The rain was still falling, rolling over the eaves, sliding over the street lights, and a drop hit the back of Li Xuan's hand. It turns out that summer rain can also be cool and refreshing. Li Xuan searched for the keywords of Sheng Min plus fracture, and sure enough, a bunch of dense news popped up, and the excuses were all the same: he fell while practicing dancing.
The most recent one is a blog post, which was published two days ago. Judging from the avatar and ID, it seems that he is a fan of Sheng Min.
"Ever since my baby fell and got hurt, she hasn't had any public performances anymore. What kind of dance did she practice at that time? My baby can no longer dance!", @Sheng Min, followed by a bunch of crying emojis and a video of Sheng Min dancing when she was a trainee.
I clicked on the comments and saw some people chimed in. But one of the comments at the end said, "What about falling and getting hurt? Those are all excuses! You don't want to dance? Do you really think you have good acting skills? Just say it if you look down on idols! They just played supporting roles for so many years and participated in talent shows to get a debut spot! He was the first one in the group to get a role, and the group disbanded so quickly, and he deserves some credit. He's both a role and a failure! Poor my son, he wanted to perform well on stage, but was dragged down by teammates like this."
Then they started arguing, which lasted for more than a hundred floors, from presenting evidence one by one to greeting the other party's relatives and friends.
The fluorescent light from the phone screen hurt his eyes, so he looked at it for a while and then turned it off.
It was just over a year ago. Li Xuan thought, what was he doing over a year ago? He had just taken over the Internet cafe, was taking classes, taking on various outsourcing projects, writing code, and dealing with Li Mingge and Shu Xin like a torture.
I have done a lot of things and met a lot of people, but Sheng Min is not among them.
If it could be earlier, if he could have known Sheng Min earlier, if Sheng Min could have known him earlier... There is no if, and there will never be one. Time is the cruelest thing.
"Brother." He had been standing there for too long. Yang Xu called him anxiously from behind, "Don't think about it. Don't be sad. It's all my fault. If only I hadn't fallen asleep that day..."
"Stop howling. Wait a moment." Li Xuan pinched the bridge of his nose, returned to his desk, sat down and turned on his computer, "Let me be quiet and do something."
Yang Xu fell asleep while waiting and was woken up by Li Xuan.
"Do you have Qin Zhengchen's contact information?" His eyes were red and he looked tired.
"There is WeChat." Yang Xu said righteously, "I blocked him a long time ago."
"What's the phone number?"
"have."
"Give me."
Li Xuan used the computer to call Qin Zhengchen's number, making sure he was awake. After he answered, he played a mechanical audio clip of a store selling something, making it look like a harassing call. After just two sentences, Qin Zhengchen hung up.
Then I sent another message, which was also processed. When the other party received it, the sender would be shown as a certain bank, and the content was that he had received a fund transfer on a certain bank card. Because the amount was too large, he needed to log in to the online bank and perform face recognition verification. The jump link to the online bank is attached below.
"Brother, is this really the bank link?"
Yang Xu looked at the computer screen curiously.
"Don't order." Li Xuan said.
"Oh oh." Yang Xu withdrew his hand embarrassedly and asked again what it was.
It was just a fake page made by Li Xuan. When you click on it, a software will be quietly implanted in your phone. Li Xuan did not answer. Yang Xu looked at him nervously and asked, "Does Qin Zhengchen know how to click?"
The initiative was not in their hands at all, and Yang Xu knew it was a foolish thing to ask. But Li Xuan said softly but confidently, and casually clicked on a software that had no other icons on the desktop: "Yes."
He looked really tired, his eyes were bloodshot and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Brother, you should get some sleep." Yang Xu didn't understand what he was doing, and didn't dare to ask, so she just advised him to rest, "Are you going back later? I'll take you there."
"I'm going back." Li Xuan propped his forehead with his hand, closed his eyes tiredly, and did not move. Yang Xu thought he was asleep, but two or three minutes later, the computer suddenly beeped, and a device code appeared on the empty software interface. Li Xuan opened his eyes almost instantly and sat up straight again.
"You can go back first. If you can't get up tomorrow, you don't have to go to the scene. I'll give you a day off." He pinched his fingers, and the joints cracked. His face still didn't look good, but his eyes were like cold stars. It seemed that just this short rest was enough for him to recover his energy.
"Brother, I'm not tired nor sleepy." Yang Xu said as he wanted to yawn but managed to hold it back.
"Even if you're not tired, go back first." Li Xuan said, without much extra expression on his face. He just stared at the screen, his fingers flying up and down. "Don't worry about me. I need to be alone for a while."
There were many windows on the computer screen, and commands were running line by line. Li Xuan turned off the lights and held a cigarette between his fingers. The darkness allowed him to stay calm and focused. Only the dim light from the screen illuminated his face. Cracking a mobile phone was not a difficult task for him, but remotely controlling and retrieving the other party's data without being discovered was not something that simple software could do. Writing one from scratch would take him at least two days.
Fortunately, Qi Boyuan has a similar story - his rebellious period in high school lasted too long, and in addition to hacking into the school system, he also did a lot of weird things.
Li Xuan asked him for it. He modified a few functions temporarily. Every profession has its own expertise. In fact, he always thought that hacking technology was not his forte and never spent too much energy on it, but judging from the results, it worked well.
The host was running, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight buzzing sound, like the flapping of bee wings. All the information on Qin Zhengchen's phone was retrieved.
Fortunately, Li Xuan found what he wanted in the encrypted photo album.
The rain has stopped and the night is coming to an end.
Li Xuan deleted all traces of phone calls and text messages, and uninstalled the software remotely, leaving only a location plug-in. Qi Boyuan was always very careful, so he processed it again to ensure that it would not be detected.
After doing all this, he took the cup and drank a sip of water. The water Yang Xu had poured for him before leaving had long gone cold. He drank the whole glass of water, smoked two cigarettes, and half leaned back in the chair. But after a while, Li Xuan sat up again. He slowly lowered his fingertips and touched his ankles.
Is the regrown ankle the same as before? What kind of sound does it make when it breaks? Can it be restored? Or is it like broken porcelain, with the marks of the break left forever
Sheng Min's skin was very white, and when the sun was bright, it looked almost transparent from a distance. But even so, Li Xuan could not see through the skin to the bones, and could not tell whether it was covered with cracks.
He withdrew his hand, took a breath, and slowly exhaled. Then he took out a spare card from the first drawer of his desk, replaced it with his new card, opened the voice-changing software, and dialed a number.
No one answered, so Li Xuan hung up and called again. On the third try, the call was finally connected.
It was very noisy on the other side; the clattering sound of shuffling cards almost drowned out the human voices.
"Keep your voices down. I'm on the phone and you can't see me." A burly man's voice sounded, and he shouted impatiently into the receiver, "Who is it?"
Li Xuan's Adam's apple moved, but he didn't speak immediately.
"Speak up! Are you sick? You can't even open your mouth to call your grandpa..." The hoarse voice showed no patience and was about to hang up after cursing.
"Skinny monkey." Li Xuan called him by his nickname.
"Who the hell are you? Why are you yelling..."
"Don't you remember me?" Li Xuan sneered, "Have your ribs grown?"
"You..." The man called Skinny Monkey was stunned, as if he was too surprised. After a long while, he spoke again, still full of disbelief, "Shen Nineteen?"