Chapter 701 Professional troubleshooting No wonder the thieves
Ruyue Fengshui stared at the canvas solemnly, stretched out his hand, and touched the sudden black mark, wanting to see if the ink had dried.
His house is not small, and it takes time to go up and down the mountain. It is not easy for Kitagawa Yusuke, who does not own a car, to get in and out of here. Therefore, when Kisaragi Fengshui has nothing to do, he usually spends an extra ten minutes to get him there. All the way to the roadside at the foot of the mountain.
He pursues purity. Apart from himself, only the housekeeper and servant responsible for sweeping the house come and go from time to time. Therefore, it is difficult to say who did it for such a long time span.
What this prisoner did, whether it was the destruction of the work or the underlying ridicule, made Ruyue Fengshui a little angry.
Ruyue Fengshui was stunned when he touched the special black paint, hesitantly retracted his hand, and touched it twice more for confirmation.
Raising his hand and looking at the bright spots left by his fingerprints on the ink, Ruyue Fengshui couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable.
Having been hands-on for a long time and participated in the printing design work of many of his own works, he is also familiar with this process. This is a temperature-changing ink that gradually loses color as the temperature changes. In terms of feel, , maybe it’s also quick-drying.
"What on earth is this..." Ruyue Fengshui, whose emotions were interrupted, was confused.
He came to sabotage because he was dissatisfied with him or his disciples. He could guess what the other party was thinking, but he ran into his studio inexplicably and turned his disciple's practice work into a What’s the point of scratch-off games...
Still confused, Ruyue Fengshui quickly rubbed the canvas a few times, wiping away the traces from top to bottom, revealing the original appearance of the painting below.
An unexpected symbol appeared in the center of the canvas. The bright red color was incompatible with the pastel colors of Mount Fuji.
This is not that, it was on the news...
Ruyue Fengshui pondered, trying hard to recall what this symbol represented and to understand the message the intruder was trying to convey. The sound of the bell suddenly rang, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the studio.
Due to the pursuit of peace and quiet, Ruyue Fengshui rarely told others his home phone number, and always asked them to call his mobile phone. The home phone was mainly used to answer calls from the access control.
Ruyue Fengshui frowned, walked out of the studio slowly, found the nearest landline phone and answered it.
"Hello, this is Kisaragi House." After looking at the blank call message for a while, he hesitantly addressed himself to the other end of the phone.
Thinking of what he saw on the canvas just now, he had some vague premonitions about the person on the other side of the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Kisaragi." The voice on the other end of the phone was soft and gentle. It seemed that it had been specially processed and the gender could not be distinguished. "I heard that you have some minor worries recently. Life is not comfortable. I am not very talented, but I admire the hard work of the old gentleman in painting, so I want to help you solve your problems and express my feelings.”
I don’t know if it’s intentional or just teasing Ruyue Fengshui. The speaker spoke in a humanistic manner mixed with some ancient tunes and spoke these very written expressions, as if he was also a calligrapher, painter or poet, communicating politely with his colleagues.
But his weird words and tone only made the really knowledgeable Ruyue Fengshui laugh dumbly.
This is obviously someone who doesn’t know much about Japanese literature, but is trying hard to express elegant content. The words are awkward and hard to pronounce, as if they were directly translated from other languages.
Educated, but uneducated, which made Ruyue Fengshui smile.
"The things Yusuke painted were left behind by you?" After the emotional interruption, Ruyue Fengshui's expression softened a little, "Even if it is a practice work, you should not destroy others like a joke. "It's very inappropriate to break into my house privately."
Ruyue Fengshui relaxed after being laughed at and began to assume that the person on the other side of the phone was an overly naughty young man joking with him. .
No matter how they expressed themselves, these guys who claimed to be the Phantom Thieves in the news did not give their "judgment" directly and condescendingly like they did to other targets, which relaxed Kisaragi Fengshui's previously tense heartstrings.
No matter what purpose they serve, it is a good thing that there is room for dialogue.
Ruyue Fengshui believes that he is not a bad person, but he also knows that it is a fact that he has evil thoughts because of his artistic pursuits and life beliefs.
Although they don’t have the concept of cultivating one’s heart first before cultivating one’s literature, such an idea is against public order and good customs, and is not in line with the public’s expectations of artists who are indifferent to fame and wealth. Ruyue Fengshui is very self-aware.
"This is not to destroy the painting, old gentleman." The person on the other end of the phone chuckled, "Don't you think that with the addition of that mark, this work can be called complete? This It’s to perfect the art itself.”
"Quia." Ruyue Fengshui sighed and asked bluntly, "Okay, what exactly do you want to do? I have heard of your name, the Phantom Thieves of the Heart, like other Phantom Thieves stealing art. , Stealing the desires of sinners...Have I also become your target? "
Ruyue Fengshui subconsciously touched the porcelain cup he put in his pocket while speaking in a very calm tone.
