crime profiler in the dark

There have been more than 200 replies to this post, almost overwhelmingly on Luo Yuqiang's side, occasionally there will be some support for the "Silence of the Lambs", but they will soon be scolded back by overwhelming remarks, In addition, "Silence of the Lambs" has never explained the reasons for deleting posts and blocking IDs, and fewer and fewer people are on his side.

Only then did Luo Yuqiang understand Shen Chaoming's plan - "Silent Lamb" is a computer expert, it is impossible not to know that someone is doing tricks under his nose, and when he makes a move, Shen Chaoming's hackers will start He began to stand in the position of the "vulnerable group" and launched an attack on the "Silence of the Lambs" who belonged to the strong side together with the voting results. Many netizens who did not know the truth fell into Shen Chaoming's tricks and slowly stood up to the "Silence of the Lambs". Opposites, followed by booing for a new vote.

Although the current remarks are favorable to Luo Yuqiang, "Silence of the Lambs" has not withdrawn the original voting results, let alone the establishment of the bonus. For Luo Yuqiang, there has been no substantive change.

"Brother Shen, the situation is good now, but the 'Silence of the Lamb' has not made a clear statement, the bonus is still there!" Luo Yuqiang saw Shen Chaoming's ability and spoke more politely.

"Don't worry, I've already figured out a countermeasure." Shen Chaoming said confidently, "In less than a week, no, just give me three more days, and everything can be settled."

"Brother Shen, I rely entirely on you!" Although Luo Yuqiang was a little bit guilty in his heart, he couldn't think of a better way except Shen Chaoming's.

Just when the crime-killing website was messed up by hackers hired by Shen Chaoming, in a house somewhere in TMX City

The room was dark and gloomy, only the TV wall with more than a dozen screens exuded a dim light. The TV wall was connected to a nearly two-meter-wide computer desk, on which there were several empty snack boxes, only a few Leftovers of instant noodles and soda bottles that have bottomed out, I believe that if the weather gets hotter, this place will be a feast for flies and cockroaches.

At this time, the person sitting at the table was staring at the continuously updated messages on the 36-inch wideband monitor. The desolate light reflected on his face. Seeing a lot of insulting words on it, he clenched his teeth and turned pale. Breathing shortly, he wished to return the favor immediately. He quickly entered the command on the keyboard covered with potato chips, and switched to the database of the police station, trying to find Luo Yuqiang's more definite crime. Unfortunately, even the police did not catch him with any evidence.He was a little annoyed, and swept the things on the table to the ground.

He propped himself on the table, stared at the computer screen, panting angrily, wishing that all those who insulted him inside would be pulled out, and their corpses would be broken into pieces!

Just when he was thinking about whether to erase all the computer hard drives of those people, or crash their systems to get revenge on them, the ringing of the phone blocked his revenge plan, and he answered the phone unhappily. let out a growl:

"Hey?"

The person on the other end of the phone said something, and he had no choice but to put down the phone resentfully, and left the extremely messy room.

After leaving his own world, he twisted his neck uncomfortably, accompanied by a "cluck" sound from his neck.After relaxing, he walked through the long corridor to the room at the end of the second floor. He knocked on the door and stood there for two seconds before pushing the door open.

The room was pitch-black, except for a very weak lamp by the bedside. The light could only illuminate Nuo Da’s bed and all kinds of medical equipment beside the bed. The heavy sound of the ventilator seemed to signal the life of the user It has come to an end.

"Grandpa," he whispered.

Sitting on the bed was a skinny old man wearing an oxygen mask, with loose hair, and he raised his skinny hand, beckoning him to go over.

When he walked to the bed, the old man took off his oxygen mask and said, "Ah Zi, how is the matter?" His voice was thin as silk, and his tone was weak.

"Someone is making trouble," Azi curled his lips, like a child who went home and complained after being bullied, "I stopped them, but they still scolded me."

"Azi, you have to remember," the old man struggled to speak, he put the oxygen mask to his mouth and nose, took a few breaths, and then continued, "We are doing the right thing, don't submit to them, Do not submit."

Azi lowered his head, listening to the old man's words, but he had no idea in his mind: "Then what should I do now?"

The old man didn't speak, and he sent the oxygen mask to the mouth and nose, only the sound of the heavy ventilator could be heard in the empty room, and after a while, he said: "There are no solutions, let's wait and see what happens. "

Hearing the old man's ambiguous words, Ah Zi's doubts did not diminish, but seeing the old man's delicate life, he couldn't bear to disturb him anymore, so he had to agree.