The villain is too crazy, the little ancestor is not going to do it anymore

Gu Ranle tapped lightly, and the group information page slowly expanded.

Yo ho!

She really guessed it right, the screen was full of messages saying "I may lack morality, but I won't lack money."

Gu Ranle is a person who is naturally extremely disgusted with things like moral blackmail.

The more someone tried to restrain her, the more the fire of rebellion in her heart burned.

She quickly browsed through the messages in the group, raised her eyebrows, and clicked to quit the group without hesitation.

After all, playing computer games is just a hobby for her in her spare time, and whether or not she joins these so-called groups has no impact on her life.

She doesn't rely on this to make a living, so why should she care?

Just after I quit the group, there was a knock on the door.

Gu Ranle raised her head, her eyes passing through the gaps between the pages of the book and falling on the tightly closed door.

The person who came was the security captain.

Miss, I'm here to give you a cell phone."

The security captain stood at the door with Gu Ranle's cell phone in his hand.

Gu Ranle stood up, walked briskly to the door, took the phone and asked, "Is it fixed?"

The security captain looked apologetic and shook his head. "No, it's not a hardware problem. The phone system was paralyzed by a malicious virus attack. With my skills, I really can't fix this."

Gu Ranle smiled slightly and indicated that it was okay. "Oh, it's okay, thank you. Since it can't be repaired, forget it. Do you have any money? I'll give it to you."

"You're too polite, Miss. It doesn't cost any money."

The security captain responded politely and then turned and left.

Gu Ranle looked down at the phone in his hand, frowning slightly.

I got a virus? How could that happen?

She was confused, but also a little curious.

I'm bored right now, so now I finally have something to do.

She took her cell phone, returned to the computer, and began her "detective journey".

Time passes silently like quicksand on your fingertips.

During this period, Gu Jiu came to the study twice. Once he brought a cup of warm milk, and another time he urged Gu Ranle to go to bed early.

Gu Ranle drank the milk in one gulp, but kept postponing going to bed.

It was not until half past ten in the evening that Gu Ranle stood up from the computer and stretched.

She has two mobile phones, one of which is almost a decoration, with only a few contacts, including her great-grandfather, grandfather and Zhou Xiaoliu.

This mobile phone usually lies quietly in the drawer of the study.

The other one, although not often used, is relatively used more frequently, and this is the phone that is infected with the virus.

After several hours of hard work, Gu Ranle finally successfully cleared the virus and the phone came back to life.

But this was just her first step.

Since someone dared to attack her mobile phone system, she would naturally let the other party taste the feeling of being counterattacked.

She began to investigate in depth, and she discovered quite a few clues.

It turned out that her phone had blocked a lot of unfamiliar calls in the past two days.

To be precise, the blocking function was turned on on her mobile phone number.

But she was sure that she had never set up such a function.

However, that's not the point.

The point is, after she tracked these numbers, she found that except for a few suspected advertising and fraud calls, the rest of the numbers were virtual dial-ups from the same network.

Gu Ranle's curiosity was completely aroused, and she decided to continue investigating further.

This investigation led to new discoveries.

These virtual dials are actually related to FG Game Company!

Oh! This is going to be interesting.

A gleam of light flashed in Gu Ranle's eyes. She didn't expect that FG Game Company was involved behind this.

This appears to be more than just a simple cell phone virus attack.

Considering that "Black Duck" insisted on asking her to take action, she guessed that there might be some conspiracy behind this.

It seems that simply withdrawing from the group and deleting "Black Duck" may not stop anything.

Since I can find her contact information, the person I’m talking to is no ordinary person.

She would have to plan it out carefully.

*

The atmosphere inside FG Company is tense.

"How is it? Have you contacted Gu Ranle?"

A man wearing black-framed glasses, a white shirt and black trousers, looking very elite, asked in a low voice, his eyes revealing anxiety.

Opposite him sat a man with messy hair that looked like a chicken coop.

The man had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and his hands were dancing on the keyboard in front of him, with typing sounds coming one after another.

Hearing the question, the man with the chicken coop hair didn't even raise his eyelids, and blurted out two words: "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly spat out the cigarette in his mouth and then cursed, his tone full of annoyance and helplessness.

"What's wrong?" The elite man asked in confusion with a frown on his face, as if he sensed that something was wrong.

The chicken-coop-haired man slammed the table and shouted angrily: "The computer has been attacked!"

His voice was filled with anger and resentment.

"what happened?"

Upon hearing this, the elite man immediately jumped up from his seat, took a few steps to the side of the man with the messy hair, and fixed his eyes on the computer screen that had fallen into chaos.

Looking at the garbled characters and error messages flashing on the screen, the elite man unconsciously grasped the corner of the table next to him, his face looked extremely ugly, as if he was about to explode in the next second.

"Weren't you contacting Gu Ranle? How did someone hack your computer?"

He suppressed the anger in his heart and asked in a low voice, with every word revealing disbelief.

The man with the messy hair didn't say anything, but just typed quickly on the keyboard with his hands, trying to save the situation.

However, everything seems to be beyond redemption.

He pressed the last key angrily, then grabbed the keyboard and slammed it on the table with a loud bang.

"Damn it!"

He cursed again, his tone full of despair and anger, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment.

"Now, our only way out still depends on 'Third'. I really have tried my best." The man with the messy hair looked at the elite man helplessly, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

The elite man's brows were knitted together as if they could pinch a mosquito to death. He questioned, "But didn't you say before that he was not willing to take action at all?"

"I think, either the conditions we offer are not attractive enough, or..."

The man with the messy hair paused here deliberately, whetting the elite man's appetite.

The elite man widened his eyes, stared at him, and asked, "What is it?"

"I suspect the bug in this game might have something to do with the 'third one'."

The man with the chicken-coat hair had a low and solemn voice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The elite man was stunned when he heard this, and then retorted: "Then let's find the 'first' or 'second' to solve it. They are ranked higher and their skills should be better than the 'third'."

"They are powerful, but the question is, who can contact them?" The man with the chicken-coop hair shook his head, with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "These two people are very mysterious. No one I know has ever had any contact with them. I can't even get their personal contact information."

"This...what should I do?" The elite man rubbed his hands anxiously and frowned even more tightly.

"What else can we do? We can only keep trying to find a way to contact Gu Ranle." The man with the messy hair sighed, with a hint of powerlessness in his tone.

"You? Are you sure you can contact her?" The elite man sneered, his face full of distrust.

"*&%￥..."

The man with the messy hair blurted out a string of Chinese traditional verses and scratched his messy hair in annoyance.

This grab made his hair even more fluffy, like a moving bird's nest.

Suddenly, the elite man seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up: "Do you think Gu Ranle and 'the third' are the same person?"

The man with the messy hair was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened and he motioned for the elite man to continue.

"Look, you can't contact Gu Ranle, but you are being tracked and attacked; and as for the 'third', no matter what conditions we offer, he remains indifferent. This is too abnormal, so I boldly guess that they may be the same person."

The elite man became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had found the key to solving the mystery.