"Wow—" "Jump down, jump down!" "Fantastic!"
The video is twenty-eight seconds long and shakes very badly. For the first five seconds, it was just facing the empty building floor from the side, and then I saw two figures jumping down from the eighth floor next to each other. One of them fell directly like a cannonball, and the other smashed several layers of protection. The net and scaffolding rolled out more than ten meters after landing, and stood up staggeringly.
During this process, the photographer kept yelling and jogging with his mobile phone, until Wu Yu stood up and came outside the wire mesh of the industrial subway, and quickly zoomed in the camera—I don’t know what mobile phone he was using, From such a long distance, Wu Yu's blood and dust-covered face in the video screenshot is not blurred at all. As long as he sharpens it a little, it can even be called a high-definition picture.
Immediately, Wu Yu stumbled to the other side. The camera was blocked by the construction waste piled up by the barbed wire at the construction site. The photographer sighed regretfully: "Old iron double-click 666 Ha! Originality is not easy, give love..."
"Fuck you." Yan Yan cursed in a low voice and cut off the phone again.
The Information Technology Office of the Nancheng Branch was as bright as day. Lin Fang frowned and stared at his laptop monitor, which never left his body. He saw rows of densely refreshed fluorescent green text flashing on the dark black website page. Yan Yan took a breath to stabilize her emotions, leaned down on the edge of the desk with one hand, and frowned, "What does this mean?"
22:57PM [Name_Artist Country_PRC Status_Alive Pool Size_BTC5.46]
22:58PM [Name_Artist Country_PRC Status_Alive Pool Size_BTC6.18]
23:05PM [Name_Artist Country_PRC Status_Alive Pool Size_BTC7.56]
…
"The Assassination Market 2.0, the famous assassination market on the dark web." Lin Fang paused and said, "Accurately, it is a crowdfunding murder market."
Yan Yan was simply shocked: "This thing is still crowdfunded?!"
"Yes. The way this site is played is that the admin will put the assassin's name on the list, and all those who want him to die will put their bitcoins into the 'death pool' and make guesses about when the person died, death All winnings in the pool go to the user who guessed the best. - But you notice a paradox here, who can really predict when another person dies? Only the murderer himself. So the real use of this site In fact, it is recruiting killers, and every refresh you see, someone adds an extra chip to buy the artist's head."
Anonymous networks magnify the worst side of human nature. Killing people no longer need to spend a lot of money. Just one or two hundred dollars can become one of the murderers in the crowd.
Yan Yan's pupils tightened slightly, and she looked back suddenly.
Jiang Ting leaned back against the window and smoked without saying a word. Wu Yu sat on the large swivel chair next to him with his head down. The cigarette butts flickered between his drooping fingers. The corners of his eyebrows, his arms, his right thigh and his left ankle They were all wearing medical bandages, and they were wearing large white short-sleeved T-shirts with blood on the gauze at the neckline. The dark blue hoodies covered half of their cheeks, leaving only a small straight bridge of the nose, and the natural falling down. Silent lips.
"..." Yan Yan thought for a while and asked in a low voice, "Is there no way to buy the target out of this death pool?"
Lin Gang said: "Yes, you can pay a higher price to the website. But what's the point of that? If someone is willing to spend money to buy him to death, he only needs to mark a higher price than you to get it. When the painter is put back into the death pool, do you think the drug dealers in the Golden Triangle who have been lurked, destroyed, and destroyed by the painter in the Golden Triangle cannot afford the hundreds of thousands of dollars?"
"Then if I raise the price all at once to... "
"It's useless. When the artist is most valuable, the reward is as high as 108.2409 BTC." Lin Fang reluctantly interrupted Yan Yan and said, "You should be glad that the chips in the death pool are only a few hundred thousand, because the assassination market has now launched a New way to play. Once crowdfunding exceeds 100 BTC, they will…”
A cold premonition suddenly rose in Yan Yan's heart: "What will happen?"
Lin Fang opened his mouth to speak, but his expression was very complicated. At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Bu Chonghua, wrapped in the cold wind while calling on his mobile phone, walked in: "Okay, I know, immediately notify the nearby patrol police to ambush and locate, The police in the jurisdiction will come to take people. In addition, if there is news from the Internet Information Office, let me know at any time, and I will go to say hello to Song Bureau later... Okay, keep in touch at any time. "
"How is the detachment?" Lin Fang asked immediately.
"The photographer is a shooter nearby, the IP of the account has been found out, and the original video has been deleted. However, there are too many reposts on Weibo. At present, we can only say hello to the Cyberspace Administration of China to block keywords in batches, and manually remove the heat in the background. Search." Bu Chonghua put down the phone, his voice was calm and tense: "How are you doing here?"
"Fortunately, the rate of increase has slowed down, and now there are only less than 8 BTC. It may be because the batch blocking action of the Cyberspace Administration of China is relatively fast, and the spread of the video is not..."
