Human ladder

The further you go down in the deep sea, the more dangerous it is. Unknown species are waiting for their prey with their fangs.

That would be another world, where people's desires gather, and countless people use it as a protection net, the freer they are, the more sinful they are.

In that world, there are so many fragile people who can't live in reality curled up, and countless aliens find organizations and then huddle together to keep warm.

——There is no love at the top of the tree of life, only schadenfreude.

Everyone sits in a well and watches the sky, gathers together to observe the whole process of a person's painful death, and satisfies their own pursuits and desires.

Like a monkey squatting on a tree, looking at the same kind that fell, starting from the first stone thrown down - no one can stop this carnival of twisting and tearing.

The meeting room was filled with smoke, and the doors and windows were closed tightly. Lu Congqi sat in the backmost position, silent along with the people in the meeting room.

In addition to being nervous as soon as he entered a closed environment, he also had a retching reaction.

At the moment, there were not many people looking at him, so Lu Congqi quickly swallowed the pills and slowly adjusted his breathing.

"Just like the deep web is a node, there is a dark web under the deep web, and there will be different websites. Such a gray area will only expand. This website called Mirage is equivalent to a safer entrance to the dark web. That's all."

This meeting was led by Meng Shi and invited well-known domestic network security experts to sit in the meeting, with the cooperation of the Internet Supervision Department and the overall coordination of the Criminal Police Brigade.

Xu Linqing, a network security expert, is currently working as a main course teacher in a university.

Lu Congqi raised his hand to fan the smell of smoke around him, raised his hand and asked, "Professor Xu, do you mean that the mirage is just a key to enter here?"

Xu Linqing nodded in agreement, "And they are all one-way keys, which are actually equivalent to the current circumvention software, but each node is not connected to each other, and each entrance will have a constantly refreshed key, so it is not easy to get in."

He turned around and looked at Zhao Feng, who had been drinking water, and asked, "Captain Zhao, when you said you went in, was there a live broadcast?"

Zhao Feng coughed a few times, got up and stood under the projection screen, and controlled the remote control to report the situation to everyone: "When Lu Congqi and I came to Yan's house, the murderer had already killed Yan, and the notebook was put away. On the cupboard, the camera only captures the dead."

"Professor Xu must have seen it too. Yan's computer has the broadcast record of No. 1 dead person's death live broadcast."

After listening to Zhao Feng's description of what happened today, Meng Shi asked, "You mean, the No. 1 deceased is also an auction item?"

Zhao Feng nodded, and switched to another video: "This is the whole process of the murder of the No. 1 deceased that the Internet Surveillance Department found through the entrance of the mirage just now."

A bloody scene appeared on the projection screen, even the face of Zhao Feng standing in front of the projector was stained with blood.

In the picture, the deceased was tied to a stool with his hands behind his back, looking at the camera in horror.

Then, the sound of an electric drill sounded outside the screen.

The man struggled even harder.

At this time, the number of people in the dark live broadcast room is still increasing rapidly, and comments are posted below in languages ​​​​of various countries.

Probably to create an atmosphere, the interface is pure black, and all the fonts are dark red. Those who invest money can get the right to "swipe barrage" and make requests to the anchor.

There were suddenly more hands in the picture, pressing a circle on the victim's head, raising his hand and knocking on his head like knocking on a door.

This was followed by endless screams and the sound of electric drills.

Some people couldn't help covering their mouths and ran out.

Zhao Feng pressed the pause button, looked at the leaders present, hesitated for a while and said: "It is obvious that someone is manipulating such a vicious incident, but this time it seems that someone deliberately brought these things to the attention of the police."

Lu Congqi thought that he had been thinking about the sentence the murderer said before he died, and the look in his eyes before he died kept reappearing in his mind.

It was like a reminder sticking close to Lu Congqi's back all the time.

Lu Congqi lowered his eyes and didn't look up from the beginning to the end.

All the sounds hovered around him lightly, only the sound of the electric drill and the eyes of the murderer in the video were deeply imprinted in his mind.

He only looked up once and never forgot.

not him……

At that moment, I don't know whether to be disappointed or happy.

Lu Congqi just exhaled lightly, blowing away the untimely obsession that had disturbed him for the past few days, thinking that he was really crazy.

After Lu Congqi asked that question, he deliberately lowered his sense of existence, but his grandson Ang felt sorry for Lu Congqi's injuries in hunting the murderer, so he made the limelight for him: "Fortunately, the murderer has already jumped to his death. Lu Congqi is still credited."

Lu Qicong snorted heavily when he heard the words: "A trainee policeman, without a gun, and without a weapon to hunt down a murderer with his bare hands, is not courageous."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Feng, and almost threw the document in front of him in Zhao Feng's face.

Zhao Feng was guilty and didn't look at Lu Qicong, but he was right after all, and he was willing to let Lu Congqi say a few more words in front of the leader: "Lu Congqi has more ideas about this matter, everyone is already familiar with him, you might as well listen to him idea."

Lu Congqi only looked up when he heard his name, and when he saw his grandson Ang eagerly winking at him, he pursed his lips in displeasure, but he had to stand up against the gazes of the leaders.

He couldn't move his wrists, so he was hanging in an ugly way. When he stood up, he was made even weaker by the shocking red color on the screen.

Lu Congqi's throat rolled up and down, endured the discomfort and said: "The first scene was a rearranged whole murder process, the murderer was methodical and well-planned, but the second one died hastily and with The emotion of venting anger and the strong color of revenge...so I think Yan should have seen something that night."

