Bit Mania [Hacking]

After hanging up the phone, the surrounding fell into silence.The young man stood by the window, looking at the distant coastline, without speaking for a long time.

On the one hand, there is a bright and smooth future, and the unshirkable responsibility to the adoptive parents. On the other hand, there is an international criminal who doesn't even know his appearance. Being with such a person is doomed to life and death.The answer seems to be clear at a glance, but why, deep down in my heart, I can't feel happy at all?

He lay down on the bed with all his clothes on. The humble hotel is already one of the best hotels in Solomon’s capital. There is no TV or other entertainment facilities. Deserted and silent.

The quilt exuded a musty smell, so he didn't open it. The weather is hot, so he won't get sick so easily.In the darkness, the old clock ticked and clicked to narrate the passage of time step by step. He curled up slightly, forcing himself to close his eyes, and survived the night in this distant foreign land.

The waves beat over and over again on the coastline intertwined with coral and reefs. Only those who have stayed on the island know that there are seas in all directions, completely isolated and guarded, no matter what angle there is, there is a sound of crashing on the shore, wow—— Wow—wow, very regular, as if the resentment of some sea god pierced directly into the soul of a person, as if it would never stop until it submerged this tiny piece of land.

The sound of slapping the shore is sometimes mixed with the long cries of cetaceans, the water gushes out from the breathing hole, the huge black body is fleeting, and then the huge whale tail slaps the sea surface, thunderous.

He sat up in bed dripping with sweat.

Turning on the light, the dim light illuminated the mirror on the bedside table. He looked over and couldn't help being stunned—the young man in the mirror looked handsome, but his brows were full of depression and bewilderment from old age.

"Ah……"

He laughed at himself, and leaned his back against the head of the bed, but his eyes couldn't help looking at the wall clock on the wall—it was past 10:30.

Touching the book of Andersen's fairy tales, some kind of attraction from nowhere made him open the title page of the album again.

"Cinderella cried and told the magician everything..."

"She asked: 'How can I... go to the palace with my dirty clothes?'..."

The hand holding the picture book hangs down to the edge of the bed, the young man's voice is lowered, and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance keeps repeating forever, covering up all the sounds.

The clock hanging on the wall is still beating firmly. In the dim light, the wall clock is like a wordless eye, carrying laws that transcend everything, watching the pain and struggle in the world indifferently.

The picture book slowly slid down from the weak fingers, but at the moment when it was about to leave, it was tightly held by that hand again.

"The magician laughed, 'Why not?'…"

"The prince invited all the girls, including you, everyone is equal..."

There was a sound of the door lock, followed by footsteps of someone slamming the door, the room was empty, only a book of fairy tales was left, which fell to the ground.

In the middle of the night, the hotel clerk was propping his head with his hands, lying drowsily at the front desk, and woke up in a trance when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps. The little guy said "Hello", but the other person didn't turn his head back. He stood up and took a few steps to chase after him. After thinking about it, the person didn't seem to be carrying any package, and the luggage should still be left in the hotel—— Are you afraid that he will run away?

Thinking of this, the guy just shook his head, sat back on the chair, and continued his drowsiness.

He didn't know, just a thought like this, in this world, there is one less boy named Zheng Xiu who was adopted by a Chinese couple, but one more, Israel, the Wing of the Demon God who set off a shocking frenzy in later generations.

The young man ran wildly on the quiet street, and the strong sea breeze blew head-on, pulling back his bangs, revealing his smooth forehead. He had nothing on him, only holding a mobile phone tightly in his right hand , no map, no compass, all luggage was left at the hotel, and he didn't even know where the port was.

It was just a strong thought in his heart that led him to run in the direction where the sound of the storm came.

When running past a shop, a dilapidated bicycle on the side of the road came into sight. Without thinking too much, Zheng Xiu stepped forward and rode on it.

"I saw the magician tap the pumpkin on the ground, and the pumpkin became a beautiful carriage; she touched the mouse on the ground, and the mouse became a coachman and a horse; she touched Cinderella's clothes, and the dirty clothes turned into dazzling New clothes..."

Passing through the residential area, a large stretch of dark green palm trees swayed their branches and leaves rustlingly in the sea breeze. He rushed over on his bike, and the softest leaves turned into sharp knives at high speed, cutting densely. His skin, Zheng Xiu let out a suppressed growl, and rushed out of the woods in a straight line, the vision suddenly opened up, the bright moonlight poured down, the beach was pure white, and the fine white sand stretched across the entire coastline, which was thrillingly beautiful.

Under the moonlight, the boy was riding a bicycle, facing the sea breeze, along the coastline, the palm grove behind him rustling, looking back, it seemed as if soldiers in line were firing guns to see him off.

The sound of the ship's horn is close at hand, almost deafening, and the pier comes into sight, and workers are carrying boxes of goods onto the ship.

The rugged stone road was already difficult to ride on, so he jumped off the bicycle and rushed over with all his strength. At the same time, the old boatman blew a long horn, and the engine of the cargo ship rumbled, and it set sail!

