Looking at the panda burning incense on his computer, Wu Ya was stunned.
He couldn't believe it even in his dreams.
His computer was actually infected by a virus one day!
"No...impossible...", Wu Ya's lips couldn't help trembling.
He even began to suspect that there was something wrong with his eyes for a moment.
It should be known that he was a top hacker.
It was the kind of super genius who was spotted and recruited by the country.
How much ability did one need to hack into the computer of such a super genius hacker?
After rubbing his eyes several times and pinching himself severely,
Wu Ya finally realized that everything was real.
His computer was really infected by a virus.
It was the kind of panda burning virus that gave people a headache.
Once the computer was contaminated by this virus, it was as good as scrapped and could not be repaired at all.
After finally accepting this fact, Wu Ya cursed angrily.
"Damn his ancestors!"
On Han Fei's side, the phone had not been hung up.
Therefore, Wu Ya's curses were heard clearly by the four people in the tracking group, as well as the netizens in the live studio.
"What's wrong?", Han Fei asked concernedly.
Wu Ya subconsciously prepared to tell Han Fei the reason for this.
"My computer was..."
However, when it came to his mouth, Wu Ya forcibly swallowed it back.
Wu Ya thought this matter could absolutely not be spread.
Because having one's computer hacked was a disgrace.
And for hackers, this was the greatest shame!
How could he say that he failed to hack Xu Mo's computer, but instead his own computer was implanted with a virus by Xu Mo?
Absolutely not.
Once this got out, how could he still hold his head high in the hacker community?
A hacker whose computer got infected by a virus.
What kind of hacker is that?
Might as well just go home and sell snake oil!
Wu Ya stopped talking halfway, arousing Han Fei's curiosity: "What happened to your computer?"
"Nothing.", Wu Ya quickly made up an excuse: "I suddenly remembered that my computer is being monitored in real time, so I can't hack other people's computers randomly, this does not comply with regulations."
"There is such a thing?", Han Fei was slightly surprised.
But he didn't doubt Wu Ya.
Because he really didn't know what regulations the Ministry of Network Security had.
Plus he really trusted Wu Ya.
He didn't even think that the reason Wu Ya couldn't continue hacking Xu Mo's program was because his computer had been hacked.
"Uh...yes, yes, there is this regulation, doing this violates the rules, yes, that's right.", Wu Ya was a little nervous.
After all, the person he was lying to was the former chief of the Criminal Investigation Division, so it was impossible not to feel nervous.
Shen Manyi next to Han Fei couldn't help frowning.
Nervousness, unclear articulation, pauses, repeated emphasis, these were all signs of lying.
She was almost certain that Wu Ya was lying.
But on the principle of letting sleeping dogs lie, Shen Manyi did not say out her judgment.
"Can't hack Xu Mo's computer? What should we do?", Chen Ke was anxious.
Knowing that Xu Mo was at Yunqi Rose Garden, but unable to go in and catch him for various reasons.
How annoying!
It felt like going to Dabaojian, having picked the girl, but finding that you didn't have enough money and they insisted on not letting you in!
Unsheathe your 'sword' in confusion...
"Why don't we buy a hood to cover our faces?", Li Chen suggested: "Those kinds that only reveal two eyes and a mouth, we can cover our faces so that even if we are caught on camera, it doesn't matter, they definitely won't be able to identify us."
Han Fei thought carefully about the proposal.
Soon, he shook his head.
Han Fei knew the kind of hood Li Chen was talking about, the ones used by ruthless bandits.
Wearing that thing, they probably couldn't even get through the gate of Yunqi Rose Garden.
In all likelihood, the security guards would directly take down these four 'suspicious figures' wandering around the villa area with hoods on and call the police.
Then they would have to explain to the security guards.
To explain, they would have to take out their ID cards, and take off the hoods for the security guards to see.
That way, they would still be exposed on camera.
Seeing Han Fei shake his head, Li Chen came up with another method: "Why don't we wear masks and sunglasses?"
Han Fei still shook his head.
"What normal person would wander around wearing masks and sunglasses for no reason? This is too suspicious, about as suspicious as wearing a hood. Yunqi Rose Garden is a high-end villa area, security there must be very strict." (note: parallel world, no need to wear masks)
Both suggestions were rejected, and Li Chen was also a little annoyed.
"Neither this nor that will work, then what should we do? We can't just keep staring blankly."
At this moment, Shen Manyi also proposed the method she had thought of.
"Why don't you just call Director Wang directly, Han Fei, and ask him to send a couple of people over in a police car. The police coordinate with the security guards, then the four of us go in with hoods on and catch the guy."
Han Fei thought about it, then nodded slightly: "This method is feasible."
"Then let's do that. Chen Ke, go buy a few hoods. If you can't find any, then buy masks and sunglasses. After buying, we'll set off for Yunqi Rose Garden. I'll call Old Wang now to borrow two people from him. I guarantee by the time we get there, the officers can arrive too."
After speaking, Han Fei apologized to Wu Ya on the phone: "Sorry, I have to hang up for now."
However, just then, Chen Ke, who had been silent all this time, suddenly reached out and stopped Han Fei's hand.
"Han Fei, actually we don't need to make it so complicated..."
Han Fei didn't speak, but looked at Chen Ke doubtfully.
After Chen Ke's gaze had swept over the remaining three people in the tracking group, he asked, "Have you ever gone fishing?"
"What does this have to do with fishing?", Li Chen impatiently waved his hand: "Don't beat around the bush, just say it directly."
The next second, Chen Ke slowly opened his mouth.
"When fishing, we often encounter a situation where you know there are fish there, but the fish just won't bite the hook no matter what...I don't know how others would deal with this kind of situation..."
"Anyway if it was me, I would drain the water, screw it, fish that don't bite hooks shouldn't be indulged, draining the water is the only way to solve the problem fundamentally."
Having said that, Chen Ke glanced at Han Fei's phone.
He said to Wu Ya on the phone.
"Similarly, Wu Ya, is cutting off the network useful against hackers?"
Wu Ya was obviously stunned for a moment on the phone: "...Useful, cutting off the network cripples hackers, no matter how awesome they have to keel over."
In fact, it wasn't just him. Han Fei, Shen Manyi, and Li Chen were also slightly stunned.
Cut off the network?
That's a good idea!
Xu Mo's hacking skills were indeed formidable, no doubt about it.
But no matter how awesome he was, could he withstand being disconnected?
What could a hacker without internet do?

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”