Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

flower of evil in the shadows

Inside the hospital, the lights are bright.

After receiving the text message from Yanchen, the technician took out the computer on the spot and talked to the colleagues stationed in the police station. The two sides cooperated to track Yanchen's location.

While Yan Chen was being searched by them in the digital world, at this moment, he drank the last sip of milk tea in front of the text message on his mobile phone.

Judging from the text message he received, the woman who appeared at the food stall just now and disrupted his rhythm... seems to be Tian Jingyi.

And before the police borrowed the other party's mobile phone and sent a text message.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Tian Jingyi also took the initiative to send a text message to Yan Chen.

The nurse who I met by chance, after identifying herself very friendly in the text message, she asked Yanchen about his recent physical condition and living conditions under the pretext of "returning a visit", and enthusiastically recommended a fruit juice jelly to him.

Yan Chen ignored her.

In fact, as early as the night when she entered the hospital in a coma, Yan Chen found the contact information and address of this exceptionally kind nurse through the Internet.

She lives near that food stall, so she probably went downstairs for supper...

It's not that Yan Chen didn't intend to use the other party.

He even came up with a complete plan: on the pretext of repaying the kindness of the takeaway, he asked Tian Jingyi to come out for dinner in advance.

In this way, after killing Lu Hongjie, he can quickly shift positions and create an alibi—as long as the timing is right, most people will not remember the time so clearly.

Under the influence of sympathy, Tian Jingyi will subconsciously speak for him.

Secondly, if there is any accident, he can take hostages at any time to ensure his own safety.

If all goes well, he can even borrow to live in the other party's house to avoid the sight of the police...

But that would be too much trouble.

Yan Chen lowered his head, blankly deleted the probing text message from the police, and took out the computer from his bag.

In the dim environment inside the car, a flash of white light caught the driver's attention.

Looking in the rearview mirror, the young man whose complexion was paler and even horrified by the computer light hitting his face, the driver shivered.

...

the other side.

The network technicians in the hospital and the police station all involuntarily did the same action: pluck their hair.

Among them, because there are more colleagues around and the atmosphere is thicker, the hair-scratching at the police station is particularly serious.

The police officer who connected the line had just returned from answering the call. Seeing this scene, he said speechlessly, "Don't grab me, I almost have few hairs left..."

"How did you find out?"

The technician stared at the computer without squinting, and said with a haha: "If I can find out, why am I still scratching my hair? Isn't it good for me to grab the bonus?"

"Uh……"

"You said, why is it disconnected... This is not right..."

The operator listened to the communication between several people, which was filled with various incomprehensible technical terms, sighed, sat down silently and hammered his thigh.

He remembered that when he just received the text message, the colleague who went to the hospital said that as long as there is a text message, they can track down the other party's location...

As a result, now, ten minutes later, the information they got is still the same as it was 10 minutes ago:

The car disappeared on the way to the train station.

Whether it's the location of the vehicle itself, the location of the driver's cell phone, or the location of the device used by the target to reply to the text message...

Can't find it.

"Didn't you say that the target is only you?!"

Finally, Yan Chen's whereabouts could not be traced by life and death, and a roar full of unwillingness broke out from the technical department.

Just at this moment, a police officer hurried in from the outside.

"What's the matter?"

After a moment of silence, the police officer awkwardly said in the eyes of his colleagues with bloodshot eyes: "The news I just received..."

He obviously heard the roar just now: "Actually, it's normal if you can't catch the target..."

After finishing speaking, he went on to explain: "Network security can't catch anyone either—it is reasonable to speculate that we believe that behind the target, there is at least one hacker who is secretly helping him."

——From the analysis of Yanchen's past files, they also believe that:

Yan Chen doesn't have any experience, which allows him to master such superb network security technology and hacker attack technology.

The police officer continued: "The captain means that you should start with the families of Lu Hongjie and Ma Qiyun to see if their old enemies are causing trouble."

"As for the whereabouts of the target criminal, we will temporarily leave it to the foreign aid from the Cyber ​​Security Department to investigate."

"understood."

The police officer who watched the message nodded and left, and several technicians looked at each other.

One of them muttered: "There are no lone ranger hackers these days...with this technology, they would have gone long ago..."

He paused, then changed his subject: "What if other people are self-taught?"—This kind of situation is not uncommon.

After all, the technicians followed the order and turned their attention to the recent activity data of the fathers of Lu Hongjie and Chen Tao.

This includes their daily action trajectories, who and things they have come into contact with, whether they have had conflicts with others, chat records on social networking sites, consumption records, website browsing records... and so on.

There was another burst of keyboard sounds in the technical department.

After a few minutes.

Looking at the chat history displayed on the screen, the flirting conversation between a middle-aged man in his 50s and his mistress, the greasy words, the hinting jokes, and the revealing photos mixed in...

A female technician sitting in the corner made a disgusted expression as if she had eaten a fly.

She just took a screenshot of these things and archived them.

Suddenly, she received a warning.

Someone is invading... No, in a short period of time, the other party has not given them the slightest chance to defend against the enemy, and has successfully invaded the internal network system of the police station!

