The website went out.
Just like the dark ghost fire in the wilderness, it comes silently and disappears with the wind when it goes.
Countless people who are spying on the dark web witnessed this moment together.
Some people think it's a network failure, some people think it's the government's sudden network restriction measures, and some people think it's a behind-the-scenes preparation for the next round of action. Everyone has a different understanding of the same phenomenon, so this actually major event is not There was no splash.
In the same way, the members of the organization who have been waiting for the next round of poisoning operations also thought that this was a normal adjustment and nothing unexpected.
The only one who reacted to it was the one who lost control of the site.
In the middle of the night, the lights of the beef noodle restaurant in the business district were still on.
Some office workers who work overtime all night are still eating, and their bosses are still busy.
There were three or four programmers in the store who had just gotten off work, waiting for the meal with a weak expression on their faces.
The boss was wearing an apron, as if the shop was full of friends, and he was cooking a pot of noodle soup with a happy face.
Beside him was a large pot of red oil still simmering on the coal stove, and the white noodle soup was bubbling, which complemented the emerald green onion at the bottom of the bowl.
The noodles floated up, and the boss quickly picked up the noodles, poured the soup base that had been boiled for a long time and a spoonful of red oil, and the movements were smooth and flowing, which was quite interesting.
He took off his apron, took a pair of chopsticks, and brought the noodle bowl to the guest's table.
The programmers whispered about yesterday's vote, exchanged opinions on the construction of the website, and incidentally mentioned the extinction of the darknet voting website.
The red oil that had been poured on the TV earlier had been wiped clean, but it was broken, so it was no longer lit, and only an incandescent light was silently lit in the store.
The old shopkeeper put away an empty bowl on the table, went back to the kitchen, put out the fire on the stove, and washed the bowl.
The process was very calm and there was no anger.
In the store, a few programmers will soon run out of noodles, and there is only a thin layer of soup base in the bowl.
The old shop owner put the bowl away, wiped his hands lightly with the handkerchief in his pocket, took out his mobile phone with the other hand, made a simple call, and walked towards the door.
"Let's get started," he said.
The voice sounded dimly in the dark night, and several programmers looked at the door subconsciously, and the rolling shutter that greeted them did suddenly descend.
The sound of steel rubbing suddenly sounded in the empty street, which made one's teeth sour and frightening. At the last moment when the iron gate landed, a mobile phone was thrown in.
The programmers rushed to the door in an instant, and there was a slight lock sound at the door.
Fear and the will to survive made them desperately bang on the iron door and shouted for help, but all their calls for help came to nothing.
On the ground beside them, a flash of light suddenly flashed on the phone screen.
Someone bent over to pick up the phone, but the time had come.
The timer in the beef noodle shop went to zero, and nearby residents heard a deafening explosion.
The fire soared into the sky, illuminating most of the night sky.
The entire shop was ablaze in flames.
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When Xing Cong connected to the detention center, the person had already returned to the command center from the Criminal Police Office.
The moment he saw the caller ID, he had a strong bad premonition in his heart.
He answered the phone, and the officer on the other end reported to him what happened in the interrogation room.
After that, Xing Conglian couldn't hear the content clearly. He felt as if he had sunk into the bottom of the water. The police officer's voice came from the water, with a hollow and vague echo.
Thirty seconds later, he hung up the phone and immediately began to rummage for the car keys. It was clearly in his hand, but it took him a long time to find out in his pocket.
The last sentence of the police officer kept echoing in his ears: Shen Lian had been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and Consultant Lin was with her.
Just because of these words, his limbs were cold, but his heartbeat was heavy and painful, and it was about to burst out of his throat.
He got into the cab and took a lot of will to tell himself that you can't drive in your current state.
So he held the key, stared at the bar in front of the parking lot, calmed down for a while, and reluctantly inserted the key into the hole.
Xing Conglian threw his mobile phone on the dashboard, put on a Bluetooth headset, dialed Lin Chen's phone number, and then stepped on the accelerator and slammed the steering wheel.
The car sprang out of the parking lot like an arrow from a string.
The street lights passed quickly, but the waiting sound in the earphones was consistent, Xing Conglian felt like he was about to crush the steering wheel.
Three minutes and forty seconds, the phone was hung up by three timeouts, and Xing Conglian stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
Just before he made the fourth call, the call was connected. Xing Conglian did not respond at the time, and immediately shouted: "Lin Chen."
However, he didn't hear Lin Chen's words, but the voice of the dynasty sounded: "Boss, can you come to the unfinished building, there are some things you must see."
The anxiety and tension in Dynasty's discourse was greater than his.
After a while, they said at the same time, "What happened."
Before he could answer, Wang Chaoqiang spoke first: "Boss, why is your voice so hoarse, what's wrong with Brother Achen?"
