Bit Mania [Hacking]

In the spring of 97, Boston, Massachusetts, USA.

After dinner, there were more people in the small Internet cafe one after another. The room was not brightly lit, and the smell of instant noodles and tobacco permeated the air, which was greasy and pungent.Since the launch of win95 two years ago, computer games have emerged as the times require, and have become popular rapidly in the past few years, and are deeply loved by young people. The industry of Internet cafes has also sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

"Network administrator, where is the network administrator, come here, my computer is dead!" Someone shouted, it was a punk-style punk with dyed red hair.

Hearing the shout, a young man stood up from the computer in the corner, walked to the person shouting, bent down and started to debug the computer.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle," the red-haired gangster slapped the table vigorously: "The computers here are too bad, wasting my computer time!"

"That's right, I think it's intentional to make us unable to play, to cheat money..." Someone on the side giggled and echoed, obviously he and Xiao Hongmao were in the same group.

"Network manager, you are talking!"

The network manager that the gangsters are talking about is a white young man in his 20s. His face is very pale, and the blood color is almost invisible under the light of the screen. His curly half-length hair with small waves is tied into a very short ponytail with a rubber band. He pushed With glasses on the bridge of his nose, he said with a blank expression: "The computer in the Internet cafe will be maintained every day so that there is no sickness. You are running multiple large processes at the same time. There is no reason why the computer should not freeze. Kicking the case, the power supply is loose is the cause of the crash..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped hard on the head. The network manager's thin body swayed, and he stabilized his figure by propping up on the table next to him. He had already eaten twice, and his head was a little dizzy. At the same time, the curses of the gangsters pierced into the ears.

"You kid, do you want to say that I broke the computer?" "Tired of work!" "Beat him!"

The neckline was pinched: "Mr. Network Manager, do you want to be beaten?"

Some little hooligan saw the name tag on his chest and whistled mockingly: "Kelen...Karen? Isn't that a woman's name, you sissy..."

"Hey, little Karen, how dare you disrespect us, we won't leave tonight!"

"If you charge us a flight fee, then..." The gangsters waved their fists: "I'll beat you up!"

The collar was loosened, and the young man with a woman's name——Karen lowered his eyes and bit his lips, smoothed his skirt silently, and sat back in front of his computer in the corner without saying a word.

"How cowardly..." Someone behind him scolded him.

The young man clenched his fists and then loosened them. He turned on the standby computer and entered a series of complex user commands.Looking at the familiar interface in front of him, the tense muscles on his body gradually relaxed inch by inch. No matter what kind of humiliation he suffered, the moment he sat in front of the computer, his mood would naturally calm down.

Only the computer and the vast network can bring him solace. He used to be powerful here and admired by thousands of people. Whether it is a telecommunications company or a national bank, he can come and go freely. However, all these brilliance happened on that night four years ago. , The moment the FBI knocked on the door of the house, it was completely shattered, the desperate prison, the loneliness after being released from prison, no formal employer would accept me, and I could only burn myself in a place like a small Internet cafe. A life of great value, lingering on one's last breath to make a living...

What's more, the power of the national network armed force is no longer what it used to be. He can no longer do whatever he wants like in the past. Today, the Internet is no longer a place of complete freedom for him.

"Karen Deng..." he murmured, "Living like this, what are you expecting..."

He boarded ICQ, which is an instant messaging software written by several Israelis in 96. The QQ we are very familiar with is imitated.In the past, when the Internet was first connected, hackers communicated mostly through website forums, emails, and P2P network instant chat software written by themselves and spread among hacker groups (this is also the first time Qi Xingchu gave Zixin, and the latter has been Chat tools used in China), now with the shift of the business focus of large software companies, various chat tools emerge in endlessly, and the earliest chat tools that hackers only pursued for practicality, which can be called crude chat tools, have also been attacked. Elimination, it can be said that when the time entered the second half of the 90s, the world's Internet really began a prosperous period of shining stars.

Not long after Karen boarded ICQ, a familiar avatar flashed. He opened the chat window. It was his partner who co-founded a hacker group called "Transnational Subversion" with him in the past, and it was also his most recent friend. Loyal friend, similarly, the police did not let this dear friend go, so that the two met online again four years later, it was a bit of a pity that they were both fallen people in the world.

Kelen: Wagner...

Wag: Don't rush to be coquettish, just take a look at this!

Kelen: ...

A file was packaged and sent. Kelen unzipped it and opened it. He stood up quickly without looking at it, and stared at the screen in disbelief. If someone was sitting next to him at this time, he would definitely see this thin young man with his hands They all trembled slightly from excitement.

When standing up, the ear-piercing sound of chairs being dragged backward suddenly sounded in the Internet cafe. The gangsters who had bullied Mr. Internet Manager before heard the sound, stood up one by one maliciously, and walked towards the young man eagerly.

"Yo, little Karen, are you itchy?"

The performance of the young man before was enough to be regarded as a coward by everyone, so the ridicule towards him intensified and became more unscrupulous. A gangster wanted to put his hand on his shoulder, but he was suddenly thrown away, and then, suddenly violently With a loud bang, the plastic chair of the Internet cafe was held up in the air with both hands, and without hesitation, it smashed at the hooligan who was closest to the young man. The latter screamed and held his bleeding head on the ground. roll over.

