【07:40:21】

As soon as Wang Ze took off his somewhat bulky perception helmet, the door of the house was directly knocked open.

There were crowds of people, and He Qiu rushed up and surrounded Wang Ze.

"How is it! Lao Wang! How are you in good health!"

Wang Ze spread his hands and shrugged: "Why are you doing so nervous? You haven't lost any meat? Is there any other more convenient way to log in to your Liming Street account?"

"It's now, why do you 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 breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Ze shook his head, thought for a moment, and explained:

"The other party only appeared for a few seconds, leaving me a little something. I was the murderer I saw on the personal interface. What about the network data? Is there any abnormality?"

"Well, Mr. Wang... we still haven't found any signs of the server being invaded."

A response came from the door, a male voice, and you could hear a little nervousness.

Several old police officers tactfully let the tunnel open, revealing the fat middle-aged man wearing a white windbreaker.

His short hair was a little haggard and his expression was full of fatigue. His heavy dark circles indicated that he had been seriously lacking in sleep recently.

The man was stunned for a few seconds before he realized, and quickly moved forward and said in a quick voice:

"Because Mr. Wang reminded us in time that we detected a traffic wave at the police gateway!

"This is very critical 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... the speed at which the other party erases data traces is far beyond our imagination..."

The more he talked, the less confident he became.

Wang Ze nodded calmly: "Your surname?"

"Hello, Mr. Wang!"

The man leaned forward, and a pair of chubby and greasy big hands held Wang Ze's right hand that was stretched out.

"I am a technician at Weixing Black Box Research Institute. I'm a surname Zhao and Zhao Dafu! If you have any technical questions, you can ask me directly! Thanks to you who discovered the loophole in surveillance, otherwise we will definitely still be a headless fly now!"

After a pause, Zhao Dafu's fat face showed a bitter smile:

"Of course, we are at a disadvantage now, and there may be some technical problems that I can't answer for the time being."

This sentence made Wang Ze feel a little favorable.

Compared to 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 Dawn Street? I want to open the profile page."

Zhao Dafu immediately replied: "If it weren't for entering the game world through Dawn Street, there were many options. I didn't develop many UIs, and all types of network access terminals can be logged in.

"The main role of Dawn Street for users is 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, opened the projection, searched for Liming Street, and soon found the account login interface.

Quickly enter the account password, and after biometric identification, Wang Ze opened his personal panel.

The dark red countdown jumped out, right in the middle of the personal panel.

07:36:58

07:36:57

07:36:56

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A needle fell in the room and He Qiu stared at the countdown that was constantly beating, and many young police officers stood up.

Wang Ze briefly introduced: "The murderer is left behind."

Zhao Dafu looked closer and observed with a serious look, turned his head away without warning, and then took out the room and went out of the network terminal and muttered.

After a few seconds, the entire corridor was filled with his roar:

"Lock the personal information server! Look at the data! There are definitely abnormalities in the data!"

"Take my computer over! Hurry! I'll go to the elevator to pick it up!"

"This dog-daughter is provoking!"

Wang Ze opened his mouth, his expression a little confused.

Oh, wonderful vulgar words.

...

Ten minutes later, the lower floor of the police building;

A ‘Dispatch Center’ with several giant screens hanging.

A group of men and women in white coats were surrounding Wang Ze’s projection screen. There were messy lines on their periphery and various instruments gathered.

In a remote corner, Wang Ze was holding a cup of hot tea, his forehead and two sensors on his arms, and was undergoing examinations by several medical staff.

The dispatch center, which covers an area of ​​more than 200 square meters, is not only the relevant case handlers of the Leon Street murder case, but also the command systems of several other operation teams are also working collectively here.

When Wang Ze arrived at his mother star, He Qiu was receiving it. This was also the first time he faced the police's case handling force.

Seeing the mature, calm, sunny and energetic figures everywhere, all handling the affairs at hand in an orderly manner, Wang Ze inexplicably became more motivated.

These medical staff tried to explain to Wang Ze.

Wang Ze knew every word they said, but when they were combined together, they became... a kind of heavenly book.

Fortunately, an old doctor saw Wang Ze's confusion and briefly summarized:

"Mr. Wang doesn't have to worry. There is no problem with his physical and mental state. He just needs to pay attention to rest and not let himself be too tired."

"Thank you," Wang Ze responded politely, and then turned his eyes to his cell phone in the distance.

The countdown continues.

Deputy Director Gong Tianzheng also appeared in the corner with several old police officers, discussing something in a low voice.

"Mr. Wang!"

Zhao Dafu walked quickly from the side, his forehead covered in sweat.

"We have now confirmed that this is just a simple timing that has locked the string written to the code by the other party.

"I can't imagine how he did it, our defense system is just like air.

"However, you don't have to worry about the murderer jeopardizing your body through this countdown. Everyone agreed that... As long as you don't contact the Internet next, you won't give him an opportunity to take advantage of it."

"The murderer's target is not me."

Wang Ze carefully recalled the two seconds when he looked at the ghost and explained:

"According to my current understanding, the murderer should be telling me that he will take action again when the countdown is over.

"He gave a time limit. If I can't solve Wen Quan's case in this time limit, then I can't stop him from continuing to take action."

"Is that true?" Zhao Dafu frowned and pursed his lips, "Then, what should we do now?"

"Investigation, evidence collection, reasoning, and locking in the real murderer."

Wang Ze rubbed his fingers between his eyebrows, and inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable in his breathing and his voice became much deeper:

"Director Zhao, I want to get a definite answer. Is the technical department of your company really unable to stop the murderer from appearing these two times?"

"It takes time," Zhao Dafu looked very embarrassed, "I even doubt it now..."

Wang Ze directly asked: "Have your company's server data confirmed that it has not been tampered with?"

Zhao Dafu was about to nod, but his movements became a little slow. He pondered for a few times without answering, and he didn't dare to look directly into Wang Ze's eyes.

“That is, you can’t guarantee it.”

A look of disappointment appeared in Wang Ze's eyes, and his mood became a little irritable.

He doesn't understand it very well. If it can't be done, he will just say it can't be done. Why do you waste your time so sluggishly? Can't you invite some technical experts to come as soon as possible?

Zhao Dafu wanted to say something several times, but his face always felt powerless.

Only industry insiders like him who understand technology can truly experience the horror of that ghost.

Even Zhao Dafu had an illusion that they had suffered a dimensionality reduction blow, and the other party's technical means were ahead of them one or even several eras.

The atmosphere in the corner became a bit dull.

He Qiu was arguing with several old police officers about something, his neck was thick and red, and his expression was solemn.

Researchers around the countdown of cell phone projection projects were discussed in groups about the possible methods the murderer might use when he appeared.

Several police officers projected the map of the city in the corner, trying to study the murderer's next movement, but they couldn't find any clue.

Wang Ze sat in the chair with his forehead in his arms, his irritability slowly calmed down, and he was forcing himself to calm down.

The countdown continues to swallow the numbers of seconds and gradually erode the division.
To be continued...