Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 19 No need to go abroad for an interview
"How do you want to contact them?" Mo Qiuran asked enthusiastically, "Is it a special tool for communication? Make a seemingly ordinary phone call and say a series of mysterious codes to transfer it to you? Or Did you enter some dark web site, or where did you use your identity and password to connect?"

"Use QQ." Chu Zihang took out his phone and gestured.

"..." Mo Qiuran remained silent for a while, and looked at Chu Zihang seriously, "Use QQ?"

"Yes." Chu Zihang nodded.

"Nothing special, just use QQ?" Mo Qiuran still didn't give up.

"No," Chu Zihang shook his head.

"It's unscientific!" Mo Qiuran couldn't believe it, "Could it be that all the spy movies I watched before were all imagined by the screenwriters?"

Chu Zihang was silent, so did this guy think he was going somewhere, the secret intelligence agency of the United States?

According to this way of recruiting people, I am afraid that it will become a contemporary winery in 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, and it also has a branch in China, but it is only a preparatory class, and the university will go there to study in a unified way."

In order to prevent Mo Qiuran from overthinking and causing unpredictable situations, Chu Zihang chose to give Mo Qiuran some things he knows so far: "Our existence is known and allowed by all countries, but we have been hiding it from normal people. good."

"Since this is the case, it's not surprising that the other party uses QQ... What a ghost!" Mo Qiuran looked crazy, "In an instant, I lost my composure at all... And to be honest, I suddenly had an ominous premonition !"

"An ominous premonition?" Chu Zihang was puzzled.

"I don't know, but there is." Mo Qiuran said.

Chu Zihang couldn't tell whether Mo Qiuran really had the so-called ominous premonition or he was just teasing him before taking revenge, but Mo Qiuran shouldn't be such a grudge... right?

"Let me talk about your matter with the person in charge first." Chu Zihang chose to get down to business first, and clicked on the profile picture in the QQ contact list, which was a big tree that looked like it was half decayed, and its nickname was [Nuo] Ma]'s friends, start 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 the eyes will change color just like mine. Does this situation also require me to come to Kassel? 】

"I didn't expect you to play word games carefully with thick eyebrows and big eyes. It's not bad." Mo Qiuran on the side saw the message sent by Chu Zihang, and after complimenting him, he thought of another question, "But we are here in the afternoon. At three o'clock, there is a time zone difference of thirteen between Chicago and ours...it's two o'clock in the morning, are you sure the person in charge of contacting you is still there..."

Before Mo Qiuran finished speaking, Chu Zihang's cell phone vibrated twice, and a friend named [Norma] replied a message, which didn't seem to be an automatic reply at first glance.

"This is exploitation by capitalists! It's really terrible. I'm still at work at two o'clock in the morning, and the information is still returned in seconds!" Mo Qiuran was slapped in the face before he could finish speaking, and immediately began to criticize with a righteous face, "The capitalists really They should all be hung with street lights!"

Chu Zihang ignored him and just read the news.

Norma: [Hello, I am Norma, the school secretary, and I am very 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 conducts judgment processing. 】

"Artificial intelligence? Good thing, is the level of technology in the United States already so high?" Mo Qiuran said with great interest, as if it was someone else who was clamoring to hang all the street lamps on the capitalists.

"Very likely," Chu Zihang had long been used to Mo Qiuran's intermittent nerves, so he nodded and said, "What identity information do you use?"

"The ID number." Mo Qiuran said.

"En." Chu Zihang nodded.

The room fell silent again. Seeing that Mo Qiuran hadn't spoken for a long time, Chu Zihang looked at him with doubts in his eyes.

"You you you...you don't remember my ID number?" Mo Qiuran covered his heart as if he couldn't breathe.

Chu Zihang was still silent, it would be a problem if he remembered this!
"Oh, I remembered, you haven't seen my ID number before." Mo Qiuran's interest in the performance came and went quickly, and his face became expressionless in an instant, and he reported a series of numbers. Remember, I remember you."

"How do you remember me?" Chu Zihang was taken aback.

"It's just what you said, do you really believe it?" Mo Qiuran asked back, and then urged, "Hurry up and see how they reply?"

Chu Zihang then entered Mo Qiuran's ID number and clicked send.

This string of numbers passed through many gateways, spanned more than half the distance of the earth, and came to the server in the basement of the library of Cassel College in the outskirts of Chicago, and then was read, analyzed, and searched... Mo Qiu dyed this person in an instant It was locked, and all relevant data was read, archived, backed up, evaluated, and then packaged and sent to the person in charge of the matter.

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, there is only the sound of dull and thick breathing, which sounds like a broken bellows, and as the screen of the mobile phone on the side lights up, it vibrates for a moment, and the sound of dull and slow breathing is also at the same time It stopped, and then resumed after a while, which was a little more hurried 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 already sitting by the bed at some point, he was wearing normal clothes instead of Pajamas, with a black mask covering his face, not for the sake of being handsome, but for connecting the air pipe, the pipe has been extended to the steel cylinder on the side of the car, only in this way can he maintain his normal breathing, his pair of iron-gray pupils His eyes have already begun to scan the information received on the mobile phone, from a state of deep sleep to fully awake and entering a working state in the blink of an eye, it seems to have become an instinct for him.

"Chu Zihang, Mo Qiuran... two accidents in succession..." After a while, the man spoke, his voice was like a knife cutting across rusty steel.

"Norma, reply to Chu Zihang, you don't need to come to Chicago for an interview. I will take the fastest flight there immediately. The interview time is two hours after I arrive at the airport. The location is a random meeting room in a hotel. Remember to contact Hua Guo's branch staff will make arrangements." The man whispered.

A moment later, a message was sent by [Norma] to Chu Zihang's mobile phone.

After reading it, the two looked at each other, Mo Qiuran was silent for a long time, and then said: "Is there still time to cancel your air ticket? Are international air tickets expensive?"

Chu Zihang: "..."

Is now the time to care about this issue!

　[Fighting Street Diary] Tomorrow is another day to recommend information. I don’t worry about the sleeping machine at all, because I feel that I will also rush to the street when it comes.
　　


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