The young man, who was only ten meters away from the cargo ship, seemed to be in disbelief, ran towards the ship that was leaving the port like crazy, stepped into the water with a few steps, and the sea water reached his waist.

"You!" An old boatman on the shore found him, took a big step quickly, and grabbed the young man's arm: "Come back to me quickly, do you want to drown!"

The young man was grabbed by the arm and stopped his forward trend, but he didn't seem to notice it at all, and he didn't turn his head. He just stared blankly at the boat that was drifting away. The silver moonlight shone on his face. The deep melancholy between the brows can't be resolved no matter what.

"Drove away..."

"Yes, I missed it." The old boatman said regretfully.

"...Finally, the magician took out a pair of beautiful crystal slippers for Cinderella to wear, 'beautiful princess, please remember to come back before twelve o'clock, otherwise, everything will be empty'..."

The old boatman took the distraught young man back to his hut by the pier and poured him a glass of water.

"Oh, let's drink."

Zheng Xiu shook his head.

"You should drink it." The old boatman sighed: "You must go to Hong Kong in a hurry, you should drink more water now."

"what?"

"I know that there is still a boat going there tonight. It's just... you have to sneak up there, and you must not be found, or you will be killed by the people on board... As far as I know, in the past, ten people who managed to reach the shore alive Only one or two of them."

"Come on, if you have made up your mind, drink more water, I have copra and sweet potatoes here, fill your stomach, young man."

"Leave this poor country."

"...the magician sent Cinderella to the carriage, 'I wish you happiness' and she kissed Cinderella on the forehead."

September [-], [-], Kwai Chung, Hong Kong, [-]:[-] p.m.

"Everyone stand up for me, raise your hands above your head, and perform routine inspections!" A team of policemen guarded the port. As soon as the newly arrived cargo ship docked, all the crew members stepped onto the deck. The captain of the police gave him a wink. The police officers boarded the ship and inspected the cargo holds one by one.

"Ah!" After a while, there was a scream in the cabin, and someone was dragged out by the police: "Let me go, I just lost my certificate!"

"Shut up, bloody stowaway!"

As two emaciated stowaways with sallow faces and chapped lips were escorted into the police car, and several emaciated bodies reeking of corpses were carried out, the captain poohed fiercely: "Unlucky bastards, who are you looking for?" If the boat is not good, I have to go on this one, and I will be troubled!" Angrily followed and got into the police car.

After the police left, the port returned to calm. After a while, not far away, a wet hand stretched out from the water and climbed onto the stone bricks on the shore. Then a head emerged from the water and looked around vigilantly. , After making sure that no one was paying attention to this corner, I took advantage of it, and with the sound of splashing water, the figure climbed onto the shore.

The man was tall and slender, wearing a loose T-shirt, a string of shell necklaces around his neck, and a pair of dark trousers.However, although he looked quite haggard and embarrassed, compared to the smugglers who were captured before, he was obviously much better.

Zheng Xiu dodged and hid in the alley by the side of the road, wringing out as much water as possible from his clothes and trousers. Only then did he feel a little less burdened on his body, and left near the pier against the wall.

He didn't know exactly where it was, and he didn't have anything on him, especially his documents.One night more than ten days ago, he changed from a promising young genius who was about to go to the world's top prestigious schools for further studies, to a wanderer and stowaway with nothing.Looking around the strange country, there are people with black hair and black eyes everywhere, speaking a language with a strong accent that makes it difficult for him to understand, and he has no relatives.

Sitting on a bench in the park enduring hunger, I looked at the crowds in a daze. The neon lights of the city were shining brightly, bustling and noisy.The phone was soaked in water, so he took it apart and put it aside, hoping the wind would dry it.

"It must be crazy..."

"It's really embarrassing." A handkerchief appeared in front of him, Zheng Xiu looked up along that hand, the owner of the handkerchief was looking at him with great interest, his eyes met, and he smiled slightly.

"...how did you find me?" he heard himself ask.

The other party bent down and picked up the mobile phone on the side: "The one with the tracker... Heh, the glass slipper."

Knowing that the man was joking, for some reason, he still blushed uncontrollably. Fortunately, the neon lights were so dazzling that people couldn't see the clue.

In this way, at the same time that Qi Xingchu stepped into Rhonda Stern, Octo and Israel, two bright meteors that were in full bloom for a while, finally broke through the boundaries of thousands of miles from both ends of the world and met together.

Two years later, the autumn of the Northland.

"A further 200 meters ahead is the south gate of Peking University."

"Well, you can just park your car here."

"Don't drive in?"

"There are guards, and they need to check out the pass."

"But there is still such a long way..."

"Crack." The car door opened, and the person in the passenger seat stepped out of the car: "There is no need to say more, look," the man pointed to a white building on campus: "That is the National Key Laboratory of Computer Communication. In the center, this door is the closest to it, guard it carefully... Zheng Xiu, let go."

Zheng Xiu leaned forward, leaned on the car seat with one hand, and grabbed the corner of the other party's clothes with the other: "I still don't worry about you being alone, I will go with you."

