As the sun set, the people in the police station also left the hospital. Xie Hongbo's evidence of guilt had been determined, and his violations would only make him pay a sufficient price.
The mobile phone hidden in his backpack, the chat history hidden in the mobile phone, the documents he carried in his bag, those unopened and unread documents were all kept. Just like what Chen Qing said, he might guess He would be caught, but he never expected that this time would come so quickly.
The huge number of documents was the result of the joint efforts of Xie Hongbo and the foundation.
But in the end, Chen Qing was still cheaper.
He held the box of documents and walked all the way to his home.
On the streets in the evening, Bu Zhaozhao's figure always followed him: "What are you going to do next?"
"Next?" Chen Qing was silent for a moment and smiled: "Go and check what wealth your foundation has left me."
He looked at the documents in his arms and pondered for a moment before speaking: "The foundation is very huge."
"Why do you say that suddenly?"
"Isn't it?" He smiled: "That's a superintendent."
"Did you know?" Bu Zhaozhao also smiled, but his smile seemed a bit sarcastic: "Two hundred years ago, in the war-torn era, everyone in the foundation had a title far beyond that of superintendent."
"You still think I'm weak?"
She smiled, but her smile became even more disdainful: "It took two hundred years, didn't it? We started from the flames of war, and we struggled to protect the public in our flesh and blood, but what about them? Now the Foundation even They can’t even handle a single heir, and they even gave up their roots just for that little profit.”
The two walked together for a long time until they returned home. It was already late at night.
He sat under the desk lamp and turned over the documents one by one.
In the box in his arms, there were a total of two paper documents, each of which was large in size. There were about four or five documents in the mobile phone, which seemed to supplement the paper documents.
In those files, there is all personnel information related to this incident.
Starting with those three police officers, their appearance and their files are written on the first page.
"Item Level - E; Personnel involved: three. Number E016.
Description: The unknown divine creature spreads itself. People who come into contact with the divine creature are called infected. The infected people commit suicide after spreading.
According to monitoring and other records, infected people show extremely strong uncontrollability, but the infection power of divine creatures to investigators is weak and seems to be related to willpower.
…”
"Project level - E, people involved: four people. Number E016-1.
Description: This event is a derivative of event E016. The spread of divine creatures has become uncontrollable. Any graphic and textual materials related to event E016 or E016-1 will become the means of propagation of divine creatures. That is E016-1-1.
Information is a virus.
…”
He read it one by one. Most of the content mentioned in the document was something he already knew, but the interpersonal part was something Chen Qing had never understood.
In the second document, there are a few lines that read: "Investigator (deleted) found that before each deceased person received information related to E016, those messages had gone through at least seven rounds of dissemination.
Except for the deceased, no one considered keeping the message. It is speculated that E016-1-1 has selectivity, and the right person will not transfer E016-1-1.
When using or contacting E016-related information, more than three people must be on site, and E016-1-1 must be transferred every hour. "
He turned on the phone and saw that the mailbox was filled with a large number of private letters. Chen Qing scrolled down and saw that most of what he saw were family affairs, and he also skipped the very few content involving money and power transactions.
He searched carefully for each software, and found local applications from social media. There was no text related to extraordinary events in those applications that were full of ninety-nine.
He searched for them one by one and saw that the information in the penguin stayed at two days ago, and saw that the payment and consumption records stopped at yesterday. He murmured softly: "We may have gained something."
Finally, his eyes stopped in the browser.
He clicked on the software, browsed through the history and bookmarks, and smiled.
"There is no history in the browser." He chuckled, and Bu Zhaozhao next to him showed a curious look.
She pointed and asked, "What does this mean?"
"It means there is no record." He smiled: "The pages you browse will leave a record on your phone, just like when you do experiments, you will leave a log. Why do you think he specifically hides this? Where are the records?”
"He has something going on in his heart?" Bu Zhaozhao frowned and asked, "But how are you going to find out? You said he was hiding it."
Chen Qing smiled "haha", stood up, and took out a piece of equipment that looked dusty from the closet. The computer seemed to be quite old.
He turned on the power button and connected the device to the computer.
"What are you going to do?"
She looked at the movements on Chen Qing's hands. Although they were unfamiliar, the skill and confidence in his movements were clearly visible.
