"Only one party is right, maybe it was her disappearance in Japan, or maybe it was her reappearance here - Miss Yan, should your wireless tracking personnel upgrade their search systems?"
Yan Xun smiled: "If it weren't an extremely weird incident, I wouldn't have to inform you. The focus of the contradiction is that the two detection reports were all conducted on the same exploration line, and the data came from the same Asia Pacific orbiter.
Kings' model communication satellite, and the data was also analyzed by the same 'Night Saviour' supercomputer unit, and even the same group of staff recorded the report. Therefore, the Pentagon has now reached such a conclusion, and there was no report in the two reports.
Wrong, for some unknown reason, 'Silver Dandelion' made a mysterious change of location and entered the Sichuan-Tibet border from Hokkaido in mainland China. The signal is constant, showing that she is in good physical condition and has no signs of illness, injury or being imprisoned by external forces.
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I frowned: "Is it time and space transfer?"
Those brain chips that cannot be removed for life are powered by the blood circulation of spies. Once a person's physical condition changes, the signal strength reflected to the search system will definitely change significantly. If Reese is stuck in
If the feedback signals from the two places are approximately the same, it can be proved that she has been in a natural state of survival.
Yan Xun's laughter obviously increased: "Your view is basically the same as the research report submitted by Chief Allenson of Area 51. His theoretical basis is the 'Earth Plate Drift Theory' - the construction process of the earth's crust.
A large number of sealed vacuum channels are formed in it. Once a human being falls into it under a certain special state, the body will be quickly transported to the other end of the channel in a state that exceeds physical mechanics..."
I coughed and interrupted her: "Well, did Chief Alanson indicate at the end of the report that the above theory came from a recent graduate of a prestigious Italian school? If not, please complain to the Minister of Defense that he plagiarized it.
Graduation thesis in the style of Chinese-American students.”
Those theories were one of my research projects in college, and they received unanimously excellent comments from four tutors in the graduation exam.
"Chief Allenson is a meticulous person with a meticulous work attitude. Of course he will mark the source of the information. Therefore, I decided to pass this news to you. It may be of some help in searching for Su Lun." Yanxun began to become worried. After all, she was related to
Su Lun and Xiao Ke are cold and affectionate sisters. If anyone has an accident, she will be worried.
I quickly grasped the focus of the question: "Ms. Yan, is there any report on the mysterious incident of China's 'Ladder to Heaven' in the 17th database in Area 51? Also, four of them all the way to the fourth
4. These databases store clues closely related to China’s Qin Shihuang. Can you give me a privileged access to the Internet?”
Yan Xun categorically refused: "No, that is a top secret belonging to the United States of America. Even if the president wants to open a certain part of it, he must first get permission from Congress, let alone an outsider like you, absolutely not. Time is up.
We are about to arrive, I hope you can find Su Lun smoothly. Of course, Xiaoyan will spare no effort to help, right? Goodbye."
She smiled meaningfully, and the call was immediately disconnected, leaving only a busy tone of "beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep."
Mentioning the issue of the database was just a test on my part. If this phone call had the official intention of the Pentagon, senior officials would definitely give me some kind of privilege and treat me as one of their own. Now I was categorically rejected by Yan Xun.
Rejection at least proves that our actions are still free and not under high-altitude surveillance by the Americans.
Xiaoyan has her own things to do. Now I just hope that the little red ghost will arrive at the camp early and break into the data system of Area 51 through the Internet. The mysterious area built by the Americans is not only to study strange events in North America, but
It covers more than 20 countries around the world where aliens frequently appear, including mainland China.
"Huh?" My eyes suddenly lit up, "Region No. 51 spent a lot of manpower and material resources to collect clues related to Qin Shihuang. Doesn't it prove from another aspect that aliens frequently visited the Qin Dynasty's territory in that era? It also proves that there were aliens in that era.
That is to say, most of the research topics of Chinese historians and archaeologists have deviated far from the main purpose. They are just doing archeology honestly and trying to reconstruct that period of history based on the existing unearthed cultural relics. They have not included the aliens at all.
Factors are taken into consideration, which is why so many mysteries are created——"
After sleeping for most of the day, my thinking ability finally returned to normal levels, and every time I had a flash of inspiration, new and wonderful ideas would appear.
I hurried out of the tent and wanted to tell Gu Qingcheng these ideas.
Directly to the north, a pillar of light suddenly appeared, and accompanied by the roar of the exhaust pipe of an off-road motorcycle, there was an endless "click-click" sound similar to shooting.
The searchlight immediately swept northward, and under the illumination of four powerful light beams, a man wearing a red helmet and a red competition suit straddled a Mitsubishi off-road motorcycle and rushed over quickly.
