The national school idol is a girl

So on this day.

The master of the live broadcast who was still smoking a cigarette and playing LOL suddenly raised his eyebrows and said to the fans: "I have something to do at the moment. I need to go offline. We will make an appointment another day."

Not only live broadcast masters, but also programmers with glasses and dull faces, or sloppy-looking noodle shop uncles, etc.

Their positions are different, and even their age, appearance, and social status are different.

The only thing that is the same is that the same icon appears on their computers!

Z.

Black capital fonts stretched across the center of the screen, and black feathers fell with the special effects, as if they were reborn from the fire!

Many years ago, when they became hackers, they had already promised to abide by the Hacker Creed.

There is one of the most special ones.

When the Z logo appears on the computer.

Need to obey.

Very few people have ever seen this logo appear on a computer.

No one knows what form it will take.

However, everyone who has been a hacker knows that when it comes up, it's time for them to put aside their concealment and return to their old business.

Because that is their young master!

The unique young master in the hacker world!

According to people who have been there, there is no need to describe the sign, because when it appeared, you would definitely recognize it at first sight.

Because it can awaken the deepest self sleeping deep inside you.

So, the dull programmer took off his glasses, revealing his beautiful face. He raised his left hand and took off the black hair tie. When he raised his eyes again, he looked charming and charming.

What made people unable to take their eyes away was her fingers on the keyboard, typing very fast.

It’s not just her, the live broadcast master and the noodle shop uncle all do the same thing.

Especially when the noodle shop uncle was typing, the students carrying schoolbags were still ordering: "Uncle, have a bowl of Chongqing noodles and add more chili."

"Just come!" The noodle shop uncle responded while typing quickly.

A dozen IP addresses were like shining threads, all gathered at the place where Bo Jiu was, after the most rigorous information processing.

Bo Jiu moved his fingers slightly, tapping on the keyboard, analyzing and integrating the information, and then using code to expand the search scope by another dimension.

In other words, this time the virtual main program will also be within her detection range, including those communication networks that are hidden in the network and dare not show their faces, will also be searched.

Because it was Bo Jiu who led the hackers to operate together.

So when the anchor master saw that he had broken through a special firewall that was impossible to break through, he couldn't help but whistle: "Cool!"

It's not over yet.

Perhaps no one knows how fast the young master's hand speed is.

In the formation of a dense network, after successfully escaping, he went straight into the hinterland, which was so handsome that every hacker felt numb.

This is their carnival.

No one can understand it, but it is enough to make people passionately carnival.

The student who wanted to meet saw that no one came, so he couldn't help but got up and knocked on the cashier: "Uncle, where are the noodles?"

The uncle didn't speak, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips.

The student has never seen the uncle like this before, and wants to ask one more question.

Just listen to the noodle shop uncle spitting out two words: "K, O."

"K, O?" The student frowned, thinking, I asked you to cook noodles, but you are still playing games, uncle.

Just when the student was about to look at the computer page.

The noodle shop uncle tapped his index finger and pressed the space bar. When he looked up again, he was already looking as slovenly as usual: "I want something like Chongqing, with more chili pepper, right? Come on!"

"You..." The student swallowed back what he wanted to say, and thought to himself, I can still afford a bowl of Chongqing noodles.

That student was none other than a prickly young man, the boss of the Second Academy.

This was originally a noodle shop located between the first and second courtyards.

He usually hangs around with his father and really doesn't pay much attention to the specific developments on the Internet.

When he sat down again and raised his head to look at the small screen in the store, he was confused and his head was buzzing.

It also said that the person who was suspected of having a dispute with the deceased had been eliminated and the deceased committed suicide.

What is a person who is suspected of having a dispute with the deceased?

Damn it, he knows best what kind of virtue that woman has.

I stole something, and I’m going to buy it in a hot search to bite someone back!

Fortunately, the report also mentioned it.

The deceased’s fan support group is looking for anyone with knowledge.

