Bit Mania [Hacking]

No matter what the two of them were thinking in their hearts, they couldn't help but staggered when they heard the arrangement below.

"...you and your dad," Zheng Xiu pointed to himself, "...so I slept with that guy?"

"That's right, what's the problem?"

"I'll have nightmares if I spend the night with him..." Xingchu said.

"You think I'm happy?!"

"Then tell me, who will change with me?" Zixin asked.

...that's a really good question.

The two looked at each other, and after a long time, they turned their heads silently, aggrieved and said nothing.

The night in the village is different from that in the city. It is completely quiet. In the distant fields, small nocturnal animals are groping around, and occasionally there are two unknown strange birds, but there are no city whistles or electronic lights. The hustle and bustle of equipment.

The light is the most old-fashioned yellow light bulb. There is a small twisted rope on the bedside, which can be turned on and off at will. clean smell.This is a place full of poverty, but it is obviously taken care of by the owner very carefully, and it will not make it difficult for outsiders to accept it.

The bed was really not big, and when two young men slept side by side, the wooden frame made a weak whine.

There was no one else in the room, so Zheng Xiu didn't need to pretend anymore. He stabilized his body so as not to fall off the bed, and spread his hands to Xingchu: "Give it back to me."

Xing Chu didn't make it difficult for him, and handed the gun over with a flip of his hand.Zheng Xiu took it, weighed it, frowned in confusion, pulled out the magazine and opened it, and there were five bullets lying quietly in the magazine with a capacity of six rounds.

"... When did you move your hands and feet?!"

Xing Chu leaned his back on the pillow, and replied: "You are a cautious person, and you usually keep your guns close to your body, but the pistol cannot enter water, so you can only do some small movements quietly when you are taking a shower."

"How did you know I was carrying a gun?"

"I know you carry a gun... Heh, in the last life, many agents who hunted you died under the gun. At that time, Zixin had a foot injury and couldn't stand stably, and couldn't bear the recoil caused by using the gun. So there is only one Possibly—you were the one with the gun."

After a pause, he turned to a topic that seemed insignificant: "The gangsters I met at the train station can do military punches. It was the best policy not to think too much at first, but later combined with Luo Zixin's father's words, I can also guess some of them." Two——The descendants of deserters from the Vietnam War crossed the border and became bandits. I have heard of it before. It is indeed a mess here..."

"That's right, I took you to a place far away from the village to kill, and then put you on the heads of those bandits. There is no proof of death." Zheng Xiu wiped the fingerprints on the gun with a dust-free cloth, and completed it for him. After finishing, it seems to say that the weather is good today: "But you only took one bullet, why?"

"Because you are suspicious by nature. People who are suspicious by nature are often stubborn. If they believe that one truth is right, they will keep their heads down and keep going. They don't believe in others easily. The same is true for the habit of using guns. Even if you are reborn, you will choose to use it all the time. The gun that I am used to, the two worlds combined should have at least seven or eight years of experience. If I take away all the bullets, you will feel that the weight is not right as soon as you hold it in your hand... Then you won’t come out with me and have a good time Let’s talk about something, isn’t it? What’s more, the bullets taken from the body of the dead agent in the previous life were 9×19 Parabellum pistols—Micro-sound pistols made in the United States. In order to achieve the highest noise reduction effect, Professional micro-acoustic guns are non-automatic and can only be single-shot. After firing one shot, you have to manually eject the shell and reload it. Therefore, just taking out one shot is enough for me to subdue you in the time gap when you refill the next shot .”

"...Wonderful analysis," Zheng Xiu heard with blue veins on his forehead: "Give it back to me now, aren't you afraid that I will find another chance to kill you?"

"In front of Luo Zixin?" Xing Chu asked back with a smile, and with a movement of his hand, he turned a page of a booklet resting on his knees.

Zheng Xiu stared at the smiling face of the person in front of him, wishing to tear that face apart. He took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the booklet in Xingchu's hand, and he said angrily, "Travel brochure? You really have time to spare."

"Well, since you're here, why don't you play along? Cross-bridge rice noodles are famous..."

"Crack." The answer was Zheng Xiu's voice of turning off the light.

Not upset at the beginning of the trip, I closed the travel brochure and put it aside, groped in the dark and lay down.

The room was quiet for a while, only the faint breathing of the two people. The narrow bed made the men lying on it uncomfortable, so they could only stand still.In fact, everyone was very tired after today's day. First, they had a fight, then ran a long distance, and heard a lot of unimaginable things. In addition, Luo's father called him to help chop firewood in a backyard at night. Most people would fall asleep when they were so tired, but now these two people were so preoccupied, thinking about various things, that it was difficult to fall asleep.

"...Zheng Xiu, there is a question I've always wanted to ask you." After a long silence, a young man's voice sounded again in the darkness: "You... just hate me so much? Even to the point of dying... ..."

"Huh." The person being questioned returned his nasal voice coldly, and after a while, he spit out another word: "Hypocrite..."

The other party acted like a child who tried hard to emphasize his position but was unwilling to express his thoughts, which made Xingchu want to laugh for a moment somehow, but he restrained him in a blink of an eye.

"The changes in Zixin's two lives are obvious to all, don't tell me you didn't notice," he said, "Will I still be against him, no. I didn't want to in the previous life, and there is no reason to do so in this life..."

