"What method are you going to use to contact them?" Mo Qiuran asked enthusiastically, "Is it a special tool designed for contact? Make a seemingly ordinary phone call and say a mysterious code to transfer you? Or? Did you enter some dark web website, or did you go to a certain place and use what identity and password to connect?”
"Use QQ." Chu Zihang took out his mobile phone and signaled.
"..." Mo Qiuran was slightly silent and looked at Chu Zihang seriously, "Use QQ?"
"Yes." Chu Zihang nodded.
"Nothing special, just use QQ?" Mo Qiuran still refused to give up.
"No," Chu Zihang shook his head.
"This is unscientific!" Mo Qiuran looked in disbelief, "Are all the spy movies I watched in the past just imagined by the screenwriters?"
Chu Zihang was silent, so did this guy just think he was going to go somewhere, to the secret intelligence agency of the United States?
According to this recruitment method, I’m afraid it will become a contemporary winery within a few months!
"As far as I know, this school is a place where people like us gather. It is a formal university with legal educational qualifications. It also has branches in China, but it is only a preparatory class. Universities will go there to study."
In order to prevent Mo Qiuran from overthinking and causing unpredictable situations, Chu Zihang chose to give Mo Qiuran some science knowledge about what he currently knows: "Our existence is known and allowed by various countries, but it has been kept very hidden from normal people. good."
"If that's the case, it's not surprising that the other party uses QQ... What a ghost!" Mo Qiuran looked crazy, "In an instant, he lost all his strength... And to be honest, I suddenly had an ominous premonition. !”
"An ominous premonition?" Chu Zihang was confused.
"I don't know, but there is." Mo Qiuran said.
Chu Zihang couldn't tell for a moment whether Mo Qiuran really had a so-called ominous premonition or if he was trying to whet his appetite before taking revenge, but I guess Mo Qiuran wasn't such a vengeful person... right?
"Let me talk about your matter to the person in charge first." Chu Zihang chose to get down to business first and clicked on the avatar in the QQ contact list. It was a big tree that looked half decayed. Its nickname was [Nuo Ma]'s friends started sending messages.
Chu Zihang: [I suddenly discovered today that my friend can use the ability to freeze, and when using the ability, the pupils of his eyes will change color like mine. Does this situation also require coming to Kassel? 】
"I didn't expect you, a thick-eyed person, to be so cunning and play word games. Not bad, not bad." Mo Qiuran on the side saw the message sent by Chu Zihang. After praising him, he thought of a question, "But now it's afternoon here. It’s three o’clock. There’s a thirteen time zone difference between Chicago and us… It’s two o’clock in the morning. Are you sure the person responsible for contacting you is still there…”
Before Mo Qiuran finished speaking, Chu Zihang's phone vibrated twice, and a friend named [Norma] replied to a message. At a glance, it didn't seem to be an automatic reply.
"This is exploitation by capitalists! It's really terrible. I'm still at work at two o'clock in the morning, but the message is still replied in seconds!" Mo Qiuran was slapped in the face before he could finish his words, and he immediately began to criticize with a righteous face, "Capitalists are indeed They should all be hung with street lights!”
Chu Zihangli ignored him and read the news directly.
Norma: [Hello, I am Norma, the school secretary. I am happy to serve you. In view of what you said, please provide relevant information that can identify your friend so that I can verify the identity and provide the information to the relevant school. The staff will make judgment and deal with it. 】
"Artificial intelligence? What a good thing. Is the level of science and technology in the United States already so high?" Mo Qiuran said again with interest, as if the person who was clamoring to hang all the capitalists' street lights was someone else.
"It's very possible." Chu Zihang had long been used to Mo Qiuran's intermittent nerves, and he was completely unfazed by it. He nodded and said, "What identity information do you use?"
"It's the ID number." Mo Qiuran said.
"Yeah." Chu Zihang nodded.
The room fell into silence again. Seeing that Mo Qiuran didn't speak for a long time, Chu Zihang looked at him with confusion in his eyes.
"You, you, you...don't you remember my ID number?" Mo Qiuran covered his heart and looked like he couldn't breathe.
Chu Zihang remained silent. It would only be a problem if he remembered this!
"Oh, I remember, you've never seen my ID number before." Mo Qiuran's interest in the performance came and went quickly. His face changed instantly and he reported a series of numbers, "Now I'm going to give it a try." Remember, I have remembered you."
"How come you remember me?" Chu Zihang was stunned.
"It's just talk, do you really believe it?" Mo Qiuran asked, and then urged, "Quickly lose it and see how they respond?"
Chu Zihang entered Mo Qiuran's ID number and clicked send.
This string of numbers passed through many gateways and spanned a distance of more than half the world. It arrived at a server located in the basement of the library of Cassel College in the outer suburbs of Chicago. It was then read, analyzed, and searched for...for a moment, the person Mo Qiuran It is locked, and all relevant data is read, archived, backed up, evaluated, and then packaged and sent to the person responsible for this matter.
In the pitch-black darkness, there was only the sound of dull and sticky breathing, which sounded like a broken bellows. As the screen of the mobile phone next to it lit up, it vibrated for a moment, and at the same time, the dull and long breathing sound was also heard. It stopped, and after a while it started again, a little more hastily than before.
One hand grabbed the mobile phone, and at the same time the light in the bedroom was turned on. The light dispelled the darkness. A man with dark red scars on his neck was sitting beside the bed at some point. He was wearing ordinary clothes instead of Pajamas, his face is covered with a black mask, not to look cool, but to connect to the gas pipe. The pipe has been extended and connected to the cylinder placed on the car. Only in this way can he maintain normal breathing. His iron-gray pupils His eyes have begun to scan the information received on his mobile phone. It seems that it has become instinct for him to go from a sleeping state to a fully awake state and into a working state in the blink of an eye.
"Chu Zihang, Mo Qiuran... two accidents in succession..." After a moment, the man spoke, his voice like a knife scratching on rusty steel.
"Norma, reply to Chu Zihang. There is no need to come to Chicago for the interview. I will take the fastest flight there immediately. The interview time will be two hours after I arrive at the airport. The location will be a conference room in a hotel. Remember to contact The branch personnel in China will make arrangements." The man whispered.
A moment later, a message was sent to Chu Zihang's mobile phone by [Norma].
After reading, the two looked at each other. Mo Qiuran was silent for a long time, and then he said, "Do you still have time to cancel your flight? Cross-border flights are expensive, right?"
Chu Zihang: "..."
Is now the time to care about this issue?