"Did you know?" He looked at the screen and connected the computer's power supply. While doing the movements, he said to Bu Zhaozhao: "I am not talented, but I can be considered a little genius."
He smiled slightly and ran a bat program on the computer screen. In just a few minutes, a document named LOG was generated on the screen.
"You...is this difficult?" Bu Zhaozhao was curious and asked: "What is this equipment used for?"
"Two hundred years ago..." He hesitated: "The number of military computers you used back then was multiplied by several hundred, and it was just this thing. Now do you know what it is used for?"
"You..." Bu Zhaozhao watched his fingers dancing on the keyboard, with a strange look on his face. She didn't say anything, but she always felt that this thing seemed to be an ability that only the Alliance had.
Chen Qing looked at the records exported from his mobile phone and filtered out the URLs one by one.
Thanks to Xie Hongbo's caution, the history records in the browser can be said to be extremely small, only a few dozen.
He imported them one by one into the computer's browser in order. When he imported the seventh item, some special conditions seemed to be triggered. The page that was originally a 404 suddenly jumped to a website at this moment.
The website page is all black, with a logo painted in gold in front of the title. The logo consists of three arrows plus a circle, with the arrow pointing into the circle.
Bu Zhaozhao looked at the page on the screen, his fingertips resting on the title for a while.
"Do you miss her?" Chen Qing looked at her.
"I miss you." Bu Zhaozhao smiled: "When I think about destroying this symbol, and when I think about letting this symbol disappear from the world, I feel even more nostalgic."
"This pattern seems to be the same as those on the four men?"
Bu Zhaozhao nodded and replied: "This is the logo of the foundation."
He understood and dragged the mouse down to continue looking.
On the first page of the web page, the items are divided according to their level.
It didn't take long for him to search, and the record about E016 appeared on the page.
He opened the file, which clearly recorded the four victims of the E016-1 incident and the source of the E016-1-1 in their hands.
As the paper document said, those E016-1-1 passed by at least seven people. Chen Qing looked down one by one. He saw that the names of those people were so unfamiliar, but they always turned into one of himself in the end. Familiar name.
He looked at the records in the document, which contained records written by E-class researchers.
"Containment method: E016-1-1 needs to be stored in a conventional confined space with no power supply, no network, and no biological contact."
"According to E016-1's speculation, E016-1-1 has independent selectivity. They are not spread randomly, but Dr. (deleted) does not agree with my statement. I don't think so. There must be something behind the spread of E016-1-1. The purpose is right.”
"The investigator (deleted) has completed my experiment. If E016-1-2 (the experimental subject holding E016-1-1) is not selected or the conditions are not met, E016-1- will be given priority. 1 spread the word.”
"Conclusion. E016 is a special and extraordinary thing with consciousness and purpose. The processing level needs to be improved."
"Conclusion Approved: Dr. (Deleted)."
He looked at the words on the screen and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"Why did they make this conclusion?" Bu Zhaozhao frowned: "The records in their files are obviously missing. Can such a conclusion be passed?"
Chen Qing smiled and seemed a little helpless: "Sister, this is two hundred years later, and you also said that the foundation is deteriorating. How can it be based on your standards back then?"
"Besides." Chen Qing pointed to the signature at the end of the document and said with a smile: "Isn't this also approved by the doctor? Besides..."
He was silent for a moment, and the smile on his face continued: "Aren't their conclusions the same as mine? The spread of descendants is not random. They are also aware of this."
Chen Qing looked at the characters in the document, and a picture flashed in his mind.
"Look, he said that an investigator helped him test it, right?" He murmured to himself, and before Bu Zhaozhao could speak, he continued: "He said that in E016-1-2, if the 'rules' are not met, Under such circumstances, the holder will spread it independently."
He looked at Bu Zhaozhao and suddenly smiled: "Tell me, why did they waste time and let the girl carry the tape to spread it? Why did they waste an extraordinary product and let E016-1-1 spread again.
Do you think there is a possibility that the husband in the family is the subject of the experiment? "
He looked at Bu Zhaozhao and continued: "Look, his daughter survived, right? The foundation was around when his father passed away, right?
They said that two E-class pollutants can be exchanged for two weeks of oxygen, but if the little girl completed it, the one pollutant she obtained would only last for the remaining days of that week.
What is the content of the extra few days? "