The mobile sentries acted as if they were facing a formidable enemy, with their guns pointed at the uninvited guest.
After the car drove into the camp, the driver turned off the engine, took off his helmet, and shot his cold eyes directly at me: "Wind?"
I opened my arms to greet him: "The greatest hacker in China, the little red devil?"
With Xiaoyan here, other hackers need to be careful when they are given titles starting with the word "most", so as not to be suspected of being unworthy of the name. Only Xiaoyan is worthy of any glorious nickname.
The red kid abandoned his motorcycle and paid no attention to the long and short firearms around him. He took off the huge travel bag behind his back and sighed: "No wonder Xiaoyan said that being famous is not as good as meeting each other. I have heard others say how great you are, and you are so praised.
Words are thrown around everywhere, but now it seems that you are more charismatic than anyone said. Okay, from now on, I will listen to you, wherever you point, and hit wherever you want, how about it? "
His pair of thick black eyebrows, like brushes, hang strangely above his eye sockets, giving people an extremely ridiculous look. He is thin and small, probably less than 1.60 meters. It really makes people wonder whether that big backpack can carry
His frame is crushed.
I stretched out my hand to him: "Welcome, and thank you for coming to help."
The weird appearance of hackers is probably directly proportional to their technical level. When Xiaoyan appeared in front of me for the first time, she was full of swear words and complaints. The red kid was closer to a normal person than Xiaoyan.
He also stretched out his hand and held it with me. It was soft and delicate, like a girl's hand.
The beam of searchlight hit the two of us, like a close-up in a stage play.
"Feng, ask them to move those bird lights, otherwise I won't be polite, and everyone's light bulb money will be wasted-" The red kid sneered with his shoulders tilted, while glaring at the nearest swimming sentry.
, "Hey, what are you looking at? Have you never seen such a handsome super hacker?"
His lips are very red and his teeth are very white, which is much more pleasing to the eye than having straight eyebrows and small eyes.
Gu Qingcheng stood in the shadow and waved his hand. The searchlight immediately moved away and the mobile sentry quickly dispersed.
"Let me introduce to you, this is the most famous hacker in mainland China, Miss Gu, Uncle Wei..."
The red kid looked up to the sky and shouted, "Hey, I'm here to work, not to attend a social gathering. Why do I know so many people?" He turned a blind eye to the hands extended by Gu Qingcheng and Uncle Wei.
Uncle Wei snorted coldly, but Gu Qingcheng still smiled gently: "I have admired you for a long time, I have admired you for a long time."
The red kid sneered, "Hey?"
"In the hacker war between China and the United States three years ago, a young master code-named 'One-Eyed Yama King' single-handedly destroyed the 'Iron Wall of Washington' that the American hackers had clung to for all their lives.
The famous saying 'We workers have the power' was written on it, and it became famous all over the world overnight. Is it one of your three masterpieces?" Gu Qingcheng was calm and leisurely, his eyes shining in the shadows.
She always carries with her the powerful power of "strike from behind" and makes her opponents surrender without realizing it, even the little red devil is no exception.
Since 1998, civilian hackers from China and the United States have held a three-week offensive and defensive battle every year, which has become a cruel event in the global hacker community. The results of previous competitions have always been a tug-of-war.
However, starting from 2003, when Xiaoyan came out, she became invincible. In the end, American hackers had to invite Canadians and Brazilians to entangle the top experts from North and South America in an attempt to maintain the dignity of Americans. However,
In the end it was still vulnerable.
In the electronic world of the Internet, even a hair level difference can cause a thousand-mile dike to collapse in an instant.
I know the name of "One-Eyed Yama", one of the countless stars that Xiaoyan has overshadowed.
The red kid smiled strangely again: "Hmph, have you seen my information?"
Gu Qingcheng smiled faintly and nodded in acquiescence.
"This time, we only talk about cooperation and don't reveal each other's background. Moreover, I am entrusted by Xiaoyan to come here for Feng's reputation. You don't have to pay me a penny, and you don't need to owe me any favors. The only condition is——
Don't mention my past, understand?" His little eyes radiated an indifferent light again, passing over Gu Qingcheng's and mine's faces.
"Yes, we are only talking about cooperation. In this territory, no one dares to offend you. You know this very well, right?" Gu Qingcheng raised his right hand, touched her forehead lightly, and slapped her.
Formal salute.
I have answers to all the riddles they played between them.
It is said in the hacker community that the little red kid has an extremely noble background. His parents, brother-in-law, sister, brother-in-law, aunts and uncles are all powerful and important people, and several of his most important relatives are from South and West Asia.
A powerful national leader.