This is a big deal!

"What's going on, hurry up, fight back quickly, no, drive him out first..."

Several technicians were sweating profusely, and their bodies, which were so tired that they could only sit slumped on their workstations, seemed to be injected with new vitality in an instant.

They straightened their backs one by one, stretched their necks, and typed the keyboard with both hands, as if they wanted to get into the computer.

Soon, however, they even lost control of the computer.

At this moment, all computer screens displayed the same picture:

The intruders opened their case files, sorted by date, and clicked to enter the folder named "Lu Hongjie Mu Cang Murder".

Inside, there are photos of Lu Hongjie's death scene, photos of his wounds, incomplete identification and analysis, and other materials.

In front of all the technicians, Yan Chen copied all these things away.

Then, all computer screens went black.

The next moment, they turned into a very old-style pixel picture formed by splicing color blocks.

The white and light beige color blocks form its background, which is a note that simulates the feeling of paper.

On the note, there are several names written in square script with flashing black blocks.

The technicians frowned and saw that the names were: Lu Hongjie, Chen Tao, Ma Qiyun...

It was the names of the three rioters in the previous beating case!

It is also the target of the target they are chasing!

The older technician took a deep breath.

Looking at the blood-red rays of light on the three big characters of "Lu Hongjie" on the screen, looking at the name gradually covered with blood flowing from top to bottom, he made a final struggle——

With a straight face, he stood up abruptly, strode to the wall, and turned off the main power supply of the technical department.

It's a pity that Yan Chen has already got what he wanted.

The car was moving forward at a steady speed, and because Yan Chen had a wooden warehouse in his hand, the driver didn't dare to think about anything else.

Seeing that Yan Chen stepped on the seat with his legs to support the laptop in his arms, he didn't dare to say anything.

After getting the photo, Yanchen opened the Sina website on the computer, copied the text written in advance from the memo on the desktop, and sent it along with the picture.

Just as he was about to turn off the computer, suddenly, among the popular recommendations, an entry with a familiar video came into his sight.

#Is this a pose? #

In the video, several men are beating a woman by her hair. The tables and chairs of the food stall were knocked to the ground. Not far away are customers with different expressions.

Soon, Yan Chen saw himself in the video.

Among a group of spectator comments who condemned men, condemned women, or suggested ideas, several distinctive comments flashed across and were highly praised:

"It's only been a few days since the previous incident? These people shouldn't be so bold, right?"

"Is this a posing, imitation show?"

"It must be, look at the little boy at the end, it's just capitalism."

"My little brother is so handsome. If the criminal investigation drama is shot like this, I will be the first to catch up!"

"So is this a staged photo?"

"Uh..." Yan Chen calmly tapped the upper left corner.

At that time, there were a lot of people at the food stall. It was not surprising that someone recorded the video, but he ignored it.

The video shooter's hand was shaking in the early stage, and then moved a little further away, and it happened to be aimed at his face...

The action of closing the computer was suspended, Yanchen logged in the small program edited before, and added the video in the scope command of "delete as soon as it appears".

——It seems that the police haven't started to spread his photos on a large scale.

I didn't expect this program to be used by passers-by first.

However, the video judgment procedure is more complicated.

It’s fine if it’s just a dynamic photo or video. This kind of picture contains many faces, with different angles, and you have to overcome the blurred lens at night to distinguish it...the amount of calculation data is too large.

Therefore, Yan Chen directly hacked the entire entry.

This is very simple, because Sina has this program internally.

He just needs to hang it up so that it cannot be undone.

After finishing all this, Yan Chen turned off the computer...he had to save some electricity.

Looking at the time, he closed his eyes slightly, kept opening his eyes to look at the driver every few minutes, made some noise rhythms, and took a short rest.

……

Xu Pan is a social animal who has been in the society for less than two years.

When the morning clock struck, he knew it was time for him to sleep.

But he got off work at [-] o'clock and just finished supper, but like every day in the past, while chanting "I will not stay up late tomorrow", he took out his mobile phone and prepared to surf for a while before going to sleep.

Zhiding Xu Pan usually doesn't look at it, so he first saw that #This is a posing? # entries.

Clicking in to take a look, he found that there was nothing inside, and he was not surprised. He just cursed habitually: "It's really you, Mr. Jia."

Xu Pan quit this entry, rather bored.

Immediately afterwards, before quitting Sina and switching software, he saw today's top post—#华鸿街一男是木库杀杀#.

What the hell, Mu Cang?

Those who didn't know thought it was Free America... Fake?

Xu Pan twitched the corner of his mouth, but he thought it was the top, so he clicked in anyway.

Immediately afterwards, he was taken aback by the high-definition photos in it.

Thanks to the fat man in the photo, there is only a wound on the neck, and the blood flow is exaggerated, but the death is not to the extent of horror...

But isn't blood green?

Didn't get caught?

By the way, this is the top... Xu Pan was cursing in his heart, and looked up, and the blogger who posted these photos had a little blue V next to his profile photo... It's the police, so it's okay.

That is, this doesn't look like the official style, does it?

