Enforcer's Handbook

In Bai Zhu's words, the technical level of the founder of this website is still at the amateur level, so it only took her less than a minute to conquer the backend of the website, and also followed Song Lan's request to change the website's backend. The content has been changed to cute animals.

"This website is weird."

She dialed Song Lan's phone number, "Their targets are all famous people. I thought their technical skills should be much better."

At first, the content on the website made her think of many possibilities.

The competitors of Kolo Pictures are some secretive forces from the "outside", or the mechanical creations that Song Lan mentioned before, but judging from the results, they are only facing a group of amateur-level civilians.

"They are now trying to restore the authority of the website. To be honest, the counterattack methods are too... childish."

It's hard for Bai Zhu to believe that such a group of civil society killed a big shot like Myronna.

"Can you find their identity information?"

"Only the administrator can be found. Usually the website is managed and maintained by him alone. Now he is incompetently furious in a residential building half a city away from you."

Bai Zhu not only found the IP address, but also saw the administrator's appearance through cameras and positioning devices near the apartment.

A fair and tender little fat man.

He was so angry that he smashed the keyboard and rattled it.

As a peer, Bai Zhu really couldn't praise his performance. This is a technical job. Not only will it not help you overcome the firewall by smashing the keyboard angrily, it may also damage your computer, leading to the loss of some key files.

As soon as Song Lan received the image, she felt that something was wrong with this person.

Who would become furious after seeing so many photos and videos of cute little animals?

This fully demonstrates that he is a psychopathic and unloving person.

Bai Zhu shared his experience, "If it were me, I would stop what I was doing, drink a cup of coffee, and then stand on the wall of the garbage dump to take a look at the distant scenery. In fact, the night outside has a different charm. .”

"There are times when you get so angry that you fly into a rage?"

Song Lan was a little surprised.

Since he met Dr. Bai Zhu, he rarely saw Bai Zhu being deflated.

It's a pity that he didn't know Bai Zhu when he was still addicted to games, otherwise he would have to ask the doctor to help develop a cheat that would never be detected.

"Of course, I am a human being, not a machine."

"for example?"

"For example, when Madele sneaked up on me and scratched my crotch while I was watching TV shows."

Sometimes she would press the pause button and go out to take a breath to calm down. Sometimes she would pick up the pen on the table and poke Medelle in the head.

As a drama fan, Song Lan can feel the irritation of being interrupted at the exciting moment of the plot.

But……

Isn't what Bai Zhu said just now something that happens when junior high school students are having fun?

How old are they?

Bai Zhu said again, "How? Do you want me to provide you with the detailed address, or should I directly cause an accident remotely?"

She carefully observed the amateur hacker’s room, which was filled with defective products found from unknown places, which made her even more convinced that the amateur hacker was self-taught. “With just a little bit of manipulation, he could destroy his house.” Light it up, and you'll be able to check the fire report early tomorrow morning."

"Bai Zhu, when did you become so cruel?"

"I've always been so cruel."

Bai Zhu said calmly, "Burning other hackers' brains is only the most basic method for us. But after moving here, you generally don't need my help to do things."

"Don't talk about us like a criminal organization."

"……Is not it?"

"Of course not. We are a community responsible for the development and revitalization of District 17. Tell me his address. I have something else to ask them."

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A quarter of an hour later, Song Lan arrived at this old-fashioned residential area according to the location provided by Baizhu.

It is dotted with old houses full of a sense of age. It is said that the only reason this neighborhood remains today is because such scenes may be needed in some movies.

An amateur hacker lives up to his "amateur" status.

It wasn't until Song Lan came to visit a quarter of an hour later that he realized the danger belatedly.

He almost smashed his keyboard.

The fair and tender fat man suddenly had an ominous premonition. He quickly left his computer chair, picked up a tool bag, and hurried out of the door.

Before he took a few steps, he stood still.

There was a mirror in the living room, which reflected his panic expression and the figure of another uninvited guest.

He didn't hear any noise, and the other party appeared in his house.

For a moment, the amateur hacker remembered what happened to the janitor.

A hole appeared in his chest, and he could see the scenery on the other side straight away. The forensic doctor from the Law Enforcement Department said that the hole went through his heart, and his heart was missing.

The cleaner was unable to contact any of his companions before he was killed, and he did not leave any identifying information about the attacker.

After a brief hesitation, the amateur hacker suddenly took out the stun gun hidden in his bag and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He had long known what the end result of his undertaking would be, and he had long been prepared for this day to come.

A dazzling arc of electricity bloomed in the room, but the scene that caught my eye was like a classic scene from a horror movie.

The figure in the mirror disappeared, faster than an electric arc.

The amateur hacker's heart was beating violently. He turned around suddenly, but he didn't see anyone.

Only the mirror in the living room once again reflected the location of the uninvited guest - right in front of him, within reach.

He screamed strangely, and his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.

The intense tension made him almost breathless. He, who was not good at physical exercise, clutched his chest tightly, as if this was the only way he could manage to breathe. His remaining sense told him that he could no longer leave the apartment.

In any horror movie, the moment a character is haunted by a ghost, death is imminent.

After a moment, the amateur hacker looked forward with difficulty. As expected, the figure disappeared again, as if his existence could only be reflected through a mirror.

This time, the "ghost" came behind him. Just raising his hand a little was enough to pull his heart out of his body like a cleaner.

The voice came from above his head, "Mr. Hacker, I want to play a game with you."

Small theater its one hundred and eighty-two:

Wednesday morning on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.

Song Lan was defeated.

In a combat environment where the use of psychic powers was prohibited, there was no suspense in this battle from the beginning.

He slept until noon. When he woke up, he found Lu Xiang sitting next to him with his back against the bed board.

"Are you awake?"

Hearing the noise coming from around him, Lu Xiang took out something from behind with a smile and fed it into Song Lan's mouth before he could speak.

It's sour and sweet, with the taste of lemon and red dates.

"Red date cake, I made it myself."

"You did it?"

Song Lan's shock overwhelmed everything else.

Lu Xiang's cooking had reached a level that even Yelu wouldn't eat. The moment he swallowed the red date cake, he almost thought his life was coming to an end.

But a few seconds later, he discovered that he was still alive, and to be fair, the red date cake tasted pretty good.

"How do you do it?"

Song Lan asked tentatively.

"It's very simple. First, take the red date cake you made out of the refrigerator, then put it in a bowl and let it return to room temperature. Finally, take the bowl into the bedroom and you're done."

Listening to Lu Xiang share her experience of making red date cake, Song Lan always felt that she seemed to have some misunderstandings about the word "making", "Are you sure this means making it by hand?"

"I also made improvements."

"How was it improved?"

"Soak them in wolfberry tea. It should be good for your body."