"If there is such a person around you, she robs others of their due honors, enjoys the attention brought to her by other people's talents, and maliciously spreads rumors to slander original works. If you know about it, we hope you can provide us with the corresponding evidence. Although Your Excellency has gone, but we will help her safeguard her rights and fight a lawsuit related to infringement.”

After seeing this sentence, the prickly-haired young man rushed out of the noodle shop and snatched the younger brother's cell phone.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"My phone is out of battery, use yours to make something."

The prickly-headed young man wanted to prove that he was too stupid to operate these things slowly, so he opened WeChat, intending to tell his nemesis, the boss of the first hospital, Spades Z, everything he knew.

Qin's family, Bo Jiu, has already found the inflammatory web page. It is indeed hidden very deep. Even the registered address for establishing the backend of the website is from abroad.

However, those things still did not stop Bo Jiu's invasion.

Just as Qin Mo expected, everyone here witnessed a silent massacre.

From the very beginning of the infringement, the appearance of the deceased after suffering pain has been recorded on video.

Video after video, it seems that one can see how the person was crushed by reality.

It seems that the more such a person is, the more interested they are in this group of people.

They wait for the deceased to commit suicide every day, but that person is very stubborn.

After the last video of the deceased was released.

Someone suggested committing suicide together.

Because I feel like living like this is boring.

Because I think this kind of society is very boring.

Bo Jiu's eyes narrowed heavily: "This is her purpose. She wants to cause a large-scale collective destruction. That's why there is such a thing as a memorial to a girl."

Originally, she would have thought that the great god would say something.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth, he was fed a dumpling that was no longer so hot.

The dumplings were delicious, with thin skin and big fillings. When he bit into them, Bo Jiu wanted to swallow them with his own tongue.

When it comes to being able to feed someone, Qin Mo always likes to do it himself. He set up another dumpling, leaned over with his thin lips, and blew on it.

Bo Jiu paused with his fingers, looking at the man's handsome and cold side face and the slightly fluttering eyelashes when he lowered his eyes and blew the dumplings to cool down, his whole body felt warm.

She still remembers that they just arrived next door to her house, and Grandpa An’s house was making dumplings. She was called over, but she didn’t know how to hold chopsticks. She had never been in China since she was born, so she scooped them with a spoon, and she loved eating dumplings. , but it’s a bit stupid no matter how you eat it.

Unlike the doll sitting next to her, even eating a dumpling was very polite and thoughtful.

In the end, he really couldn't stand her stupid look. Seeing that she couldn't scoop it up, he picked one up with chopsticks, blew on it, then stuffed it into her mouth, and said coldly: "Stupid" In this case, I really let down your seemingly smart face.”

Bo Jiu sometimes feels strange.

These memories emerged little by little when she confirmed that the great god was her childhood pet.

It's obviously impossible to forget no matter what.

In fact, Bo Jiu has never forgotten it.

But when she became Z, many things were destined to be regarded as the most precious things and stored deep in her heart.

What's more, he is Qin Mo, a psychological criminal profiler who catches people like her.

The second dumpling was brought to his lips.

Bo Jiu opened his mouth subconsciously.

He seems to be quite well-behaved.

There was an obvious smile on Qin Mo's lips.

The princess was watching this scene and was extremely jealous. Although the owner was very patient when feeding it.

But it has never been so gentle.

Indeed.

After seeing something on the corner of the young man's mouth, he leaned over and touched it with his fingertips. His deep eyes made people look at it and not want to move away.

The two of them were sitting shoulder to shoulder, and because of Qin Mo's movements, they were very close to each other.

Even when he was eating dumplings, Bo Jiu could smell the scent coming from the great god.

The sun shines down.

Qin Mo just fed the boy typing a dumpling and ate another one himself.

Both of them are good-looking, and the picture looks very pleasing to the eye, which makes Aunt Zhang who is standing outside the door not bring anything else in.

Bo Jiu also noticed that half of the dumplings on the plate were delicately wrapped, while the shapes of the other half were really different.

It's just that the ones the master fed her were all beautiful-shaped ones, and the rest of the crooked ones went into the master's mouth.

As for who made those out-of-place dumplings, it was obvious that they were made by her.