Xu Pan shook his head, briefly glanced at the accompanying text, and gradually understood:

Something is not right.

Not to mention the official pictures, but for the sake of the physical and mental health of the public babies, layers of mosaics will be thoughtfully laid out.

Let’s just say that the Mucang murder happened not long ago, how could the authorities release photos of the scene, and even openly inform the public that the perpetrator has fled and his whereabouts are unknown.

Isn't this deliberate fear-mongering?

In addition, the accompanying text also uses real names to directly point out the other two targets of the criminal who may attack next: Chen Tao and Ma Qiyun.

Xu Pan frowned, and suddenly felt that these names sound familiar when put together.

He clicked on the comment area, and sure enough, he saw many people who had the same doubts as himself, and found the answer in the replies.

——"Isn't this the few scumbags who beat up people in Xingfu Street?"

...

Getting closer to the destination, Yan Chen's drowsiness dissipated instead.

He rolled down the car window, facing the cold wind like a knife, and saw a large shopping mall not far from the roadside.

Yan Chen signaled the driver to stop: "Give me the key."

The driver handed over the key tremblingly, not understanding what he wanted to do.

Yan Chen glanced at him, turned around and walked towards the mall with her bag on her back.

He hadn't gone far when the driver poked his head out suspiciously and tried to pull down the car door. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the demon didn't lock the door!

So what are you waiting for, your life is the most important... The driver decisively rushed out of the car and ran for the top.

Ten minutes later, after shopping for clothes, Yan Chen came back and looked at the empty driver's seat. Yan Chen had a rare expression—raised his eyebrows and let out a low, inaudible laugh.

This driver is much smarter than his idiot brother-in-law.

I just don't know when he will remember to call the police...

Yan Chen quickly got into the car, changed clothes in the back seat, then returned to the driver's seat, and drove to the destination by himself.

Speaking of which, thanks to Yan Yao's persistence, he took the driver's license test in the year of the college entrance examination.

Although the technique was a bit rusty, Yan Chen arrived at the destination safely.

The location here is between the suburbs and the urban area, separated by a wide green belt, and there are two-story and three-story small villas inside.

At this moment, in a certain villa, flashing colorful lights are matched with publicity music, and bursts of laughter can be heard from it.

Ma Qiyun was waiting anxiously behind the gate of the villa.

Ten minutes ago, he had received a short number call.

The other party claimed to come to pick him up and go back to the police station to cooperate with the investigation. At the same time, he emphasized: "It is very likely that the criminals have already followed you."

——After seeing the hot search on the top, Ma Qiyun knew that it was true.

In addition, the other party also said that in order not to startle the enemy, they only sent one guard.

Therefore, no one should be disturbed when he leaves, and it is best to keep everything as normal.

Ma Qiyun fully agreed.

——Combined with the trending search and receiving this call again, he was already scared to death.

Why haven't you come yet... He looked at the luxurious carved mahogany gate of the villa, and he didn't have the slightest intention to appreciate it. He wished he had a pair of see-through eyes.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

Ma Qiyun lowered his head and received a text message: "Hi, I'm here, come out."

How polite!

Ma Qiyun took a deep breath, carefully opened the door, and looked at the dark night outside.

At this time, any disturbance could make him tremble with fright.

However, Ma Qiyun found the guard safely.

The guard who came was younger than he expected, wearing a black down jacket with a blue shirt collar visible around his neck, Ma Qiyun knew it was a police uniform.

In addition, he also saw the half-exposed wooden cang in the pocket of the young policeman.

Ma Qiyun immediately felt a great sense of security.

"Little police officer, what's your name?" He half hunched over, with a flattering smile on his fat face.

"My surname is Yan."

"It turned out to be Police Officer Yan, thank you very much..."

"Come here."

"well."

Ma Qiyun easily followed the young police officer, and he recognized that the other officer was leading him down a small path, and he was immediately in awe.

As expected of the police, although there is only one person, but look, how well prepared this is!

As he was walking, the figure in front of him suddenly stopped.

"Officer Yan?" Ma Qiyun asked in confusion.

The young police officer turned around and raised his hand, with the same expression on his face, flat and calm.

Ma Qiyun just thought that this was his reliable performance, but now he was so frightened that he opened his mouth slightly.

He stared in horror, facing the dark hole: "Yan, Officer Yan, you are..."

Under Mu Cangkou's condescending gaze, Ma Qiyun fell to his knees with a plop: "You, did you make a mistake? I've been at a friend's house..."

"Wait, Yan, Yan...you are! Help...!"

The bullet flew out silently and sank into Ma Qiyun's forehead, interrupting his unspoken call for help.

"How could it be wrong?"

In the night, the cold wind blew away the weak rhetorical voice, Yan Chen put away the wooden warehouse, and finally lowered his head to glance at the corpse lying beside his legs.

In the bushes at his feet, an extraordinarily gorgeous flower broke into his sight.

Yan Chen plucked the flower and placed it on Ma Qiyun's abdomen with the branches attached, then turned around and walked slowly into the shadow under the lush trees.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!