He doesn’t think there is anything strange or offensive about him being the target of the Phantom Thieves. It should be said that no one’s life can withstand careful scrutiny, and for the sake of art He has sacrificed too many things for his mechanical concepts, some of which have already violated many moral bottom lines.
For example, in order to earn enough money to buy this mansion for himself, and in order to obtain a more secure and comfortable living environment, he accepted many sons and daughters of famous families as disciples, and let them hang up the Ruyue Peak Water The reputation of being a disciple is gilded.
Those people regard these young people who have little relationship with him as a transit point to establish long-term communication channels with him. They talk to him about the sale and collection of paintings. They have plagiarized and even stolen paintings from him more than once. , however, Ruyue Fengshui, who accepted their funding, could only swallow his breath and acquiesce to the development of such things...
Ruyue Fengshui never thought that he was a pure and noble painter. He paid for his persistence, and the price he paid would deepen his persistence again and again. His life had already been determined by his determination to embark on this single track. time, deeply bound to all of this.
But he also does not think that he is a hopeless villain. Compared with himself, his disciples, the collectors who put pressure on him, and the art evaluators who asked for inside information, Rich businessmen and dignitaries...
There are many people crazier than him in this world.
"Yes...and no." The person on the other end of the phone said something shocking in a slightly smooth voice, "So what I want to say is, your troubles, we I can do it for you. No need to murder, old man, that building will become a Titanic for many people, and it will end sadly on the day it sets sail. Rather than this, you might as well formally become the next one to the Phantom Thieves. Entrust us to help you solve some real problems, how about it?"
This time, Ruyue Fengshui tightened the handset in his hand and froze in place.
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“Someone is using the computer room of the Twin Towers in Nishitama City to send information related to the organization to the outside world?” Toru Amuro asked in an incredible tone, “Why, could it be related to What hatred does the company have and wants to kill the boss directly? "Who knows why?" Gin's voice was very impatient, "This is something you should figure out."
< br>Organizational intelligence, especially intelligence in the form of electronic information, cannot be taken away and used by just anyone.
As early as the emergence of the Night Baron virus, organizations already had the technical strength to reversely locate the location of information leakage and carry out countermeasures. It was just a matter of effort to implant anti-tracking programs into various types of information.
No one who truly understands the organization, and truly understands what they are dealing with, can handle their information so casually and carelessly.
However, this guy just did it. He didn't even try to hide his location. He almost shouted at everyone with a loudspeaker that he didn't want to live anymore.
But with Gin’s many years of front-line work experience, it is impossible to try to understand everyone with logic.
There are so many weird things in the world, such as leaving your driver's license at someone's house during a burglary, robbing someone without wearing gloves, committing murder and stealing and spitting out cigarette butts next to them... He has wiped countless similar butts. , so I didn’t feel like exploring waste. "So, how should we deal with this matter now? Find this guy and deal with him?" As he said this, Toru Amuro quickly took out his second mobile phone and started typing key information into it.
Nishitama City Twin Buildings, he remembered, this building should belong to Mio Joban, the daughter of the Joban Group, and the company she was running now was an enterprise related to cutting-edge computer technology.
I don’t know how they obtained the relevant data of the organization, or who had the sudden idea to send things out directly using the company’s server.
Thinking of this, Toru Amuro couldn't help but feel sad.
What a waste, what a waste. If the data were handed over to them for processing...
"There is no difference between that guy's death and his immortality." Gin didn't want to say more, very worried. Obviously, he was not prepared to tell Bourbon the specific content of this batch of data. "What needs to be processed are the machines in the computer room."
This batch of data is of little value, at least that's what the technical department told him.
However, in this batch of data, the version of the program responsible for locating and returning the message is very old. It may be traced back to the receiving end used to receive the message, and its value is higher than the data itself.
A very humorous situation, but Gin is indeed used to it.
"The processing you mentioned, could it be..." Toru Amuro paused while typing the message.
“Blow it up.” Gin said calmly, “Now the only people in charge of stable activities in the Tokyo area are you and Kumail, you guys will solve this matter.”
What else can you do, stupid colleagues, stupid logistics, destroy them.
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“What are you really going to do?” Zhufu Jingguang, who was driving, watched Tang Ze hang up the phone and let out a breath, “I always feel like…”
"Isn't this great? A win-win situation." Tangze put the phone back into his pocket and returned to his own voice.
“I always feel that this kind of behavior is indeed a bit immoral.” Zhu Fu Jingguang finished the second half of his sentence firmly.
In terms of settings, Kitagawa Yusuke, who doesn't even have money to take the subway, naturally can't drive a car and be picked up to go to class. Nowadays, Karasawa comes to and from interest classes, oh no, to participate in Kisaragi Hosui's teaching. People in the group took turns driving to pick us up.
Today it was Zhu Fu Jingguang’s turn, and he did not expect to hear such an explosive noise as soon as he arrived.
Although their master-disciple relationship was a result of Karasawa's shamelessness, and the main identity was given to him by himself when he was away from home, but after he really studied with Kisaragi Fengshui and recognized him as his master , Tangze's attitude is still very serious.
