The group is alive, at least it was alive last night.
Now no one alive in the group can speak, whether they are dead or alive, and Ke Meng does not dare to use the supervision account to chat on the public screen.
The supervisory number will not be counted as one of the group members, and there is no Kemeng number among the 231 group members.
"This is the House of Shadow Stream. It's so quiet." The people around Kemeng stared at the screen. If no one stopped them, their faces would almost touch the screen.
"There are more than two hundred group members. Are these group members all deacons... Well, I saw the elder's nickname." The angry man's eyes lit up when he saw the elder's nickname below the group leader.
Kemeng dragged the mouse down and pulled the cursor down. There were nine elders in total, and the rest were basically deacons.
"What are their penguin numbers? Record them all, and then secretly monitor their chat records and i-addresses!"
At this moment, the people from the Special Affairs Investigation Bureau were extremely excited. They had been looking forward to it for so many days and finally touched the hometown of Big Fish.
Kemen clicked on the group leader's number and silently memorized his penguin number.
Then click on each elder's number and remember them one by one.
This is valuable information and will be of great use to them.
The network mythical beast is also working hard to check the whereabouts of each i-address of the members of the Shadow Stream House.
The members of the Shadow Stream House have all redirected i, and the online address is not their real address.
The network mythical beast jumps on more than a dozen bot computer springboards, moves covertly, and finds the real addresses of several people without alerting the bot computer’s surveillance.
In the online world, there are no hidden traces of extraordinary power, and it is only a matter of time that the i-address is found sooner or later.
After a while, the network beast announced the i-addresses of several online shadow stream deacons.
Check their physical network card address through the i-address, and then hack into the cameras around the real address to further confirm the location.
"We found several offline addresses." The network beast gave several photos of offline surveillance cameras.
Ke Meng took a look. One of them was a snapshot of an Internet cafe, and several were snapshots of street scenes.
In the picture of the Internet cafe, there is a man playing computer in the Internet cafe. He has a thick beard and a strong body. It is a frontal photo.
He was the only one who could capture the front face. The other members of the Shadow Stream seemed to have consciously blocked the camera. There was no good intrusion point for the online beast, and the front face could not be captured. They could only take a few nearby street views.
"Only one capture captured the frontal view, but that's normal. A wary person wouldn't give it a chance." The angry man nodded.
Ke Meng looked at a few pictures. The addresses captured in these pictures were all in foreign countries. With the capabilities of the Investigation Bureau, it would be difficult to arrest people abroad, unless Koi Island was very stable and did not need to be stabilized.
Kemeng looked through the chat records of Shadow Stream House again. Unfortunately, there were no long-standing chat records in the group records. He could only see the records from one day ago. .
"Why does this group have no chat history from a day ago? There are too few."
Other groups have previous chat records, but this one cannot be found here.
"Probably cleared by hidden forces."
Ke Meng could only think this way, otherwise there would be no point in getting into trouble.
"Real-time monitoring of the chat records in the group, and alert us when someone is chatting." Kemeng ordered.
"Yes." An emotionless electronic synthesized voice sounded from the speaker.
Ke Meng looked at the records within one day in detail. The group leader seemed to be planning something, but there was no action plan in the group.
"The group leader may have used a private chat channel to explain the plan. Can we check the chat records of the group leader's account to the group members?" Kemeng asked.
"No, the record is empty." The network beast said helplessly, "There is no record in the supervision system, and there is nothing I can do."
Kemeng touched his hair and felt a little irritated. After finally hacking into the Shadow Stream House, there was no private chat record between the group leader and the group members.
Or is it that the private chats of group owners are also affected by hidden forces?
Kemen couldn't figure it out and temporarily left the room.
Kemen had a dream last night. In the dream, he observed in detail the technology required for the electromagnetic gun. He also used the evil god to take a super-detailed peek, and had a superficial understanding of the electromagnetic gun.
Yes, it is a superficial understanding.
Kemeng's scientific knowledge is not profound. Even if he could glimpse the entire structure and the molecular structure of the material, it would be difficult to digest it into his own knowledge.
What Kemeng can do is squeeze out these remembered things bit by bit and let the professionals in the investigation bureau study them.
"Is there anyone in the bureau who is good at scientific research?" Ke Meng asked Luo Yuan.
"A few." Luo Yuan recalled.
"Introduce them all, and I'll go get acquainted." Kemeng said.
After a while, Kemeng communicated with several scientific researchers in the bureau, and quickly sketched with a pencil to draw what he wanted to draw.
"This is..." Several old men looked at the design sketch, half-suspicious and half-surprised, and slowly looked at it.
Kemeng invited experts in the field of electromagnetic weapons. When several experts saw the draft design of the finished product, they were immediately touched.
Luo Yuan silently observed the expert's expression. He didn't expect what Kemeng drew to have any technological content, but looking at the expert's expression, it seemed that it was not that simple.
"Professors, this picture..." Luo Yuan said hesitantly, asking questions in a very particular way, neither denying nor affirming.
"Don't make any noise." Several old experts didn't say anything. Only the young experts kept silent. Their eyes could not leave the design draft for a moment, which touched their souls.
When Kemen saw this result, he already had an idea.
It should be fine, but I don't know if it can be restored.
Materials are the main problem. If the material problem is solved, energy will also follow a template.
Imitation and creation are concepts of two different levels. The difficulty of imitation is undoubtedly several levels lower than creation.
Of course, the materials barrier must be overcome, otherwise it will be difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw.
Kemeng waited for ten minutes and saw that several experts were already discussing enthusiastically, as if they were greatly inspired and inspired.
Kemeng didn't bother them when he saw this, and quietly retreated with Luo Yuan.
"Team Ke, where did you get that design prototype?" Luo Yuan asked curiously.
Ke Meng is still the captain of the rescue team. There is nothing wrong with Luo Yuan's title, but Ke Meng is a little uncomfortable. Unknowingly, he has become the leader of the team.
"I dreamed about some strange things last night, and then I had the prototype of the electromagnetic gun in my mind. I speculate that the special item I got when I woke up this time was 'memory'." Kemen said.
Luo Yuan groaned and suddenly realized.
"I asked why nothing new entered the treasury today. The memories I obtained... well, the things I obtained are getting weirder and weirder." Luo Yuan murmured.
Speaking of strange things, Luo Yuan and Ke Meng couldn't help but think of volcanic rocks.
The power of the volcanic stone affects the entire city and even the world.