Lin Fang refreshed at will, followed by a pause.
Bu Chonghua said sensitively, "What's wrong?"
"… "
The strange and inexplicable fluorescent light faintly reflected in Lin Fang's eyes, he seemed to be frozen, and even his pupils did not move.
Everyone's eyes fell on the laptop in front of him at the same time, and even Wu Yu raised his head. Bu Chonghua took two steps forward and stood on the other side of the desk, his voice so soft as if he was afraid of waking up from a nightmare: "What happened?"
"..." Lin Fang leaned back in his chair and smiled bitterly: "Don't you want to know what will happen if the death pool exceeds 100 BTC?"
Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked at the latest row of ghostly flickering numbers, only to see that the numbers had been renovated within five seconds just now, and the death pool was impressively displayed—BTC108.2409!
It's exactly the same as the top prize that the artist was rewarded with a year ago!
"You can see now."
The web page automatically opens a new window, and the template seems to be a popular chat room in the 1990s. In an instant, a dense row of anonymous users is added by the system, and the screen scrolls quickly for hundreds of lines; the next moment, the screen refresh stops, and the SysAdmin account Appeared, the group sent out a high-definition sharpened video screenshot—
On the construction site in the center of Jinhai, Wu Yu was dressed in a messy and embarrassed manner. He was half-kneeling beside a torn corpse, his eyebrows, eyes and facial features were clearly distinguishable.
[SysAdmin: Welcome everyone to todays auction]
[SysAdmin: Reserve price BTC108.2409]
[SysAdmin: ANY BID]
The chat room was silent.
"After this amount is exceeded, the system will automatically open a bidding field." Lin Gang looked at the display screen, each word was extremely slow and condensed: "The person with the highest bid can designate a killer to accept the bid, and can designate the time of death. Can... decide how the artist dies."
The office was terribly quiet. Although the lights were bright, the dark night outside the window seemed to flow into the room through the gap between the window and the door, flooding everyone's respiratory tract to the top.
Every word of Bu Chonghua seemed to be wrapped in cold air: "... There were less than 8 bitcoins just now, who raised the price to 108?!"
Lin Fang woke up like a dream, and immediately started to click on the page just now, and just glanced at it: "It's useless, anonymous, only the winner of the bid will announce the ID."
Jiang Ting stepped forward and leaned over the computer: "No one has bid yet."
Lin Gang said, "No one will bid again! The average price of buying a head on the dark web is only $10,000. How many times has this increased?!"
- The person who can afford this amount must be a big drug lord, and no one will bid against him again!
There are countless pairs of eyes staring at this square inch of the screen in the darkness, and the page is blank, as if an invisible string in the air is getting tighter and tighter, and the administrator account finally sends out a line of formulaic text—
[BTC108.2409 Calling Once]
[BTC108.2409 Calling Twice]
[BTC108.2409 Last Call—]
Last Call!
Bu Chonghua suddenly turned his head and met Wu Yu's gaze.
Wu Yu looked at him with a pale face. At that moment, he resembled the old photos that he left in the archives when he entered the detention center for thirteen years. Existence, all harm and fear never happened.
Bu Chonghua felt like he had been punched hard in his heart, and suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand to the keyboard in front of Lin Fang, but at this moment, the blank screen suddenly moved!
Anonymous buyers participate in the bidding, Bitcoin 200!
At that moment, the oxygen in everyone's lungs was instantly evacuated. Lin Fang's eyes turned black, his eardrums rumbled, and his heart almost stopped beating.
Yan Yan's voice sounded behind him: "Me."
Lin Fang: "..."
Wu Yu: "..."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Yan Yan took the mobile phone, turned his head to look at Wu Yu, and asked cautiously: "You will marry my cousin, right? The marriage law judicial interpretation Article 20 stipulates that the dowry should be refunded, do you know?"
"..." Wu Yu opened his mouth and said weakly, "Ah?"
Lin Gang experienced the ups and downs of roller coaster-like turmoil in just a few minutes, and drank a few sips of water, before barely suppressing the heartbeat in his throat: "You... You need to hand over the deposit to the website now, remember to indicate that you want to The painter bought it from the death pool, otherwise you will suddenly be upgraded to a VIP in the assassination market, and you will have to explain it to the inspection team when you come back..."
"Wait!" Bu Chonghua stared at the webpage: "It's not over yet!"
Anonymous buyers bid again!
There was a loud noise, and the bidding field that had been turbulent just now exploded like a frying pan, and the screen that refreshed quickly displayed the latest bid—Bitcoin 1000!
The bidding directly broke half a billion!
Lin Fang's saliva almost turned from his stomach to his throat, Jiang Ting's face changed instantly, Bu Zhonghua suddenly stood up, and Yan Yan blurted out a word on the spot: "Fuck!"
Wu Yu held down Yan Yu's phone and said, "No need to compete."
