Bit Mania [Hacking]

Christmas is over, and then New Year's Day. After eating a few bowls of glutinous rice balls, New Year's Day is fleeting, and soon it will be March next year, when the grass grows and the warblers fly.

Wearing black sportswear and running shoes, he jogged at a constant speed through the tree-lined road with few pedestrians. The morning sun shines through the canopy of the trees, which is not dazzling and smells like morning dew.Half a shallow crescent moon is still hanging in the westernmost sky, but it has already dawned in the east.

He ran around a small green space for free residents. Antique music was heard from afar, but it was played by old electronic equipment, with a rustling sound quality. Sometimes it sounded like "Blessing Lovers", sometimes Sometimes it feels like "Serve the country with loyalty"... There are bright red twinkles among the green trees, which are the red silk in the hands of the old ladies who are performing Yangko.

Running along the fixed route in the past, he suddenly saw a yellow warning sign erected in the middle of the road-"Road maintenance, this road is blocked." He paused, turned and ran in another direction.It was a lively snack street, with various breakfast shops lined up on both sides, he slowed down to avoid bumping into others, looked around, and walked into a rice noodle restaurant.

There were already many customers in the rice noodle restaurant, and there were three or four people in front of the line. When it was his turn, he said, "Three bowls of rice noodles are packed, no leeks and peppers."

"Okay." A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was sitting on the cashier counter, with a foreign accent, tapping on the calculator in front of her: "No leeks... um... One-time boxes for packing, each hexagon... ..."

The calculator seemed to be running out of batteries, and the black-and-white screen of the diode dimmed for a while and then became unresponsive. The little girl tapped the machine on the counter a few times, but it still didn’t work. She bit her lower lip anxiously.

"Sixteen yuan and eight anise." He put the money on the counter.

"Ah? Oh..." The girl took the money in a daze, and when she looked up to see his appearance, her face blushed involuntarily: "Thank you..."

He nodded slightly and stood aside to wait without saying much.Even if he knew that the girl had been watching him secretly, he didn't really care.After the rice noodles were packed, he walked out of the snack bar with a plastic bag and walked back to his residence.

He put three boxes of rice noodles on the dining table, took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower, wiped his wet hair, stepped out of the bathtub, and looked at the person in the mirror.

I have grown a lot taller in the past few years, and I have been paying attention to exercise. I have a good physical fitness. I pulled my hair and looked in the mirror. The brown color of the roots of the hair has been revealed, and it is time to find time to dye it black again.Although he is of Caucasian blood, he doesn't know if he is of mixed race or what. His facial lines do not have the exaggerated blade-like look of Europeans and Americans, but they have become sharper with age in recent years.The eyes are dark gray, and you don't need to pay much attention to them under normal circumstances. You must wear black contact lenses only when you need to deal with people.

Hanging the towel on the rack, drying his hair with a hair dryer, he put on his home clothes and walked out of the bathroom, went to the living room and poured the rice noodles into three clean bowls, washed his hands, and gently opened the door into the next room, Seeing the sleeping person on the bed at a glance, he curled his mouth, stepped forward and bent down.

"Zixin, wake up, eat hot rice noodles..."

The person on the bed groaned and pretended to be garlic.He thought for a while, then put his hand under the quilt, and the freshly washed paws accurately touched someone's soft belly with a cold air. Hold that evil hand in place.

"Get out, Zheng Xiu, get out!"

Caught between two tender thighs, the guy named Zheng Xiu had an innocent face: "Then you have to let me go..."

Halfway through the speech, Zheng Xiu was kicked in the stomach. With the sound of the quilt being flipped, Zheng Xiu took two steps back. When he looked again, Zixin had already wrapped himself up like a caterpillar, pointing his butt at him.The white and tender face was desperately burrowing into the bed, Zheng Xiu looked at it amusedly, he just felt that the steamed bun was about to be cooked, which whetted his appetite, so he couldn't help leaning over to light his face and lightly Take a bite.

Now Baozi got into the bed completely, only a few strands of black hair could be seen, a soft voice came out from the bed, the sound was very vague, he couldn't hear clearly, so he moved his ear closer.

"... warm up the rice noodles for me later, I'll sleep for a while..."

"Heh..." Zheng Xiu smiled lowly, stopped messing with him, closed the door softly and left, then turned around and went to Paul's room.

The house where the old man lived was in a mess, with manuscripts, rulers, and pens all over the floor. He walked forward as usual, picked up the manuscripts one by one, sorted them, stacked them neatly on the desk, and pressed them together. Then, some unwanted drafts were lumped together and thrown into the trash can.This job seems easy, but only people like Zheng Xiu are qualified to do it. If ordinary people want to throw away the manuscript of the great mathematician Paul Erdös, they have to weigh it carefully anyway. If a If you are not careful, you may lose a lot of information.

In fact, their daily lives have been very idle in the past few years. When they left the capital, the money they packed in the Meyer Group was enough to support them for a long time. The two technical nerds, the old and the young, are taken care of by Zheng Xiu, a little expert who is necessary for home travel. Their lives are not ordinary and comfortable, which is exactly what Zheng Xiu has always wanted.

