Bit Mania [Hacking]

Sitting in front of Chen Weiling was a young man also in handcuffs, with a childish round face, evasive eyes, biting his bloodless lips. Hearing this, he quickly raised his head and glanced at him, then immediately lowered his head.

Chen Weiling is very familiar with this person, isn't he his roommate Wang Zhiming in college now?

"I, I surrender myself..."

"Surrender yourself to what?" Chen Weiling frowned.

"We've all heard about the virus," Wang Zhiming bit his lip again, and his words were choked up when he spoke again: "I didn't expect things to turn out like this..."

"Does everyone know?" Chen Weiling sighed, looking at the appearance of the person in front of him, some guesses flashed in his heart.

Sure enough, after a while of silence, his roommate finally curled up in the chair like a shrimp, covering his face with his hands: "That virus... I actually spread it..."

"...Your computer was on at the time, and there was a strange icon on the desktop that I hadn't seen before. I was curious... damn curious, so I clicked on it...and your computer happened to be connected to the campus network..."

"Wei Ling, I'm sorry..." Wang Zhiming cried and said to him: "I'm so scared, I don't know what to do, I can't sleep for so many days, I'm really sorry... It's me who spread the virus It's your fault, it has nothing to do with you! I, I surrender myself...let them let you go..."

Chen Weiling opened his mouth wide when he heard this, and then he collapsed into the chair slumped for a long time, as if all the strength had been taken from his body, and he suddenly aged dozens of years.

"It's too late..."

In the following months, after detailed investigation and evidence collection by the police and the cooperation of the parties involved, it was confirmed that the spreader of the virus was Chen Weiling's roommate, that is, Wang Zhiming. The almost dramatic turn of events surprised everyone; Octo, who had been silent for some time, finally appeared on the Internet, and what he brought with him was a piece of code for the entry point of CIH virus infection-the virus company could use them to create an anti-CIH program.

However, when the cause and effect of the matter became clear, according to the statistics of professionals, the CIH virus spread through CD-ROMs and the Internet has already infected at least 3000 million hosts around the world, because it can directly damage the hardware, and the files and data stored in the hardware are all It cannot be restored, and its ability to permanently destroy is unmatched by any virus in the past. Even Elmo's August natural disaster was inferior in this respect.

Chen Weiling sincerely apologized to the public through the news media, and referred to the code segment given by Octo, worked around the clock, and announced the antivirus method before every virus company. So far, the catastrophe of the century on the Internet has been brought under control.

Furthermore, I don’t know whether it was a positive attitude towards reform that played a role, or whether the identity of not being a virus spreader made people feel compassionate. In the end, no one appealed against the CIH virus, and Chen Weiling was released in the same year.

It's just what happened, and it can never go back to the way it was before.This person, who exploded like a shooting star in the history of the Internet, will spend his whole life in the days to come to atone for the sins of tens of millions of personal computers, data, documents, and finances that have fallen all over the world.

September [-], Huaguo Taiwan.

The raging typhoon finally left the country, and the school officially opened in early September after being postponed for a few days.A group of elementary school students in white shirts and black shorts uniforms jumped off the school bus, bouncing around, laughing and playing, and sprinkled crisp and beautiful laughter in different corners of the city.

The side door of the detention center was slightly opened, and a thin figure quietly walked out of it, turned a corner, walked through the side alley, and blended into the bustling crowd.

It was a young man with the appearance of a college student. His skin was slightly darkened by exposure to the sun, which made this thin young man with glasses on the bridge of his nose look less frail, but his lips were very white and his face was also pale. Very haggard, as if he had just experienced a blow, two elementary school students used Mandarin textbooks as weapons to fight each other, like two bold little rabbits rampaging, the young man was hit by a child, and he took a half step back , holding the child in his arms, walked around the child without saying a word and continued walking.

From beginning to end, the laughter of this world seems to have nothing to do with this person.He walked very slowly, as if he didn't know where he should go, as if he had no destination.

As he was passing by a public phone booth, he suddenly heard the phone ringing in his ears. The young man subconsciously followed the sound, and couldn't help being stunned—it was the phone in the phone booth calling, but the strange thing was... No one was operating it?

The phone rang by itself.

If it was in the past, Chen Weiling would have aroused strong interest and stepped forward to find out, but now he just shrinks his neck, telling himself that he can no longer touch this field. He quickened his pace and left.

Turning a corner, he came to the bustling commercial street in Taipei. There are row upon row of shopping malls leading the trend of the times, reflecting the bright light under the scorching sun. He put one hand gently on the elevator handrail, feeling his body being slowed down by the escalator of the overpass. Slowly sent to the top, the breeze is blowing, reborn as a human being.A huge TV screen was installed on the outer wall of the shopping mall, and an advertisement for a well-known European cosmetics was being broadcast. The low-pitched female voice of a high-nosed, deep-eyed actress was promoting her products in a gorgeous tone. Chen Weiling watched it for a few seconds. Just look away from the screen.

At this moment, the words of the female voice in the advertisement came to an abrupt end, and the phrase "from Paris..." was cut off in a high tone, and the soundtrack of the bustling street was suddenly pulled away like a chorus, followed by The crowd booed, Chen Weiling looked up strangely, and saw that the huge advertising screen had turned black at some point—was it a signal interruption, or a short circuit?Just as he was in a daze, a line of large characters emerged from the dark screen.