"but you… "
"Assassination Market's bidding volume is not that large, and the back-end system will have restrictions unless the bidder has administrative rights." Wu Yu's throat slid up and down, and said hoarsely: "The only person in this world who is willing to kill me at any cost is that one. Just one."
Yan Yan: "Who?"
"—me." Shark smiled at the display.
The extended off-road vehicle bumped forward on the dark mountain road, and there were no fingers in front of it, only the high beams cut into the night like two light knives. Shark closed the bidding arena page in desperation, picked up his mobile phone, opened it, and clicked into the video that had been repeated several times.
"Wow—" "Jump down, jump down!" "Fantastic!"…
"You once said that when you were invited to the Chinese border a year ago, the 'painter' lurked by your side as a buyer and got along for several days." Qin Chuan, who was in the front passenger seat, looked up from his phone. , glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "He must have been releasing information about your whereabouts to the police in those days. Why didn't you find anything wrong from the beginning to the end?"
"...I found it, but I couldn't find out who the undercover was." Shark said slowly, "and if you saw the artist at that time...you wouldn't think it was him."
The video on the mobile phone in the carriage was still playing. On the construction site, Wu Yu staggered up from the sky, gasping for breath, blood dripping from the brow bone to the bridge of his nose and the corner of his lips, and dripping from his fair chin. feet on the ground.
He is like a vine plant rising from hell, poking out of the cliff from the abyss, and blooming with enchanting flowers toward the sky.
…
"Hello, Mr. Phillip, I'm from Boss Hu, and I'm here to help you and your team cross the border." The young man was very white-skinned and black-haired. He spoke clearly, quickly, mildly and politely. Laughing, he took two quick steps and reached out to hold him tightly. The white shirt and black trousers perfectly outlined his sturdy figure, "In the next few days, I will protect your safety closely."
In the prison room of the border casino, the Burmese horse boy on the ground was beaten into a human shape, the young man's white shirt was loose two buttons, and the leather shoes were pressed down on the horse boy's face. Who let out Mr. Phillip's whereabouts at the casino, and what did you sneak out on the day you were on duty?"
Ma Zai snotted down his nose and tears, and let out a vague wailing from his mouth, struggling desperately to ask for mercy.
The young man lowered his crow's wing-like feathered eyelashes, and there seemed to be a little tender regret in his eyes, and then he suddenly exerted force under his feet, stepping on one of the horse's eyeballs in the screaming scream!
…
"Do you ask me later? Of course it is my luck to work for a boss like you." The young man put his elbows on the balcony railing and breathed a cigarette into the night sky. The bright starlight reflected in his smiling eyes: "But I was born in Shan State, and I've been living my entire life without the owner's food. If I accept your invitation and abandon the owner, wouldn't it be ungrateful?"
Shark closed his eyes in front of the video. At that moment, he seemed to see the scene imprinted in his memory countless times again—the floor-to-ceiling window on the sixteenth floor suddenly burst, and a figure wrapped in broken glass fell into the air, smashing several canopies, and the cold light flashed. Right in front of him; he was terrified at that moment, but when fear took over all his senses, there was a shudder of excitement that passed from the nerve endings to his brain.
Shark has been a bit idealistic since he founded the Mariana Trench. He knows that it is a sense of fate that "I finally waited for you", which was spontaneously generated because of extreme hostility.
"Although I think it's a little bit like you're spending money in your own bidding field from your left pocket to your right pocket... but you won." Qin Chuan stared at the phone screen, his tone was a bit difficult to say: "It's time for you to choose the killer to take the bid."
"Accept the bid?"
Qin Chuan turned his head in surprise, and saw that in the swaying carriage in the middle of the night, the shark leaned on the back seat and raised his eyebrows. on the eyes.
Then he pressed the start button and said to the camera like a spring breeze:
"It's been a year, painter, I hope you are all well."
Qin Chuan said almost silently, "Oh, fuck me!"
"When you see this video, you must have guessed who the bidder is. But don't worry, I don't want to appoint a killer to shoot you in the back or cut you into five pieces in some cruel and perverted way; I just I want to say hello to you in a friendly way."
The sky of the much-anticipated bidding field suddenly cut into the smiling face of the shark, followed by the homepage of The Assassination Market website, the dark wiki, and the Mariana Trench; the countless people living in the dark corners of the world stopped the mouse at the same time and stared at the computer. Big eyes.
In the Nancheng Branch Office, Wu Yu's eyes seemed to freeze under his hoodie, staring at the live video without moving.
"I'm really glad that you're still alive, and that the good show that belongs only to you and me hasn't ended yet."
One of the biggest bosses of the dark web, the famous North American drug lord, smiled and approached the camera, as if through the screen, he saw the eyes of the young man reflecting the starry sky again:
"Besides that, 'painter', there's a question I've always wanted to ask you—"
"If you put aside your duty and name as a police officer, if you put aside the so-called belief and loyalty, if you are still alone now; do you still dare to reappear and stand in front of me like you did back then?"