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"However, we were not cleaned up in one breath, which means they need our existence, and no matter which side they are, they need it very much. .t." Xu Qing slapped the pen on the table and said word by word: "Uncle Zhong's idea may be correct. We must take action... at least let those people know that the garbage we threw away was not used up. I don't have that good temper."

Gu Bin raised his head and looked at Xu Qing seriously, retorting: "It's too arbitrary. We don't have enough evidence to prove these relationships now. Such judgments can easily kill us!"

“Do we have time?”

Xu Qing frowned and sneered. He smoked a cigarette twice and only had a cigarette butt left. He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "Don't laugh at me if I say that. Just like this, I actually live a comfortable and happy life now. I am such a person. I can live with a nest."

The sunlight shone in from the window and fell on the ground through the glass window. The wisp of white mist that had not yet dissipated swayed in the sunlight twice, and then it was waved away by Xu Qing.

"I just want to live, who will provoke whom?" Xu Qing was stunned for a while and suddenly said something like this. Before he knew it, there were already many inexplicable words connected by straight lines on the paper. Gu Bin discovered for the first time that this man who has always liked to solve problems with violence is not worse than him in terms of his brain. His thinking pattern is very similar to Ding Zheng. He goes all the way to the end, and there is no drag on it. He said one is said one is said two is said two is said, there is no possibility of being less than fifty percent.

Although this model reasoning will be missing, it has an absolute advantage, that is, it can present the final result in the fastest way.

Gu Bin can’t see hope from this piece of paper, because no matter which path you go, it will be the word “death”.

After writing the sixth "death", Xu Qing rolled his eyes, tore the paper apart and threw it into the trash can, clapping his hands and said, "It's useless to think so much, just take a step."

...

In the **** room of the community, Zhao Yan held his hands and watched the security guard running the computer in a hurry. The expression on his face showed how impatient he was.

It’s not that I’m impatient with this matter, but that I’m impatient with the actions of this security brother. He has done some simple permission operations for most of the day, and he is still working on the process of applying for video calls with the above. God knows where so many twists and turns come from.

"Hey! Where do you get so much impatient!"

Zhang Liang couldn't stand it. Zhao Yan next to him was like a monkey, one on the left and one on the right. His reaction made the security guard who was already busy even more panicked, because in his subconscious, these people standing behind him were all "big bosses", and the younger the people behind him, the more scared they were. Often, the difficulty of these people was inversely proportional to their age.

Zhang Liang knocked Zhao Yan hard on the back of his head to calm him down. The latter reached out to block it and whispered: "Why can't I just go up and solve it in 3 minutes?"

"Boy, listen, this kind of thing is called a program. You have to leave at critical moments. You can't point to your hacking process at the headquarters all day long, right?"

“That’s easy.”

Zhao Yan gave the answer very honestly, but the result was that he was hit again in a very miserable way. Then he heard Zhang Liang say, "You have to follow some rules, are you really planning to take a shortcut for your whole life?"

Without waiting for Zhao Yan to answer, Zhang Liang said to himself: "If this can be created, it will not be impossible to live for a lifetime. The key is that it is too difficult."

"Probably." Zhao Yan didn't argue with Zhang Liang, and no longer spoke, staring at the computer next to him in a daze.

About 10 minutes later, the security guard finally finished the procedure and stood up with sweat on his head to greet Zhang Liang and the others, and then he let him go to the side.

Zhao Yan was pressed on the chair by Zhang Liang, and the screen in front of him was several clips of the ****.

"Can it be repaired?" Zhang Liang asked, "I am not familiar with this aspect. If it really doesn't work, I can take it back to the team and find someone to solve it."

Zhao Yan glanced at the security guard sideways, then handed Zhang Liang a questioning look. The latter nodded after thinking for two seconds, waved his hand to signal the security guard to go out, then pulled a stool and sat next to him.

After the whole room was closed, Zhao Yan immediately placed his hands on the keyboard, his fingers began to jump quickly, and after a few seconds, there were two light sounds. The camera responsible for the **** room stopped working, and the corresponding **** screen also turned off automatically.

He laughed: "I'm suffocating. You have to give me that ban. How long has it been since I touched the computer?"

Zhang Liang pulled the corner of his mouth: "If possible, I believe they will not allow you to contact all electrical appliances, and will tie you to the operating table. OK, let me see it."

"What did you know?" Zhao Yan looked at Zhang Liang with his eyes open.

Zhang Liang knocked hard on the back of his head: "What else can I pretend to be? Hurry up."