"Shen Lian committed suicide in the detention center, in front of Lin Chen."
Xing Conglian said this, only to realize that his voice sounded like a large piece of muddy water being scraped by a wiper, which was terrifyingly rough.
But what surprised him was not his voice, but the fact that the person on the other end of the phone fell silent, and the dynasty didn't even say the usual "fuck".
Xing Cong's heartbeat was also empty for a beat, and bad things would follow one after another, which has been the case since ancient times.
"Speak." He found his voice sounded even more hoarse.
"Boss, I know you're going to the hospital now." Dynasty said with difficulty, "but you can't go, we have some things in the dark web server controlled by Merlin, the action team sent some things to me, you... must Come see the boss."
After Wang Chao finished speaking, he hung up the phone quickly, without wasting a second, obviously in order to leave time for him and Lin Chen to call.
But the attitude is also very clear: boss, you have to come.
The signal lights in front changed, and Xing Conglian slammed on the brakes.
Just then, his cell phone rang again.
It happened to be a red light, and it was as red as blood in the night. Xing Cong even shuddered and looked down. It was a call back from Lin Chen's number.
If Lin Chen called back before the dynasty, he would continue to go to the hospital no matter the sky fell, but this was a secret arrangement.
He answered the phone, the red light turned green, he gritted his teeth and turned the steering wheel, turning around and driving in the opposite direction.
In this gap, there was a mess of chatter at the door of the hospital's operating room on the phone, but there was no Lin Chen's voice here, Xing Conglian was very sure.
"Hey... Captain Xing?" the other end asked tentatively
The voice was submissive, but it was particularly abrupt in the noisy background, and Xing Conglian's heart was cold.
"Where's Lin Chen?" He asked three words.
The call was picked up by another person.
Listening to the voice should be a leader of the detention center.
"The punishment team, right? I'm Chu Wei of the detention center."
Xing Conglian stared coldly at the road ahead without saying a word.
"The punishment team, I'm really embarrassed. Xiao Chen just reported it to you. It's all a problem during our guarding process. We didn't pay attention to sending things in..."
The other party wanted to say more, but Xing Conglian interrupted him: "Where's Lin Chen?"
"Consultant Lin, I was still there just now, but somehow I forgot my phone at the door of the operating room. I saw that the phone rang too many times, so I asked my colleague to pick it up."
"find him."
Xing Conglian was very calm and his voice was very shallow. Chu Wei heard it in his ears and felt that it was like a steel wire that was stretched to the extreme. Because it was shallow and thin, he killed people, which was much more agile than a gun.
"I, I got it..."
Chu Wei was still talking to others, but after hearing Xing Conglian's request, he subconsciously screened the people at the door of the operating room. He remembered that Lin Chen was still here just now, but why did he suddenly disappear
The door of the operating room was getting more and more crowded, and various departments sent some people over, as well as experts from higher-level hospitals. Chu Wei struggled to squeeze out of the crowd, and only then did he realize that he could go through the surveillance video.
He sent to the stairs, and at this moment, a cold figure slowly came out of the toilet at the end of the corridor.
That is Lin Chen.
Chu Wei breathed a sigh of relief and rushed over, trying to hand over the phone to Lin Chen.
But when he ran in front of Lin Chen, he suddenly stopped the car, because the eyes he slowly raised were not like what a human being can have.
Dark and numb, like a place covered in the shadow of death.
He opened his mouth, and his first reaction was that no matter what he said, Lin Chen couldn't hear him.
"Find a bluetooth headset behind him, hang the phone on his ear, and use a power bank if the phone is out of power, and put it in his pocket together."
The phone did not hang up, Xing Conglian was on the scene and calmly ordered him.
At this moment, Lin Chen seemed to have sensed it, he glanced at him, his eyes fluctuated a little, and then he slowly extended his hand to him.
Chu Wei breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to hand the phone back.
But Xing Conglian insisted: "Do as I say."
Chu Wei hurriedly equipped Consultant Lin with a "suit" according to Xing Conglian's statement.
During this process, Lin Chen was like a marionette, sitting on the chair at the door of the toilet, letting him play with it.
Only then did Chu Wei break out in a cold sweat. He had no doubt that if he gave Lin Chen the phone just now, it would definitely fall directly from Lin Chen's hand.
Xing Conglian galloped in the dark city road.
He listened to the sound of earphones and auricle rubbing, Lin Chen's breathing sound, and Chu Wei's voice calling Lin Chen, his heart felt like a knife.
There were only a few breathing intervals, but Xing Conglian felt that the time was unbearable.
Finally, when Chu Wei left, he tentatively called out "Baby".
"I did it wrong."
Lin Chen answered him like this.