Seven hundred and fortieth IX nine out of thirteen return
"What spam?"
Carrying a shotgun and preparing for today's hunt, Mu Galen took out his cell phone and found an email from an unknown source. He clicked on it and saw that it was so colorful that it almost blinded him.
Mu Galen, whose brain was polluted, cursed secretly: "The damn operator sold my information again!"
After speaking, Mu Galen deleted the email, put his phone back into his pocket, hummed an unknown song and closed the car door.
An alley in Los Angeles.
Bi Fang waited for a long time after sending the email, but did not get the response he expected.
Yao Jun scratched his head beside him: "Is it really possible?"
"Wait a little longer, maybe his phone is not with him." Bi Fang hesitated for a moment, but chose to continue waiting.
Mu Jialun is not his licking dog. He will not reply immediately even if he sends a message on QQ, let alone an email.
No matter how careful a concealer is to cover his or her tracks, any exchange of digital information carries the risk of security breaches.
Therefore, professionals will adopt a multi-pronged approach to ensure their own information security.
Various multi-layered encryption of messages sent via anonymous networks or fake email addresses is only the first step.
Where spies once hid tiny photos of information inside the heads of pins, they now enclose text documents in digital images that can only be revealed after being unzipped.
Before writing the message, Bi Fang pasted an insignificant image into a text document, then typed sensitive information above or below the image and changed the font color to white to further enhance security.
Then, when the message is sent, the size of the image file will be a disguise to hide the extra space taken up by the text.
The reason for choosing Mu Galen was that in addition to the fact that the other party was an ordinary person, he had also served as a special forces soldier. He should be alert to such a method of transmitting information and make it easier to detect.
After one hour.
The photographer was holding the camera and felt his hands were a little sore. He put it down, took out a piece of bread from his backpack, ate it, and handed it to Sean who was standing aside.
After Yao Jun's persuasion and Bi Fang's search for his own deeds, Sean finally gave up his doubts and worked with everyone.
The reason why he didn't leave immediately was because everyone discovered that Sean actually had a bank card of his own!
Although there is no money in it, it is still an important way to transfer the borrowed money to your hands.
Not all homeless people are vicious. Sean graduated from high school with honors and then received a bachelor's degree in economics from Yale University, winning many scholarships during this period.
After graduation, he worked in the banking industry on Wall Street. Later, he went to Hollywood to establish his own photography and film company, achieved small success in his career, and even bought his own real estate in Silver Lake.
But looking at Sean's appearance at this time, you can tell that he has encountered setbacks since then.
His life was originally going smoothly, but his partnership broke up. Soon, his mother contracted cancer. The successive blows caused a huge blow to his body and mind.
After moving several times, he lived in his car. Then the car was lost.
The soaring housing prices made Sean completely join the tent camp, and he couldn't even live in the park, because the showers here would be turned on regularly, not for watering, but to drive away homeless people.
Until now, the duo of Bi Fang and Yao Jun have "captured the strong man".
"Brother, your life is so wonderful." The photographer admired him.
"It's all over." Sean smiled and happily gnawed on the bread given by the photographer.
This is his first meal of the day.
Fortunately, the Bifang duo are not really criminals. They are in a good situation. Whether they are buying mobile phones or helping to transfer money to complete games, they can still get their own rewards.
No matter how bright the sunshine is in Los Angeles, it will cast shadows on the corners of the city.
Homeless people are another side that lingers in this city. They are both a phenomenon and an individual.
They walked at different paces in the shadows of the city, and urbanites looked sideways, while mainstream voices kept silent.
However, under the dome, this group lives in solidarity with the city in their own way.
Everyone was a little bored waiting.
"I think he might have seen it, but didn't take it seriously. How about trying again?"
An hour later, Yao Jun also ate toast. There was no squirrel meat as a filling today, so it tasted a little dry and without oil or water.
"Okay, let's send it again."
Bi Fang thought for a while and thought it might be a problem with the content. He shook his thumb, thought for a moment, logged into Twitter, browsed for a while, selected a photo of a well-known sexy blogger, and posted it.
Yao Jun's throat was blocked by his old words, and he exclaimed: "You are really a genius."
"Ahem."
The men present could not help but shift their gazes and lower their heads slightly.
...
"Hey, great harvest!"
Mu Jialun strung the prey on a rope and pulled it to the car. He then took out his cell phone that suddenly vibrated, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, "Why is it spam again? Mom... Damn, this..."
Mu Jialun wanted to delete the person again and then block the other person, but this time, he hesitated for a moment, and his eyes stayed a few more times. Just these few times, he discovered something different...
tomato
There seems to be text under the picture?
After attracting attention, everything that followed was simple. Mu Galen was trained and knew how to read it correctly, and he quickly saw the entire message.
After reading the content.
fraud?
No, it can't be a liar. A liar can't be so professional. He has never learned this method himself, but if he thinks about it carefully, it is very useful.
Is that true?
After thinking about it, Mu Jalun decided to check back first.
Many citizens who live more sensitive lives often want to reduce some of their electronic footprints, so they often share email accounts with those close to them.
They don't use these accounts to send or receive email, but keep communications secure by saving drafts of emails back and forth and viewing them individually, so there's never any potentially alarming traffic.
Mu Galen is not one of them. Although he is worried that his information is often leaked, it is not to this extent. However, he knows that if what the other person says is true, then he should do it.
After a simple exchange of information, Mu Jialun finally confirmed that the other party was indeed Bifang.
Obviously, Bi Fang needs his help now!
What a rare thing.
Mu Galen was quite excited. After thinking for a moment, he typed the following in the email:
"I heard that you Chinese have something called 'Nine Outs and Thirteen Returns'?"
Where the hell did you learn this stuff?
Bi Fang felt depressed in his heart, quickly typed, and clicked send.