Zhao Yan curled his lips, took a deep breath, raised his fingers, and gently smashed the keyboard's Enter key.

The computer, which had obviously not entered any instructions before, suddenly started working on it on its own at this moment. A large number of program windows popped up, and a large number of detailed data streams were quickly passed by, and the initiator of all this only made one move.

Zhang Liang's ability in this regard is not worse than Zhao Yan. With the windows that popped out, he could see Zhao Yan's routine immediately and said in surprise: "What are you kidding, programming on the spot?" Before the last word "sequence" was finished, the screen suddenly paused, and then the screen on the screen shook twice, and then it returned to normal. All the things that had appeared before disappeared, leaving only the previous video windows.

"alright!"

In just a few seconds, Zhao Yan was sweating all over his head, soaking his entire clothes. However, not only did he look tired, but his face was filled with a refreshing expression. The expression was like an addicted boy who had lived in school for three years and suddenly returned home.

After witnessing all this, even with Zhang Liang's ability to accept it, he was a little overwhelmed. He opened his mouth and shook his head, and after a few seconds he finally spoke: "I can't believe, I can't understand, you can actually do this?"

"I don't know either. I just... gave an instruction, and then it." Zhao Yan pointed to the computer: "It targeted my instructions and gave me an answer, which is a very simple question-and-answer relationship."

Zhao Yan never made the words clear to Zhang Liang and others. People on the verge of innovation have always had no idea about the information in Zhao Yan's hands. The reason is very simple, that is, because of changes in his own body.

The impact of "edge" on the experimenter's body is extremely concerned about it, both the edge of innovation and the real front, but as for Zhao Yan himself, what is more important is the thing he got, that is, the old-fashioned U disk delivered to him.

Only he himself knows this matter. Perhaps people on the real front also understand it, but now they have lost the opportunity.

The manifestation of the "edge" mutation in Zhao Yan greatly shocked all the insiders on the edge of innovation. They had never seen anyone control these electronic devices like the "master". At the beginning, Zhao Yan accidentally discovered his ability to control ****. In order to cover up the truth of the data, he could only choose to expose his physical abnormalities.

In this way, the focus will deviate.

As the controller of his "destiny", the edge of innovation is generally believed that it was Zhao Yan's physical changes that led to the fact that people on the real front would value him so much, not because he had some more important secrets.

Even Zhang Liang's suspicion was eliminated by this situation.

Now, after watching Zhao Yan's "performance", he expressed his understanding of the practice of the real front. If such a person exists, it is indeed a very troublesome factor.

"Come on, see who is the person in this video?"

After a few words, Zhang Liang patted Zhao Yan on the shoulder and was about to see the scene in the repaired ****. Zhao Yan quickly opened it. The two of them had a vulgar posture, just like a young man watching a romantic action movie together in the dormitory.

These **** belong to the gate, elevator entrance and top floor of the building where Gu Bin and others lived.

Only the videos taken by these three **** cameras have traces of tampering.

First, there is a video of the gate, which lasts 5 minutes. The 3 minutes in the front is a very boring scene. The security guard who was in charge of guarding the gate sat there like a sculpture. Within 3 minutes, he only moved his neck, and then there was no specific action.

"Make yarn!"

The two of them said in unison, and then Zhao Yan dragged the progress bar impatiently, but before he could touch the mouse, the picture had changed.

A slightly blurred figure appeared in the picture, unable to see clearly, or even a little translucent.

The strange scene made both of them swallow. Then they saw the graceful woman touching the password next to her with her hands, and then easily pushed the door and walked in. The serious safety protection process did not show any abnormality.

"Damn it, is there a ghost?" Zhao Yan shrank back, Zhang Liang grabbed the mouse and clicked on the next video.

This section was taken at the elevator entrance, and there was a change at the beginning. The translucent female figure came over. She reached out to press the elevator, but then walked towards the stairs.

Zhang Liang frowned and pointed the last video.

This is a video of the rooftop entrance of the building. There was no change in the first four and a half minutes. However, just after four minutes and forty-five seconds, a figure appeared. Compared to the blurred images before, she was clearer here, and she could even see the patterns on her clothes.

She looked up and looked at the camera.

Zhang Liang stood up suddenly, reached out and grabbed Zhao Yan's shoulder, twisted him aside, not letting him see the man's face.

"Why is it her?" Zhang Liang had never been so scared. He only felt that every pore was about to suffocate. Until the end of the video, he could not calm down.

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