Chapter 15 Crime Countdown
【07:40:21】
As soon as Wang Ze took off his somewhat bulky sensory helmet, the door of the house was knocked open.
There was a crowd of people, and He Chou led people to rush forward and surrounded Wang Ze.
"How are you! Lao Wang! How is your health?"
Wang Ze spread his hands and shrugged: "Why are you so nervous? I haven't lost a piece of meat. Is there any other more convenient way to log in to my Liming Street account?"
"It's already this time, why do you still care about that broken account!" He Qiu said anxiously: "Didn't you say you saw the murderer just now? Did the murderer do anything to you!"
Everyone around him sighed.
Wang Ze shook his head, thought for a moment, and explained:
"The other party only appeared for a few seconds and left something for me. I saw it as the murderer on the personal interface. Where is the network data? Is there anything abnormal?"
"Well, Mr. Wang... we still haven't found any trace of the server being invaded."
There was a response from the door. It was a male voice, and you could hear a bit of tension.
Several veteran police officers wisely moved out of the way, revealing the fat middle-aged man in a white trench coat.
His short hair was a bit withered, his expression was full of fatigue, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes showed that he had been severely sleep-deprived recently.
The man was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted. He hurried forward and said quickly:
"Because Mr. Wang reminded us in time, we detected a traffic surge at the police station gateway!
"This is very crucial evidence, which can prove that the other party is not a ghost in the virtual world, and there are traces to follow!
"It's just, it's just...the speed at which the other party erased data traces far exceeded our imagination..."
The more he spoke, the less confident he became.
Wang Ze nodded calmly: "What's your surname?"
"Hello Mr. Wang!"
The man leaned forward and grasped Wang Ze's outstretched right hand with a pair of chubby, greasy hands.
"I am a technician from Wei Xing Black Box Research Institute, my surname is Zhao, Zhao Dafu! If you have any technical questions, you can ask me directly! Thanks to you for discovering the loopholes in the monitoring, otherwise we would still be headless flies now!"< br>
After speaking for a while, Zhao Dafu showed a bit of a wry smile on his fat and white face:
"Of course, we are at a disadvantage now, and there may be some technical problems that I cannot answer for the time being."
This sentence made Wang Zesheng feel a little good.
Compared with some arrogant management of Weixing Group, this technician should be a real technical worker who does practical things.
Wang Ze asked: "Is there any other more convenient way to log in to Liming Street? I want to open the personal profile page."
Zhao Dafu immediately replied: "If it is not to enter the game world through Liming Street, there are many ways to choose. We have developed many UIs and all types of network terminals can log in.
"The main functions of Liming Street for users are: one is the door to enter the game world, and the other is to summarize various information for users."
Wang Ze immediately took out his mobile phone, a square terminal, turned on the projection, searched Liming Street, and quickly found the account login interface.
After quickly entering his account password and passing biometric identification, Wang Ze opened his personal panel.
A dark red countdown popped up, right in the middle of the personal panel.
07:36:58
07:36:57
07:36:56
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The sound of needle dropping could be heard in the room. He Qiu stared at the constantly beating countdown, and many young police officers' hair stood on end.
Wang Ze briefly introduced: "Left by the murderer."
Zhao Dafu came closer to observe with a serious face, turned around and ran away without any warning. After leaving the room, he took out the network terminal and muttered for a while.
After a few seconds, the entire corridor was filled with his roar:
"Lock the personal information server! Look at the data! There is definitely something abnormal in the data!"
"Bring my computer over here! Quick! I'll pick you up at the elevator!"
"This stupid murderer is just provoking!"
Wang Ze opened his mouth, his expression a little confused.
Oh, wonderful vulgarity.
……
Ten minutes later, lower floor of the police building;
A ‘dispatch center’ with several giant screens hanging on it.
A group of men and women in white coats were gathered around the projection screen of Wang Ze's mobile phone. Surrounding them were messy lines and various instruments.
In a remote corner, Wang Ze was holding a cup of hot tea, with two sensors on his forehead and arms, and was being examined by several medical staff.
This dispatch center, which covers an area of more than 200 square meters, is full of people. Not only the investigators of the Liming Street murder case, but also the command systems of several other action groups work together here.
Wang Ze was greeted by He Qiu when he arrived on his home planet. This was also the first time that he faced the police's case-handling power.
Seeing the mature and calm figures everywhere, or the sunny and energetic figures everywhere, all dealing with the affairs at hand in an orderly manner, Wang Ze felt a little more energetic inexplicably.
These medical staff tried to explain something to Wang Ze.
Wang Ze knew every word of what they said, but when put together, it became... some kind of heavenly book.
Fortunately, an old doctor saw Wang Ze’s confusion and summed it up briefly:
"Mr. Wang, don't worry. There is nothing wrong with your physical and mental state. You just need to pay attention to rest and don't let yourself get too tired."