Octo's wings cover the sky of the entire bit world, and he escorts him, so that the glory of Octo in this life is no longer a flash in the pan.So what if he is unknown, he has never been honored in his previous life, he has already tasted it all, and it is nothing more than that.

After everything was packed and the rice noodles were covered, Zheng Xiu went back to his room and turned on the computer. Because he followed Octo all the year round, although he was extremely low-key on the Internet on weekdays, those who had a close relationship with Octo, such as Roger, Linux Waiting people still know of his existence, and never hide any latest information from him, and the internal resource library is completely open to him.

At this time, Zheng Xiu was reading the latest news on the US Internet. He knew that he had no hacking skills, so he needed to fight psychologically. Browsing traces can't see the clue.

"I escaped to Europe..." He stroked his chin and thought for a while, then wrote something on the computer.Because of helping Zixin escape in the past few years, they need to pay close attention to the FBI's movements. Zixin can't stare at the computer 24 hours a day, so he often tells Zheng Xiu the relevant FBI department under the condition of ensuring that everything is safe and the technical content is relatively low. The host key of the computer, let him check it routinely for him.

This also brings great convenience for Zheng Xiu to do some other things, for example, throw some information about Qi Xingchu that he knew in his previous life and has predictive information in this life to the FBI mainframe, so as to give The man brought great trouble, even a fatal blow.

At the beginning of the year, Zixin was really surprised when he got the news that Qi Xingchu had absconded, but then he still showed his intention to help that person.

"In the past few years, I often think about the past, Brother Xingchu...I can understand his thoughts more and more clearly, and it is for my own good...If I could listen to him back then, I wouldn't have Now I am homeless, I should be graduating from university this year, and then go to study abroad in a computer-developed country—Brother Yao promised to help me contact the school, to be honest, I am very curious about what a foreign university is like...and I can still I often keep in touch with my father, Teacher Song, and my brothers and sisters. We can know each other's safety. This kind of life is really stable..."

"Do you regret taking this path?" Zheng Xiu remembered asking him that way.

"I don't regret it. I chose it myself. Since I didn't think it was wrong at the time, I shouldn't regret it now." Zixin smiled.

In 95, Luo Zixin was 17 years old.In the previous life, Zheng Xiu met him for the first time in this summer. In his rebirth, because he did it deliberately, he met four years earlier. At the beginning, he felt very strange. The little Zixin who had never seen before, Innocence and innocence do not care about worldly affairs, the demon god who has turned clouds and rain on the Internet has already taken shape, but in reality he is still a crunchy and tender bean sprouts, and from this moment on, he has to admit that this person has indeed grown a lot a lot of.

He unconsciously compared the Octo he saw for the first time in his previous life with the person in front of him. The two faces gradually merged together. In the previous life, Octo dropped out of junior high school and did not receive a college education. Before 95, he had been working alone. , Ye Luzi has learned a lot, and he has been exposed to the dark side of society frequently.

And Zixin in this life, did not have the hostility accumulated after being tortured, on the contrary, he still retained a bit of innocence. Blended together, thus achieving a kind of open-mindedness.

Yes, open-minded, generous.He had been looking for the difference between Zixin's two lives, but he couldn't figure it out. Now, he suddenly realized it.

"I don't know what he did, but I believe that Qi Xingchu will never do evil things... I should help him." Zixin's expression was full of memories and admiration: "Qi Xingchu is amazing, I saw him The most powerful thing ever, I always feel that he seems to restrain my existence..."

"Restraining the existence of..." Zheng Xiu listened to him, and never said a word, but from then until now, he has been tracking the FBI's action information on Elmo step by step, and finding the right time, from time to time Send what he knows to the FBI.

It's good to be open-minded, and I don't want you to give up, but it's not so easy to do great things in life. Since I like this part of you, let me make up for the shortcomings.

Anyway, I'm already in the dark quagmire, and I can't escape forever.

The sound of the TV next door came through the not-so-sound-proof wall. It was a popular TV series called No. [-] Royal Court. Two people with Cantonese accents were talking in human language: "... regret it?"

"I thought I'd regret it too, but I didn't."

"What do you think I think?"

"What do you think?"

"My reason tells me that you shouldn't be doing this."

"That would be irrational."

"But my sensibility makes me admire you a little."

"A little bit, are there so many?"

"A little more."

"thanks……"

It wasn't until the sun was high that Zixin rubbed his eyes and came out of the bed, washed up and sat down at the dining table. Old Paul Paul was not used to using chopsticks, so Zheng Xiu prepared a fork for him, and he rolled up the rice noodles with the fork like eating spaghetti. I put it in my mouth, chewed it for a long time, and exclaimed: "The elasticity of this noodle is really surprising!"

Zheng Xiu subconsciously wanted to explain whether it was noodles or not, but then he thought that discussing this kind of problem with the old man was asking for trouble, so he stopped talking and just ate alone. Suddenly, there was a sound of metal tableware falling to the side He subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, and saw Paul saying shyly, "Oh, I suddenly feel numb in my hands..."

As he spoke, the old man bent down to pick up the fork, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Zheng Xiu's pupils dilated for a moment, and Paul fell to the ground with his eyes closed.

Zi Xin and Zheng Xiu, the two young people present stood up abruptly.