"So you want to say that our position in this life is enemy rather than friend?" Zheng Xiu turned his head suddenly and sneered: "Don't forget what you did to us before!"

Xingchu looked serious, silent for a while, and said: "...I know what you mean, and your attitude towards me is not incomprehensible, but what people don't understand is that there are many people who worked with me in the previous life, and they all participated In order to hunt down you, I don’t believe you can’t remember any of them, but apart from targeting me, according to my investigation, no one else has suffered such deliberate revenge from you.”

"Are you still pretending you don't know anything!"

"What do I know?" Xingchu said with a hint of self-mockery in his tone: "In order to destroy Luo Zixin's whereabouts clues, I became a black hat darker than Octo's head in this life, and tied myself and you to the same boat. You didn't even mention the slightest bit of framing of me to Zixin, so isn't that counted as one or two points of sincerity in your eyes?"

"Sincerity? Huh..." Zheng Xiu snorted: "A professional liar who is accustomed to lying is also worthy of talking about sincerity."

"When did I ever tell a lie?" Xingchu heard the words, raised his upper body in confusion, and looked straight at the people around him. Unexpectedly, Zheng Xiu also suddenly turned sideways at the same time, and the silent pistol was directly placed in the middle of his forehead, and the other The arms were pressed down hard at the same time, the wooden bed shook violently, the structure of the falcon made a toothsome "creaking" sound, and Xingchu's head was pressed heavily on the bed by the muzzle of the gun while spinning around. It was lifted violently into the air.

Zheng Xiu was panting violently with red eyes, tried to raise the corners of his mouth a few times, and finally stayed at a paranoid to the point of madness: "...Qi Xingchu, ha, you are right, I am a stubborn person, and I believe in a right truth I will keep going on with my head sullen, and I will never believe anything else easily—following Octo, I want you to die! I will not give up for anything or any change in the situation. If your death will be known by Luo Zixin I did it, let him know, I can't accept the imperfect ending...Anyway, you must die!"

The bangs were scattered on the pillow, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed down heavily by the crazy gunman, and a red mark was immediately burned on the smooth forehead. Xing Chu frowned and grabbed the gun barrel.

"At this point, at least let me die to understand!..."

"That's the face," Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth, "It hasn't changed in two lifetimes..."

In the winter of 03, when Octo was released from prison for the first time, this man pushed his wheelchair and slowly walked out of the severe prison. Octo seemed to want to say something. The man squatted down and listened. , the security expert in a suit in a white coat raised his hand to brush the thin snow that fell on the hacker's knees, the latter nodded to him, Zheng Xiu rushed over, drew his gun and pointed at the man just like now, the man's face was also The same astonishment.

"Xiu, step back!"

Amidst Octo's low voice, he reluctantly lowered his hand holding the gun, and stood in the snow, listening to them say, "It's a deal."

What agreement did they reach?What happened to them in prison?Why is he in a wheelchair?And why would he push his Octo out?How could they laugh at Yanyan?How could he put his hands on his shoulders?Aren't they the most inextricable enemy relationship?They...they...

Octo said: I decided to trust Qi Xingchu.

Octo said: Xiu, there is no need for a gun.

Octo said: How about not being a hacker.

Octo said: No, I don't believe that Qi Xingchu will...

——In the spring of the coming year, he will launch an all-out hunt for himself again.

He saw the defenseless Octo's smile froze on his face, replaced by disbelief and disappointment.

"Why don't you abide by the agreement and force Octo to death? Do you know how much he trusts you...Qi Xingchu, you deserve to die!"

At that moment, hatred was overwhelming.

Something hot fell on his face, and Qi Xingchu's pupils constricted for an instant, and the next second, he slammed the person on his body away, and pulled up the sheets on the bed with all his strength, and the white sheets swung in the air like sails. Open, whistling wind whirling towards Zheng Xiu cover, at the same time the silenced gun sounded, bullets burst out from the chamber, and shot on the quilt in a twirling motion, a certain point of the raised quilt protruded sharply, Immediately afterwards, it was pierced by bullets like paper paste. Amidst the subtle sizzling sound, a circle of scorched yellow circled the bullet hole, and Xing Chu slammed to the side. tinnitus.

There was a knock on the door, and Zixin's worried voice reached their ears:

"What's going on, did the bed fall off..."

"It's okay!" The two people in the room replied at the same time.

After the people outside the house ordered to go to bed early, they left with lazy steps. The room fell into extreme silence for a moment. After a few seconds, Zheng Xiu took a deep breath and gradually calmed down. He picked up the bed sheet and shook it, It put it on the bed, turned around and began to rummage through the room. At the beginning of the trip, I was a little dazed, and couldn't help asking: "...What are you looking for?"

"sewing."

"what?"

"Mend up the sheets!" Zheng Xiu said sullenly.

"……Do you need help?"

"It's just a bullet hole, no need."

This guy's obsessive-compulsive disorder is really serious... Xing Chu stared blankly at the busyness of the other person in the room.But tonight's commotion made him feel strange, Zheng Xiu seemed to have a different kind of grudge against him—what was it..."not keeping the agreement"?

contract?

——He only remembered that Octo tore up the agreement that year, turned his face and refused to admit it, and once forced himself to betray his relatives.

"But... Zheng Xiu, there is one more thing I want to thank you for."

"how."

"When I fled a few years ago, my family was not attacked."

The movement of someone's hands paused, and he said coldly, "I don't care."