In this environment, he developed an extremely arrogant and weird playboy style. Before meeting Xiaoyan, he claimed that the only person on earth he looked up to was Bill Gates; now, except for Xiaoyan, he will never
He will be convinced by anyone, including the presidents of several superpowers.
"So, I wish us a happy cooperation?" I raised my palm and hit his palm with a snap.
"Okay, let's start now. I want to see if Xiaoyan's most respected master has any unique ideas -" He dragged his travel bag and strode forward, and got into my tent without hesitation.
Gu Qingcheng frowned: "How did he know that was your tent?"
I smiled back: "It should be the intuition of a super hacker."
There was a vague worry on her face: "Feng, I feel more and more that our expedition is full of danger. If we kill people from the Tang Clan in Sichuan, I'm afraid there will be big trouble in the next step. There is one more thing.
, even after passing the tunnel, there are still Langu Flying Snakes ahead, I'm afraid it will take a lot of energy, do you have a more effective long-term plan?"
Kaku, who shot Tang Xiaogu, has been forced to rest under supervision. Uncle Wei is also worried that this "sniper god" who shoots without leaving any survivors will bring greater panic to the camp.
With her quality and training, she would never eavesdrop on my conversation with Yan Xun, so I briefly introduced my thoughts: "If all strange events are related to Qin Shihuang, I want to enter the world with the help of the little red devil."
The most relevant Qin Dynasty research database——"
"Area No. 51?" Her reaction was extremely sensitive, but then she crossed her fingers and sighed, "A very large part of the Americans' secret information only remains on the surface of logical analysis and cannot provide us with actual actions.
Necessary theoretical support. The most urgent task, in addition to passing through the tunnel, is to have a way to restrain the flying snake. Uncle Wei once said that you have a good relationship with a master of the Five Poison Sect on the way here. Is it possible?
Borrow that magical 'Blue Blood Luminous Toad' so that you can be prepared?"
Uncle Wei, like Uncle Wei, has tentacles everywhere. He probably had an eye on Feiying's team before entering the mountain, so he knew our initial actions very well.
The "Blue Blood Luminous Toad" is in the hands of He Jishang. If she puts in some effort to rob it, she can be more than 60% sure to get the treasure that can restrain the poisonous snake. However, she is a woman who deeply loves her eldest brother Yang Tian. In a certain
In name only, she is my sister-in-law, and I will never harm my own family in order to achieve my own goals.
I smiled and shook my head: "Uncle Wei thinks highly of me. We just met by chance."
Gu Qingcheng let out a long sigh of disappointment: "Well, I hope everything goes well tonight. From tomorrow on, we will continue to move forward."
I have never revealed the method of "traveling through the tunnel following the sound of the piano" to Gu Qingcheng. This is a very risky plan. If I make a mistake, I will be trapped forever until I die and be blown dry by the never-ending wind.
Gu Qingcheng nodded sadly and retreated to his tent. For the first time, we had the feeling of "not talking to each other".
The red kid placed six laptops in my tent, lay on the mattress, held a piece of black Cadbury Extra Rich chocolate, and chewed it.
"Feng, where are we going to get the information?" He turned over and the chocolate bits fell all over the bed.
I pulled a chair and sat down, and I could only shake my head secretly at his sloppiness.
"Well, it's... Area No. 51?" He frowned and stared straight at my face, with his cheeks stretched out by the chocolate to form a weird triangle.
"Can you see through my thoughts?" I was slightly surprised.
"Just a little bit - when you think hard about something, those strong desires will be expressed in your eyes. The top masters in the world will have a strong sixth sense. I believe you are the same.
, right?" He started chewing again, stretched out his left little finger with bright red nail polish, and tapped quickly and rhythmically on one of the computers.
There is an old Chinese saying that if you practice three hundred and sixty lines, you will be number one.
If you really want to become the "number one" in a certain industry, the most fundamental premise is to have more accurate foresight than others. When peers are still in the ignorant stage, the "number one" has already accomplished everything they want to seize, and they are the best, leaving only
Give other people some trivial details. This ability to act upon the wind and predict the future is, in the final analysis, the "sixth sense" highly praised by psychologists.
Will getting closer to the clues related to Qin Shihuang help to rescue Su Lun?
The eldest brother's course of action has changed greatly. Could it be related to the mysterious information in Area 51? What is he looking for? What is the purpose of constantly migrating around the world? If it is to save the earth in "
With the demise of "Big Seven Numbers" this time, what exactly should be done to prevent the tragedy from happening?
I fell into confusion again and couldn't help but sigh.
"Okay, I have arrived at the core corridor of the No. 51 Earth Database. In which area is the thing you are looking for?" the red kid shouted nonchalantly, and took out an electronic timer with an LCD display from his backpack.