The noise of the Internet cafe stopped abruptly as if someone pressed the pause button. Karen panted slightly, raised the plastic chair again with both hands, and smashed it at another gangster under everyone's dumbfounded eyes. The gangster bent over in fright He tried to hide, but was still hit in the back. He gasped and cursed loudly.

"Grass, kill him!"

The hooligans reacted, and five or six people immediately surrounded Karen.

However, the cowardly young man just before was like a crazy monster, with a face of no fear, he swung the chair and smashed it at the person. The plastic chair shattered on the spot, and he was kicked on his back. With a kick, he threw away the broken chair leg, picked up the half-drunk Coke on the table next to him, and poured it backwards. The gangster who was sneaking up behind him dodged aside, but most of the drink was still spilled on him, and he frowned. Just as his nose was about to punch someone, a cumbersome computer monitor suddenly appeared in his sight. Amid the tooth-piercing sound of wires being pulled, this monitor rapidly enlarged in front of him.

"boom--"

The fingers of the companion who fell on the ground twitched suddenly and then stopped moving. Some gangster shouted "He's crazy!" in a terrified voice like being strangled by the throat. The remaining three gangsters had completely lost their fighting spirit. , ran out of the door.

Karen took a few heavy breaths, patted the dust off his hands, and walked out of the Internet cafe. He didn't even hear the clamor from the Internet cafe owner who had owed him three months' wages. The salty sea breeze was blowing, and he just stood on the street with his arms open.

"...free...free...I'm finally free!"

All these changes came from the news that his friend showed him just now.

In 94, Elmo cracked the defense system of Rhondasden Air Force Base in the United States, and absconded with a document. After that, the US military immediately went crazy and invested a lot of manpower and material resources to hunt down this person, which aroused surprise from the outside world. The exact reasons for the document are subject to speculation.

Three years later, Kevin Mitnick finally got the answer through wiretapping the high-level parliament.

What Elmo took away was the FBI's investigation and whereabouts data of the 328 most influential hackers in the world, and when he left, he completely cleared the one kept in the database of the FBI Cybercrime Investigation Section.

That is to say, the United States lost control of these 328 terrorists overnight, and the only person who can find these people again is Elmo—but no one knows his specific whereabouts until today.

"...Ha, what a crazy world," Karen thought of the days after he was released from prison. He just lived in a ridiculous state where he thought he was being watched. He couldn't help laughing, and wiped his hands The corner of his eyes caused passers-by to look back at him frequently: "This is a unique world that people love and hate at the same time..."

A bus was parked beside the road at the west entrance of Huanjiang Town. Two figures got out of the bus, wearing sunglasses and traveling lightly. One of them stepped on the asphalt road and looked around in disbelief.

"I haven't been back for several years, and the road has been repaired so beautifully... I remember when I left, it was just a path paved with bluestone slabs."

……

The spring sunshine poured into the yard, and the red roses bloomed just right.The long, thin-mouthed kettle is slightly tilted, and the water drops are sprinkled, part of which seeps into the soil, and part of which stays on the petals, exuding brilliant light under the refraction of the light.The old man straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and beat hard twice.

At this time, out of the corner of his eyes, he seemed to see a shadow flashing by the base of the wall. When he looked intently, it was a spotted kitten.The old man put down the kettle and smiled slightly: "Oh, it's a kitten..." He beckoned to the kitten, "Come here, come here, I'll give you something delicious."

The little wild cat tilted its head and looked at him for a while, stretched out its little pink tongue to lick its front paws, arched its back and stretched its waist, but finally came to the old man's side obediently, but raised its tail high, With one kick, he jumped onto the wall, and with another kick, he disappeared from the other side of the wall.

The old man shook his head and didn't pay much attention to it. He was about to put down the kettle and walk into the house, but there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and then he was hugged from behind forcefully. The momentum of the visitor made him stagger slightly forward.

"Where did this daredevil come from... My old bones are about to fall apart..."

"Teacher!" The voice of the young man who has gone through the voice change period still has a familiar softness. The visitor buried his face on the old man's back, and his voice was muffled.

"..." Song Yubai was silent for a while, then said softly, "After all these years, I have grown a lot stronger..."

Zixin didn't stay at Song's house for a long time, and had a heart-to-heart talk with the old man for a while, and when he went to his own house, his eyes were still a little red.

When he arrived outside the house, he was still a little timid at home, but unexpectedly, when he looked in from the outside, the place where his father used to grow some vegetables in the yard had long been abandoned. There was no response.It wasn't until Zheng Xiu reminded him that he thought of taking out the key from his bag. Fortunately, the door lock at home had not been changed, so he inserted the key and turned it half a turn, and finally opened it.

"...Dad?" He walked into the room and shouted. A thick layer of dust accumulated in the empty room, but there was no response.

Zixin called out to his father again in disbelief, but at this moment, he only heard a "squeak -" and the door that was closed when he walked in just now was pulled open again. He turned his head in surprise, only to see To the unexpected.

"...Brother Xingchu?"

Qi Xingchu glanced past Zheng Xiu, who was silent, and finally fixed on Zixin, and said softly, "You are finally here."