"My hard drive is still in the office, and all the Bishe materials are in it, so I can't drag it away," Song Qi said helplessly.
After the third-year postgraduate teacher retired, there was an emergency team change. Song Qi's graduation was delayed by half a year.
Not daring to delay any longer, he immediately made up his mind to return to the office without too much hesitation.
Song Qi's next step can be said to be a low-end version of Normandy landing without blood and tears.
I specially found the mask in my bag and covered my eyes slightly with one hand.
Song Qi passed through the layers of guns and cannons at the door and the flashlights that fell on his face like a hail of bullets, took out the key and opened the door.
After stuffing himself into the door, he turned around and closed the door with a click, blocking out the noise.
When Jian Anran returned home, she repeatedly scrolled through that ridiculous Weibo post. Learning from the past, she immediately turned on her computer and used a crawler to download all the articles and back them up.
Then what?
I don’t know what the rumor makers’ intention was in planning this incident. Is it to ruin Wen Siheng’s reputation?
But how long has he returned to China? Who can he have such a big rivalry with?
Or Xiangyi? Or herself.
It can be said that the method is highly similar to that of a month ago. Jian Anran had doubts about Tang Zhechuan.
But now that Tang Zhechuan's matter has come to an end, he won't use the same method to repeat the same mistake again, right?
Moreover, this is the first project since the establishment of Wen Siheng Studio. He decided to go out for research on a whim. Logically speaking, he should not have such a strong information network.
Puzzled, she paced back and forth in the living room.
Pretending to pass by the study accidentally, someone was calmly drinking coffee while working on a project.
After sinking into the soft bed in a large font shape, Jian Anran opened the Weibo post again, and the likes quickly exceeded 3,000.
Amidst the urging, the blogger quickly posted the legendary "Photos of Shura Field".
The specially coded high-resolution photo showed Xiangyi and her looking at each other in the corridor at a glance.
Obviously they had noticed that there was no one in the corridor at that time.
Wait! Important information seemed to jump into Jian Anran's eyes all of a sudden. When she opened the Weibo post posted by Luojiang Entertainment, it was a screenshot.
The content inside is an anonymous email submission, the time is 14:23, and Luojiang Entertainment’s blog time is 14:25.
In just two minutes, Luojiang Entertainment edited a large piece of explosive copy with rigorous logic and clear organization?
Did the opponent's menacing attack turn out to be premeditated?
Without a moment's hesitation, Jian Anran immediately clicked on Xiangyi's WeChat avatar.
[Jane: Does anyone else besides the teacher know about the senior sister’s paper? 】
[Senior Xiangyi:?] The other party responded instantly.
[Senior Xiangyi: It seems that when we first talked about this matter, Seniors Song Qi and Gao Feng were also present]
Gao Feng, is it really Gao Feng?
Ever since he offered to take Wen Siheng back to the hotel, Jian Anran always felt vaguely uneasy, as if something was not right.
She didn't know the outcome of the last conversation when Wen Siheng called Gao Feng and Xiangyi out together, but since he came back, Gao Feng's face had not looked good and he didn't speak much in the office.
It has been less than a month since she started working as an office assistant. To be honest, Jian Anran and Song Qi have not met much in person.
He has always been taciturn in the office. I don't know if it was because he was deeply traumatized by being postponed once. It feels like Song Qi has never cared about anything other than his studies.
Shaking her head, Jian Anran temporarily shifted her suspicion away from Song Qi. It probably couldn't be him.
After thinking about it for a long time, Jian Anran finally pressed the send button and sent a private message to Luojiang Entertainment.
[Jane who loves school: Hello blogger, I am a student involved. Article 246, paragraph 1, of the Criminal Law stipulates that those who openly insult others by violence or other methods or fabricate facts to slander others, if the circumstances are serious, shall be punished.
Fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, public surveillance or deprivation of political rights.】
[Jane, who loves school: The Supreme Law stipulates that posting rumors and spreading them more than 500 times can lead to a prison sentence.]
[Jane, who loves school: If the blogger can forward the original email to me, we can promise not to pursue responsibility here.]
Recalling that she had seen rumors and illegal news on the Internet before, Jian Anran went online and paid to consult a lawyer, then copied and pasted the lawyer's answer into the private message window on Weibo.
At the end of the message, she included her email number.
A new message popped up in the mailbox soon, it was the original email that I had been waiting for.
After reading the email carefully, Jian Anran opened the document just sent by Ning Beibei.
It was a tutorial compiled by her when she was the host of an idol bar. It gave detailed instructions on how to find out the other party's IP address through various means.
Realizing the true meaning of "swearing at you along the network cable".
Among them, tracing back along the mailbox was the easiest to implement. She quickly sorted out the IP address of the contributor from several emails one after another.
A total of three different IP addresses.
So rigorous, did the other party specifically switch computers to send the email?
After sinking her breath, Jian Anran dialed Song Qi's WeChat number and was quickly connected.
"Hey, what's going on?" Song Qi was slightly surprised by the sudden call.
"Can I trouble you, senior?" Jian Anran said straight to the point. Song Qi was the only one in the office. This was the only hope at the moment.
"Can you turn on Senior Gao Feng's computer?"
"Gao Feng's computer?" Song Qi asked, "It shouldn't work. His computer seems to have a password."
The hopes that were raised were quickly extinguished. Just as Jian Anran said her thanks and was about to hang up the phone, a ridiculous idea suddenly flashed through her head.
Under her voice guidance, Song Qi quickly sent a string of numbers to Jian Anran.
After comparing the three IP addresses just found, it was the third IP that Song Qi sent.
That's her computer's IP address.
She installed the computer not long after she entered the office, but at that time she had been flipping through paper documents to keep up with the progress of the projects on hand in the office.
The computer has never been used much, and Jian Anran is too lazy to set a password.
Her computer is the only one in the office that doesn't have a password.
The most painful thing in the world is probably when you seem to have guessed the answer, but have no evidence to expose the other person.
Holding her head, Jian Anran lay on the bed and fell into a deadlock.
The email came from her computer. If she acts rashly now and confronts Gao Feng with the found IP, I am afraid that the opponent's counter-general will say that she is a thief and that she is a thief.
After digging out a long-dusted message in her text message inbox, Jian Anran clicked on the other party's number to send a text message.