Octo paused, turned around and patted his hand, and then resolutely opened his fingers: "The two people's goals are too big... If I get caught, you will pretend that you don't know me, don't worry, Anyway, if you don’t know hacking techniques, it won’t hurt you.”

"you……"

He was startled, the man had already broken free from him and walked into the campus.

Watching the figure go away from the field of vision until he could no longer see it, he retracted his gaze, lit a cigarette in the melody of "Meeting in [-]" at the street shop, leaned on the driver's seat, and rested his finger with the cigarette on the The edge of the window.

The experimental center was crowded. Hundreds of computer-related majors were divided into several groups. After being warned that filming was strictly prohibited, they were led in by the professor in batches.The professor who leads the team and is in charge of explaining is not very old, but in his thirties, he is at the forefront of the crowd. At first glance, he is almost mistaken for a college student. The only difference lies in his mature and stable temperament.

I saw him explaining, cooperating with various operations, and showing the data on the instrument to the students. Octo quietly blended in the crowd, silently observing the computers with different functions. Big, he stood on the periphery, couldn't see very clearly, wanted to get closer, but was squeezed by the people around him, unable to do what he wanted.

At this moment, the professor at the front turned his head inadvertently, and the eyes of the two met.

He showed a shy student-style smile to the professor, pretending to turn his head away casually, with bangs covering half of his cheeks.The young professor in black trousers and white shirt was slightly taken aback, and then walked over.

"Which class are you in? Why haven't I seen you?"

"The third class of the accounting department."

"What is your name?"

"Can the professor remember the names of all the freshmen in the first grade?"

"That's right." Before the professor finished speaking, Octo suddenly pushed aside the crowd behind him, and ran towards the door of the experiment center. The professor was not slow to react, and chased after him. The two figures looked at each other, completely unclear about what happened.

The laboratory is located on the third floor. Two people, one in front of the other, quickly shuttled between the stairs. There was a messy trampling sound on the concrete floor. A window at the corner shone in a square of sunlight. Octo held on to the handrail with his right hand, and his weight rested on one hand. Go up, turn sideways on this axis, and quickly go down to another flight of stairs. Hearing the sound of footsteps chasing after him, a thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead.

The ailment at the ankle was clamoring for pain, and strenuous exercise would inevitably lead to seizures, and the strength seemed to be quickly drained, and finally, when stepping on the next step, the foot weakened and fell forward.

An arm suddenly stretched out from behind and wrapped around his waist. The forward leaning force accumulated on the part blocked by the arm. In an instant, his abdomen was almost broken, and the tendency to fall was finally stopped.

He recovered from the momentary dizziness, felt his back pressed against a strange chest, the other's panting and heartbeat were close at hand, and a sense of aggression inadvertently exuded by a mature male enveloped him.

After a moment of silence, I don't know how long it took, the young professor spoke first, and was interrupted after saying a word.

"you……"

Octo didn't look back, his body regained his balance in the professor's arms.He asked: "Professor, do you think it is possible to reverse the three-core distribution of Kerberos keys through server transmission parameters?"

The person behind him took a breath, and seemed to be in confusion or thinking, but Octo didn't wait for the other person's reaction, he lifted the arm on the abdomen with one hand and threw it back, and quickly went downstairs without looking back, while the other person was thrown After driving, I didn't make any effort to chase after it, but just followed to the gate of the experimental center building.

Octo frowned, and ran straight to the south gate of Capital University, then turned his head and looked back. The autumn wind was blowing, and the young professor stood under the birch tree with a tall and straight figure, looking from a distance.The yellowish fallen leaves are flying in profusion, the autumn is endless, and the decline is picturesque.

The car door opened, and a faint smell of smoke wafted inside. He sat in and the accelerator was stepped on.

Zheng Xiu's voice sounded from the side: "It came out so soon, did it go well?"

"Failed," he said.

"What happened?"

"The professor with the experiment recognizes all the first-year students."

"... Tsk, it's only been a few days since school started."

After a pause, Zheng Xiu asked again: "So I couldn't collect any information... Then how did you get away? Did you feel embarrassed?"

After a long time, the questions he raised were not answered. Zheng Xiu turned his head and looked around, only to see Octo was keeping a sideways posture, looking back from the car window.He glanced at the rearview mirror, and the south gate of Capital University was gradually compressed into a small dot in his sight, as if there was a figure standing under the majestic eaves of the gate.

"Zheng Xiu."

"Ok?"

"Go back and check on someone."

In the autumn of [-], although Octo escaped from Beijing University, he could no longer set foot in that place. This incident aroused the attention of Huaguo, and strict control was imposed on the personnel entering and exiting key discipline laboratories.

Afterwards, they tried to investigate the professor's information, but they didn't expect to go up layer by layer. Finally, they learned about this person from Huaguo's strategic secrets-a technological spy who had studied abroad for many years when he was young. One of the main contributors to the development of the two supercomputers.

Pseudonym Yao Yizhi.

In the computer experiment center after the crowd dispersed, a figure stood in front of a large server, talking softly.

"...if I were the DBA, I would remove all sample scripts, stored procedures that access the registry to prevent certain buffer-specific decryptions..."

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