Respecting teachers is one of the principles that Karasawa has always believed in. Since Kisaragi Hosui is a qualified teacher, he is very devoted to his disciples, especially those who are promising and worthy of training like Yusuke Kitagawa. Professor, then Tang Ze has no reason to persecute him.
On the discussion about whether he is a villain or not, his thoughts coincide with Ruyue Fengshui.
"If Ruyue Fengshui's success is mainly due to his excessive creative obsession, I think it is not a bad thing to change his mind. He has gone too far on this road and fallen too deep, so much so that he is somewhat demonic. "I was stunned." Tang Ze summarized his feelings about his recent contact with Ruyue Fengshui, "For the sake of artistic creation, I accepted so many apprentices and caused so much trouble for myself, and I was forced to carry a heavy burden... I have to say that it’s time to cultivate the mind.”
“But you think this is also a suitable springboard, right?” Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head slightly at Tang Ze’s comment. .
"Yes, after all, he can actually be regarded as the kindest guy among the guys around him. Crazy is a crazy guy, and he has not harmed society." Tang Ze shrugged, "Through him Through this channel, we can obtain more high-value targets, and he can reduce worries and live in peace... Anyway, his house has been built and his wish has come true. This way I can be considered as sharing the teacher's worries, right? ”
Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at Tang Zeyan's confident expression with his peripheral vision, and shed a handful of tears of sympathy in his heart for Ruyue Fengshui.
Ruyue Fengshui, a disciple who is very worthy of training, on the surface is indeed not seeking his fame or rubbing off on his popularity, but the real plot is probably more than that. Seeing him, he is going to Becoming the Mouri Kogoro of the Japanese contemporary art world, the Phantom Thieves have an eye on related industries.
Looking back, he really wanted to say thank you to the Phantom Thieves. Thinking about it, the scene was really funny.
"What about the building? What the organization needs to blow up is just the computer room. In fact, if you don't deliberately expand the scope of damage, it won't destroy the entire high-rise building. You have to change it to the extent of completely blowing it up..." Zhu Fu Jingguang Thinking of this, I can't help but feel worried.
If a super-tall building with nearly a hundred floors really collapses or is destroyed due to an explosion, the damage caused will not only cover the building itself.
For specific information, please refer to the twin towers that were hit by airplanes. In addition to the people moving in the building itself, the surrounding neighborhoods, the spread of fire, the leakage of aviation oil, and the deflagration of building materials...
It plunged the entire surrounding area into a fire purgatory in an instant, and its destructiveness could not be summarized by a simple fire.
"No problem." Tangze spread his hands with a relaxed expression, "I will ask the 'experts' for advice. The location of the computer room is not short. Normal maintenance of such a tall building is almost impossible. If the computer room is blown up, this In fact, the building is almost paralyzed. Instead of letting it stick in that place like a nail, it is better to demolish it and solve the problem for the municipal department." "Expert?" I have gradually become accustomed to Tangze's statement. The style-conscious Zhu Fu Jingguang directly ignored those strange words and raised his eyebrows, curious about what he said, "I did hear that many countries are good at using explosions to demolish various buildings, and they can rely on the design mechanics analysis of detonation points, etc. Wait for the principle to complete the blast accurately without causing additional threats... But do Japan have such professionals now? "
"Dr. Ali actually knows a little bit about this, but that's not what I'm talking about here. Him." Tang Ze crossed his arms and the old god laughed, "That's right. You were still alive at that time and had no chance to hear the news. "
"Uh..." Zhufu Jingguang, who was lightly braking, choked a little when he heard the name and couldn't help but step on the brakes a little harder.
If he remembered correctly, this guy seemed to be an architect obsessed with blowing up his old works, and he was probably taken down by the Phantom Thieves himself...
Even when he was in jail and awaiting trial, Moritani Teiji was an absolute die-hard, a stubborn and old-fashioned old man.
It is extremely difficult to get his cooperation, even if Xiaozhi uses reason and emotion.
“It may be a bit difficult for you to get professional advice from him.” Zhu Fu Jingguang reminded tactfully, “Do you have any experience or skills in interrogation or extorting confessions? "
The meaning of his words is that it is difficult to get cooperation with conventional means. If Tangze really needs it, he can help a little.
Real punishment, you guys undercovers...
Tang Ze withdrew his subtle gaze from Zhu Fu Jingguang, turned his hands over, and pulled out a large piece of paper.
Taking advantage of the traffic light, Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly glanced at the things in his hand.
Although it is just a glimpse, looking at the lines on the paper and the scale of the paper, it is obviously an architectural blueprint.
"In case you don't know, let me tell you that the designer of the Twin Towers in Nishitama City is the apprentice of Teiji Moritani, and his philosophy is completely opposite to him." Karasawa said with ill intentions. Twice, he shook the thick roll of paper in his hand, as if brandishing some weapon, "No need for any torture skills, just spread this thing out in front of him, he will not sleep, and he will help us make bombs." Design work.”
(End of this chapter)