Hearing this voice, Song Zheng immediately realized that it was the female hacker he had met.
"You even know my phone number..."
Song Zheng felt his scalp numb!
"Not only that, we even know your medical insurance account number and social security account number."
The woman on the other side of the phone smiled.
"Devils! You devils! What on earth are you going to do?" Song Zheng asked.
"Don't be so excited, we don't have any ill intentions towards you." The female hacker said.
"What's going on?"
Song Zheng asked with a sad face.
"Actually, it's nothing, just to confirm to you the virtuality of this world..."
The female hacker on the other end of the phone seemed to be thinking about something, but suddenly there was a burst of anxious scolding: "Lin... hurry up, they have traced the signal and cut off the link immediately, otherwise everyone will be finished!"
The words have not yet been spoken!
The phone was immediately hung up.
Song Zheng wanted to call back, but he couldn't get through.
Today's paradoxical incident has come to an end. After such a supernatural incident, Song Zheng did not dare to log into the "Minecraft" game again.
…
As a social worker who had the day off last Saturday, Song Zhan came to the company early the next morning.
Because everyone takes turns taking breaks on weekends, the number of people in the office today is much smaller than usual.
Song Zheng sat at his work station and started busy.
Just when Song Zheng was writing code like crazy, suddenly the computer screen was hacked again!
A line of shocking text appeared on the screen: "Run! You have been exposed, they are coming to arrest you... Go to the toilet, someone will pick you up there... Bring that hard drive!"
Seeing this shocking line of green text, Song Zheng felt his hair stand on end, and a chill surged through his heart.
Song Zheng turned his head and looked at the entrance and exit fifty meters in front of the work station. He happened to see a few uniformed policemen asking something at the front desk, and the girl at the front desk was very inappropriate. Shiyi pointed to where he was... …
on the spot!
A few pairs of hawk-like eyes looked straight over.
Seeing this scene, Song Zhan's plasma froze.
Don't dare to delay at all!
Picking up his computer and hard drive, Song Zheng hunched over and ran from the aisle to the toilet.
At the same time, the men who looked like policemen were walking towards the work station.
Since the toilet was at the side and rear, exactly 90 degrees from the front desk, Song Zheng's menacing move happened to miss the policeman who came to see him.
With an uneasy feeling, Song Zheng got into the bathroom, but this was a dead end, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
Just when Song Zheng was at a loss, a dark-faced man in a windbreaker appeared from behind and pressed his shoulders: "Did you bring the things?"
Song Zheng subconsciously raised his hand.
"Mine is a hard drive!"
When the man spoke, his voice was like two pebbles swinging in his crotch.
Song Zheng took out the hard drive from his pocket, and then said: "Remember what I said, the people who are looking for you next are people from the National Security Bureau of Huatang Kingdom. They are just people who are not on the stage and don't know any inside information. You just need to endure a word of their torture methods, and nothing will happen to you! Remember!"
Song Zheng nodded in astonishment upon hearing this.
The man seemed uneasy and continued to warn: "They only have 24 hours to arrest people for interrogation. It is illegal to exceed 24 hours! You must endure it! Whether you can survive or not depends entirely on your own destiny... … Of course, for us, this is also a test for you.”
After saying this, the man took the hard drive and left the bathroom in a swaggering manner.
This man in a trench coat was extremely brave. When he was passing by the police from the Security Bureau, he held a cigarette in his mouth without changing his expression. He didn't take these uniformed and heroic police officers seriously at all.
Watching the dark-faced man leave, Song Zheng licked his lips dryly.
Grandma, isn't it to support me?
Is this what the hell is called a reception?
This is obviously just to connect to the hard drive.
Not allowing himself to think too much, the figure from the Huatang National Security Bureau walked up to him.
"Song Zhan? Citizen number..."
When the first police officer asked, he handed over Song Zhan's ID card.
Song Zheng nodded blankly. It seemed that these policemen had already figured out everything about themselves.
After confirming his identity, the leading police officer said into the intercom: "Boss, the target has been found and he is working in the company."
The intercom rustled, and instructions came: "Very good, bring the person back for questioning."
The policeman raised his head and looked at Song Zheng and said, "Let's go, Mr. Song, there is a case that we need your assistance in investigating. Come back to the station with us!"
After that, the three security bureau policemen escorted Song Zheng out in a "pin" formation.
This scene is embarrassing in the eyes of colleagues at work!
Office manager Gou Dachang jumped out from the side and wanted to be a good citizen: "Comrade police, what do you need to cooperate with me? I have known for a long time that this guy is not a good person. Every time I look at him, he has a sinister look...ah..."
Before Gou Dachang could finish his words, he was slapped away by a police officer from the Security Bureau: "How can the Security Bureau tolerate idleness and chatter when working, and then come over and take them back for interrogation!"
Poor Gou Dachang's horse hit the horse's eggs and was kicked away by the horse's legs.
…
Song Zheng was escorted into a bulletproof SUV with the words "Ministry of Security" printed on it, and then rushed all the way to an antique courtyard on the first ring road of Haizhou City.
Song Zheng can be regarded as a local aboriginal, and he can tell that he is extraordinary at a glance.
Being able to maintain such a courtyard in Haizhou City, where every inch of land is at a premium, and on the First Ring Road, is self-evident to the power behind it.
Song Ziyu was escorted into the courtyard and then locked alone in a dark room of only 15 square meters.
Four hours, no one greeted him for four hours. Song Zheng curled up in the dark room like a dead dog.
Until the lights in the dark room suddenly turned on, Song Zheng couldn't help but squint his eyes.
The sudden high flow of bright light made Song Zheng's eyes dazzle and made him feel panicked. He lay on the ground and couldn't stand up.
"Song Zhan!"
A scolding sound echoed wildly in the dark room. Because there was no ventilation, the echo was extremely heavy.
"I...I'm here."
Song Zheng tried his best to answer.
"What is the relationship between you and the mysterious organization 'Buzhou Mountain'? Tell us the truth immediately!"
A majestic voice asked.
"What's wrong with Zhou Shan? I don't know..."
Song Zheng said.
"Hmph! I think you are a die-hard who won't shed tears until he sees the coffin. Come on, torture this guy!"
The interrogator is also a talented person, and he will be punished immediately if he disagrees.
Poor Song Zang was so confused that he was carried into the torture room by several big men on the spot.
