January 24, 2086, Thursday, the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Lu Zhengkang's expected task failed as expected, and during the long winter vacation, he only had homework to keep him company. He planned to disturb his great-grandfather in a few days, but during this period he still inevitably fell into a state of boredom. He was the only one at home.
My brother and my parents are all busy at work.
The phone vibrated, and in Lu Zhengkang's Bluetooth headset, the smart operating system prompted that there was a new email. Lu Zhengkang turned over in bed and turned on the phone.
8:30 "Zhang Yingxuan: I found a USB flash drive, do you want to take a look at it together?"
8:31 "Su Xiangli: OK, where should we go?"
8:31 "Lu Zhengkang: Let's find a study room. I'm just idle. I'm just bored."
8:31 "Su Xiangli: You didn't send an email to Qiu Qiongzhu, did you?"
8:32 "Lu Zhengkang: No, I just sent it to you. Choose the study room closer to Su Xiang's home. I happen to be outside and will be there soon."
8:32 "Zhang Yingxuan: I just sent it to you. The content is the same. I feel tired chatting like this. I look forward to meeting you soon. Let's have an interview. How about we start a projection?"
8:32 "Su Xiangli: Goodbye, I haven't gotten up yet."
8:33 "Zhang Yingxuan: Remember not to bring a robot."
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Su Xiangli: "Quick, quick, let's perform another one! Another one!"
Lu Zhengkang: "Goodbye..."
Zhang Yingxuan (looking forward to it): "Let's have one!"
Lu Zhengkang (sighing sadly): "Today I am crying like a panda. I don't curse, I just shed tears."
Su Xiangli, Zhang Yingxuan:
Three children are now in a quiet study room. This kind of place is very popular and can be found everywhere on the street. Generally speaking, it is an independent private room for study groups of four to twenty people to communicate. The layout of each family is different.
, but there is no shortage of tables, chairs, and computers. The mid-range study room chosen by Lu Zhengkang and the others charges 70 yuan an hour.
The USB drive Zhang Yingxuan found contained many strange files, which were completely original to the Internet at the beginning of the century. Because they checked it after disconnecting from the Internet, the contents were still complete.
Su Xiangli and Zhang Yingxuan were dumbfounded by the pile of emoticons.
"The Internet was so...so lively back then." Su Xiangli smacked his lips, "But there was a lot of spam."
Zhang Yingxuan crossed his arms and said, "My father said that the Internet environment used to be very barbaric, but now it is very standardized."
Lu Zhengkang pursed his lips, "Let's take a look at the video files."
The owner of this USB flash drive should be a technology geek from the early 20th century. There are a bunch of instructional videos in the video, as well as many ghost works.
Lu Zhengkang picked a copy of "Joker (Wang Baoqiang Edition)" and opened it. The more he looked at the content, the more familiar it seemed, as if he had seen it before.
Su Xiangli pondered, "This seems to be a lot of movie clips edited into it. Is the background audio some kind of movie trailer?"
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Yes, the audio sample is taken from the movie "Joker" released in 2019. The image is from a movie by Wang Baoqiang, a veteran actor."
"You know a lot."
Lu Zhengkang smiled, and after the video finished playing, he changed the playback, "Let's watch this one, "Killing That Man from Majiapu"."
At the beginning of the video, when the prelude came out, Su Xiangli shouted, "I know this song "Kill That Shijiazhuang Man"!"
"Yes." Lu Zhengkang was curious. This kind of video was really popular at the time, but now you can't see it anymore. The audio in the video is Wan Qing's song, but the image is taken from "Ma Dashuai".
It's really reasonable, the content and the music perfectly match, and it's a very good mixed-editing work.
The three children looked nervously through the somewhat damaged USB disk. In that era when the Internet was in its ascendant, Su Xiangli and Zhang Yingxuan were amazed, while Lu Zhengkang was extremely emotional.
The three of them looked at it for a long time, but there was not much content, but there were a lot of folders. In addition to various documents, they were songs and videos about mourning. Finally, they found an encrypted file called: Sakura pee's personal collection time capsule.
Su Xiangli let out a small scream, "I really want to see it!"
Zhang Yingxuan hesitated, "Why don't we do this? This is personal at first glance..."
Su Xiangli: "Weren't we looking at privacy before?"
"It makes sense!" Zhang Yingxuan clapped his hands, "But none of us can crack the code."
Lu Zhengkang: "...Don't look at me, I can model. It doesn't mean that I will become a hacker after learning computers for two days!"
Su Xiangli: "So you don't know everything."
Lu Zhengkang's eyes widened, his face flushed, and he muttered, "Tong Yan Wu Ji, Tong Yan Wu Ji..."
Zhang Yingxuan: "It turns out..."
Lu Zhengkang covered his mouth and said, "Okay, stop talking."
"Although we don't have the conditions to crack the password, we can reason about it. Ahem, Xuanxuan, where did you find this USB flash drive?"
"In the storage room at home, among a pile of toys."
"Oh..." Lu Zhengkang looked like he suddenly realized something.
Su Xiangli was curious, "Do you have any clues?"
"Not at all."
"Cut" x2
The three little ones thought about it for a while, and the USB flash drive finally turned into a childhood mystery. They cleared the playback records on the computer and left the private room.
It's noon now, lunch time.
Lu Zhengkang: "I'm a little hungry. Should we go home to eat, or should we find a restaurant?"
Zhang Yingxuan took out his mobile phone and said, "The nearest restaurant is one kilometer away."
Su Xiangli: "So why don't we have dinner in the study room?"
A meal in the restaurant only cost ten yuan per person. If they went back to the study room to eat those dry simple meals, the average price would be twenty or thirty yuan. Although they were not short of money, they still decided to take the bus to the restaurant.
Lu Zhengkang suddenly sighed: "I still remember that I also passed this road when I went for a picnic."
Su Xiangli: "I wonder how Qiu Qiongzhu is doing. She hasn't contacted us for a long time. Has she forgotten us?"
Zhang Yingxuan's tone was low, "It's normal. After all, it's been three years. We haven't seen her for so long. Maybe I can't even remember her face. Do you still remember what she looks like?"
Lu Zhengkang: "She likes to wear dresses and watch "Cyber ​​Love"."
"What else?" Su Xiangli cried slightly, "We seem to have really forgotten her. Lu Zhengkang, Zhang Yingxuan, if we are not in the same school in the future, will we still keep in touch?"
Zhang Yingxuan rubbed her hands nervously, "Can we send her an email now?"
"What if she doesn't come back?"
Lu Zhengkang: "Anyway, let's give it a try." He opened his mailbox. The last time he sent a message to Qiu Qiongzhu was last Christmas, and she didn't reply.
12:24 "Lu Zhengkang: Qiu Qiongzhu, long time no see. How are you doing there?"
Zhang Yingxuan and Su Xiangli looked at Lu Zhengkang expectantly.
The bus has arrived.
Chapter completed!