"Thank you," Wang Ze responded politely, then turned his attention to his mobile phone in the distance.
The countdown continues.
Deputy Director Gong Tianzheng and several veteran police officers also appeared in the corner, discussing something in a low voice.
"Mr. Wang!"
Zhao Dafu walked quickly from the side, his forehead covered with sweat.
"We have now confirmed that this is just a simple timing and has locked the string written by the other party in the code.
"I can't imagine how he did it. Our defense system is like air.
"However, you don't have to worry about the murderer being able to harm your body through this countdown. Everyone agrees...as long as you don't contact the Internet in the future, you won't give him an opportunity."
"The murderer's target is not me."
Wang Ze carefully recalled the two seconds when he and the ghost looked at each other, and explained:
"According to my current understanding, it is the murderer who is telling me that he will strike again when the countdown ends.
"He gave a time limit. If I can't solve Wen Quan's case within this time limit, then there will be no way to stop him from taking action."
"Is that so?" Zhao Dafu frowned and pursed his lips, "Then, what should we do now?"
"Investigation, evidence collection, reasoning, and identifying the real culprit."
Wang Ze rubbed his brows with his fingers, feeling inexplicably that his breathing was not smooth and his voice was much deeper:
"Director Zhao, I want to get a definite answer. Is there really nothing your company's technical department can do to stop the murderer from appearing twice?"
"It takes time," Zhao Dafu looked very embarrassed, "I even, even doubt..."
Wang Ze asked directly: "Are you sure your company's server data has not been tampered with?"
Zhao Dafu just wanted to nod, but his movements were a little slow. He groaned for a few times without answering, and he was afraid to look directly into Wang Ze's eyes.
"In other words, you can't guarantee it."
Wang Ze's eyes showed a bit of disappointment, and his mood became a little irritable.
He doesn't quite understand. If you can't do it, just say it can't be done. Why do you waste everyone's time so coquettishly? Can't we invite some technical experts to come over as soon as possible?
Zhao Dafu wanted to say something several times, but a sense of powerlessness always appeared on his face.
Only an industry insider like him who understands technology can truly understand the horror of that ghost.
Zhao Dafu even had the illusion that they had suffered a dimensionality reduction blow, and that the other party's technical means were one or even several eras ahead of them.
The atmosphere in the corner became a bit dull.
He Qiu was arguing with several old police officers, his neck was red and his expression was solemn.
The researchers gathered around the countdown projected on their mobile phones and discussed in groups what methods the murderer might use when he showed up.
Several police officers projected a map of the city in the corner, trying to study the murderer's next course of action, but they couldn't find any clues at all.
Wang Ze sat in the chair holding his forehead, his irritable mood slowly calming down, and he was forcing himself to regain his composure.
The countdown keeps eating up the seconds and gradually erodes towards the divisions.
The sounds around me were suddenly near and far away.
The black shadow outside the window, the dead man lying on the port equipment, and the hijacker who pointed the gun at him without hesitation, constantly appeared in front of Wang Ze's eyes.
Closing his eyes, Wang Ze seemed to hear the regular ticking sound of the mechanical dial, and the ticking sound was mixed with other rhythms.
Da, da, da, da...
The heels of the high heels were in constant contact with the non-slip tiles, creating a steady and brisk footsteps.
Wang Ze opened his eyes slightly and glanced in the direction of the sound, and saw the door No. 2 of the dispatch room being opened.
At this time, the sunlight first fell on the floor tiles of the corridor, and then was reflected by the floor tiles into Wang Ze's eyes, rendering a warm yellow tone.
The footsteps suddenly stopped.
A few slender fingers grasped the edge of the door and pushed it inward. The corners of the khaki windbreaker slipped past, and the owner of the windbreaker stepped into Wang Ze's sight.
She has a slender figure, fluffy long flaxen hair, a white shirt and a brown professional skirt under the windbreaker. Her slender legs are even more straight and rounded against the flesh-colored stockings. The stiletto heels under her slender ankles are like a finishing touch. pen.
Half of the eyes in the hall were focused on her, but she didn't feel any nervousness. She naturally took off her reflective reality-enhanced sunglasses, revealing a delicate face that contained the charm of an oriental beauty.
A slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her phoenix eyes seemed to be able to speak, quickly scanning the scene in the hall.
"I take the liberty of disturbing you all.
"My name is Wei Na. I am a staff member of Weixing Group. I have been appointed by the board of directors to provide comprehensive support to the police. My team and I will do our best to help the police solve the Liming Street murder case.
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"Excuse me, where is Mr. Wang Ze now?"
Wang Ze, who was just in the left corner, slightly raised the tip of his nose and raised his hand to signal: "This."
It's jasmine. (End of chapter)