Bo Jiu immediately changed his expression, stared at Qin Mo and after eating the fourth one, asked: "Is it delicious?"

Usually at this time, my personal friend Xiaomi would say it was delicious to coax her domineering boss.

But the master always doesn't follow the plot.

"You ask, do you want to hear lies?" Qin Mo's tone was very calm, and he took another dumpling for someone.

Bo Jiu: ...She understands that dumplings shouldn’t taste good.

If you really can't help but kidnap the master in the future, you'd better cook instant noodles for him. It's only such a cooking skill that you can master.

When Bo Jiu thought this, she didn't know that it wasn't that there were many dumplings of different shapes on the plate, but that Qin Mo put all the dumplings she made on his own plate. That had nothing to do with whether they tasted good or not. , just because she is the one making these dumplings.

After Qin Mo fed Bo Jiu the last dumpling, Bo Jiu also stopped moving and transferred all the key evidence to her USB flash drive.

"Wait a minute." Qin Mo pointed his slender white finger on the screen: "There is something wrong with this post."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu looked over. There was indeed a problem. Judging from the content of the post, it was a new memorial post.

"This is……"

Qin Mo's eyes darkened slightly: "The next victim."

After he finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Bureau Huang's number: "There is someone you need to find. No, it's not the witness this time, but the next victim."

"What did you say? The next victim?" Director Huang suddenly stood up from his seat.

Qin Mo's tone was very calm. He didn't explain much and only said five words: "The girl's memorial."

These five words were enough for Director Huang to understand the meaning, but he did not expect that a case that had passed would still continue!

This made Huang Bureau feel an unprecedented chill.

"What did you find out?"

"a lot of."

Director Huang frowned: "It's a bit difficult to do."

"Why is it so hard to do?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

Director Huang tugged at his hair, as if his anger had not yet dissipated: "That guy Smith has already told the media that the death was judged to be suicide. If it is a serial killer case, the higher authorities will be taboo on publishing these things."

Qin Mo looked at the young man who looked at him, his mood unchanged: "A website recorded all the behavior of the victim in the past month, until her death. That was the last video. It can be sure that she did not commit suicide. , was deliberately murdered. You can take a look at the video posted on the Internet. Although they are all white pill bottles, the pill bottle in the hands of the police is not the pill bottle the victim was holding in the video at that time, because The sizes are not the same. This proves that someone took a step ahead and replaced this evidence. If it is not murder, what evidence will be replaced? Will it only lead to more people being killed, or do you want to continue to climb up? , so you know it, but you pretend not to know, and whitewash it? "

"Damn it, don't use provoking methods on me." Huang Ju slapped the table: "I was thinking about what to do."

Qin Mo's voice returned to its usual indifference: "We will hold a press conference to tell you publicly how she died."

"You don't need to tell me, I know it!" One second, Huang Ju was scolding the brat in his heart, and the next second he laughed: "In this case, that mother doesn't have to suffer so much."

Director Huang had read some messages from people online. Li Xue's notes were made by the Major Crime Team. When he heard Li Xue say, "These things have nothing to do with her, she committed suicide because of her poor mental capacity."

Bureau Huang finally understood why that mother was crying.

The scary thing is not the Internet, but the humanity that has been lost in reality.

Even when she met the victim's mother, Li Xue still said: "Isn't it just an apology? I'll just apologize. Your daughter is dead. You go cry for your daughter. What do you mean by crying here?"

He couldn't forget the mother's eyes. She looked at Li Xue, her eyes full of hatred and despair.

But there is no way.

He looked at the mother's trembling fingers and asked him: "Is there no other way? My daughter really won't commit suicide. Is this how everyone evaluates her? What about that person just now? He was not punished at all? Then Why has my daughter persisted for so long?”

He couldn't answer at that time, as if his throat was being strangled.

He didn't know how to tell a mother that your daughter... had been determined to commit suicide.

Now, he can speak, he can be worthy of the clothes he wears, and tell the mother: "There is still a way. We will not let any executioner who hurts others go unpunished."

Ann, okay?