What was displayed on the screen was only three words, but the pupils of the young man constricted suddenly.

——"Answer the phone."

At the same time, the elevator finally reached the top. He couldn't react in time, tripped over his toes and staggered. After standing still, he stared blankly at the three words. After a long time, he took a few deep breaths, shook his head and turned to leave. .

The intuition in his heart told him that these three words were speaking to himself, but more, he forced himself to persuade himself - this was just someone's prank or an impromptu show, and had nothing to do with Chen Weiling.

Trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, he helped the elevator down the overpass. The foreign fast food restaurant on the side of the street exuded a burst of fragrance. Chen Weiling reached into his trouser pocket and touched it. Several coins clanged, and he grabbed them. walked into the store.

Soon the young man walked out of the door, eating a cone in his hand, the cold milk fragrance came from his taste buds, and his uneasy mood calmed down, and he stopped involuntarily when he passed another telephone booth Looking at the footsteps, there was no movement, and Chen Weiling was completely relieved. Just as he was about to leave, the sharp ringing of the phone rang again.

"Jingle Bell--"

His breath was stagnant, and he almost jumped up on the spot, but saw a man next to him with a briefcase take out his mobile phone in a panic and put it to his ear: "Yes... yes, the contract is signed..."

Chen Weiling took a few short breaths, wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves, lowered his head and walked away quickly. After walking a few steps, he turned back and stared fixedly at the empty phone booth.

At this time, the bell rang again leisurely.

From a phone booth.

Chen Weiling laughed at himself, the expression on his face changed several times, helpless, aggrieved, unwilling, conceited, and even nervous. Finally, he opened the transparent door and walked in. The caller ID showed a string of "---", Wei Ling raised his eyebrows, and brought up microphone.

"Hey?"

He was answered with a series of busy tones.

He tried to call back several times, but was redirected to inexplicable places.

What about channel multipath jumps?Chen Weiling licked the cone, his eyes gradually lit up with fighting spirit, then put the paper-wrapped base of the cone on the tin telephone, held the receiver to his ear with one hand, and began to quickly enter a string of numbers on the dial with the other. number……

When he picked up the cone again and put it to his mouth, the ice cream had only half melted. He took a bite and said vaguely: "I have decided to retire..."

A soft voice came from the other end of the phone, which made people feel the urge to pull that guy out and give him a hard bite: "Well, don't you mind saving the world before retiring?"

"You are Octo."

"...Uh, how do you know?"

"I have watched the video of the Mathematicians Conference 27 times," Chen Weiling said, "I can recognize your voice even when it turns into ashes."

At that first pause, it seemed that he took the phone away and covered it with his hand, but unfortunately Chen Weiling still heard what the other party said: "I'll just say it, I thought he was my fanatic fan..."

"Stay where you are," Chen Weiling ruthlessly wiped off the crispy skin of the cone, "I'll go over and beat you up right away."

"Okay, I'll send someone to pick you up."

So Octo sent Israel to take Kerai, who wanted to beat him up, to the designated meeting place, a local tea restaurant. Although Octo's voice sounded completely different from the legendary domineering and courageous image, Isr knew Chen Weiling, a mathematics conference. What kind of character is he? Since a genius like him is only used to run errands and pick up people, Octo himself must not be underestimated...

It's just that Chen Weiling, who was speculating like this, didn't know that Zheng Xiu made a special trip to pick him up, and he had already lost ten or twenty spies who were following him, and he was not a character who just ran around.

Immediately seeing the most powerful and mysterious figure in the entire Internet world with his own eyes, everyone couldn't help being extremely excited. Chen Weiling forced himself to endure the violent heartbeat, and stretched out his hand to push open the glass door of the tea restaurant.

There are no bodyguards in black suits with guns in the imagination, and there are no densely packed computers and data cables. Relaxing music is playing in the tea restaurant. It is not meal time, and there are a few tables of customers sitting sparsely. Zheng Xiu directly takes him to a corner. The booth sat down and nodded with the other two people already present.

Chen Weiling stared blankly at the two young guys in the booth, and saw that they were sitting facing each other. On the dining table in the middle was a large glass of milkshake, one red and one basket with two straws tied in knots. Inside, Zheng Xiu, who arrived later, pulled out the red one and threw it aside with a calm face, then took a green straw and inserted it, and took a sip by himself.

"That..." He tried to speak.

"Are you hungry," said the voice that Chen Weiling could recognize even when he turned into ashes, "Do you want a hamburger?"

"Chicken leg, thank you."

Ever since he was arrested in the detention center, Chen Weiling hadn't had a solid meal. The first hamburger he regained his freedom gave him a blissful burp. At this moment, Xingchu took out the He picked up something and gently pushed it in front of him.

Chen Weiling squeezed the food wrapping paper into a ball, picked up the object in front of him to look at it, and quickly narrowed his eyes seriously.

This is a black chip, smaller than a fist, a square piece, the casing has been pried open, and integrated circuits are densely covered on it, and on the back of the chip, there is a line of small words soldered in the lower left corner - SUR-EEPROM -3027.

"Plug in a read-only static memory chip?"

"Sure enough, he is an expert in hardware."

Regarding Qi Xingchu's praise, Chen Weiling couldn't help laughing: "This is something that ordinary folks can't get..."

"I'm Elmo." Staring into Chen Weiling's eyes, Xingchu said slowly, "We invite you to participate in the encryption of the 'Roster of God'."