He met everyone's eyes, but suddenly fell into his own contemplation, knocked on the table subconsciously, and after a while he only heard him say slowly: "In addition, the website on Yan's notebook is time-sensitive, it should be us It was so sudden that the murderer had not had time to close the webpage, so we must crack the real URL of the so-called 'phantom' website as soon as possible."

"Well, let's follow the vine and follow the vine?"

Xu Linqing interrupted: "No, the tor browser is used to enter the dark web, and the decentralized network, each network node is independent of each other, and the user's path and IP address are hidden through the traffic encryption system. Positioning, it will never be possible to follow the clues."

Lu Congqi raised his wrist to look at his watch, took a deep breath and said, "We must know what happened in that private room 48 hours ago!"

Lu Congqi raised his head and exchanged glances with Meng Shi, and then quickly looked away.

Meng Shi stood up and greeted Lu Congqi unhurriedly, "Congqi is right, are you okay?"

Lu Congqi shook his head.

Meng Shiwen's perfunctory, seeing people sitting here in good condition, he thought it was nothing serious, so he simply made a final concluding statement: "This vicious murder is currently blocked tightly, but it has a lot of implications. I hope all departments will cooperate. For a moment, the source of the drugs has to be investigated, has the identity of the killer been confirmed?"

Zhao Feng said intermittently, "I'm looking for it."

Meng Shi nodded: "That's it, the meeting is over."

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief when they heard these two words, and as the personnel dispersed, even the dull atmosphere in the meeting room dissipated a lot.

Lu Congqi was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

He followed the crowd, and when he passed by Meng Shi, Meng Shi was drinking water from his teacup. Seeing that Lu Congqi was passing by him without squinting, Meng Shi had no choice but to call him, "Hey, newcomer." of."

Lu Congqi turned his head and stared at Meng Shi.

"Is everything okay recently?"

Lu Congqi smiled politely: "It's okay."

He really has nothing to say to Meng Shi now, and there are people coming and going around, Lu Congqi's eyes are open, but everything is kept silent.

When the people dispersed, Meng Shi closed his cup and looked heavily at the projection screen in front of him, with an uncertain expression, as if he was embarrassed and helpless when he met someone he hadn't seen for many years and didn't know how to greet him.

The heavy curtains were opened, and Meng Shi's sight was brightened.

Downstairs, a car filed out, caught in an endless bustle.

It seems like a day for more than ten years.

Meng Shi took off his glasses, rubbed his brows wearily, and finally sighed: "It's been four years...you finally started to act."

A well-shaded darkroom, equipped with a well-set siphon and safelights of varying intensity, with the safelights turned down to their dimmest at the moment.

The whole room was in a dark red tone, and there was only a huge countertop within sight.

On the wall are photos that have been developed and are waiting to dry, with different angles, and some are even just a stone, a flower field viewed from a distance.

A darker corner suddenly lit up, footsteps sounded in the room, and a pair of hands lowered the curtain to divide the room into two spaces.

The people in the room turned around and walked into another space.

He consciously protects the photos that have just been rushed out, but looking at the white wall in front of him, he is more cautious and has a warm and almost fragile hope.

There was a picture on the projection screen. Under the fixed lens, there was only a closed door at first, and the back door was kicked open by external force, and someone broke in.

"Don't move, police!"

"Hold your head and squat!"

……

"Road team!"

"Don't come in, protect the scene."

"Pa--" the sound of the keyboard rose and fell, and the screen paused on one screen.

Due to the angle, everyone only has the lower body, and they are all uniform trousers.

He tapped the keyboard again, and the screen moved again.

"Don't come in, protect the scene."

"Don't come in, protect the scene."

It's a young and nice voice, but no matter how nice the voice is, you can't help listening to it over and over again, but the person who controls the computer can't hear enough, repeating it over and over again.

The scene then continues with a pair of feet approaching the camera.

Getting closer and closer, as if a living person was approaching him.

The opponent should have squatted down.

On the screen, he was walking towards him stepping on the blood all over the ground... The only thing left was the sound of footsteps of the people on the screen stepping on the blood all over the place.

The picture changed, and a young and handsome face appeared.

After four years, that man has gotten rid of his childishness and has a mature and resolute face.

His voice was closer and more real, as if he was really talking face to face.

His eyes stared at the camera, appearing in the picture, the clear eyelashes were all parted, and the voice asked again: "Are you looking at me?"

The person operating the computer seemed to be frightened by the sound, and suddenly coughed violently. If it wasn't for the coughing of this person, he would have thought it was an old man over [-] years old just by hearing the sound.

The screen is paused again.

It was just a video of less than a minute of coming and going... The room was so dark that it was impossible to move easily, and then the people in the room seemed to suddenly go crazy, their steps were erratic, their hands were flying wildly, they tore off the curtain, and knocked over. The photos hanging on the wall were destroyed badly.

He has protected these photos so carefully, carefully waiting for the color to develop, waiting for drying, and not letting any light pollution be disturbed.

But at this moment, he looked at these painstaking efforts in horror, as if full of resentment and sadness, he could only ruin these things like masochistic.

These videos passed through the hands of countless people before they got here, and he tried his best to know what happened there.

But... the person in the picture is not included.

The door of the room was kicked open from the outside, and the strong light outside was arrogant and raging for a while.

However, the people in the room seemed to be afraid of light, and hurriedly hugged their heads and curled up in a deeper corner.

This is a basement. The person who kicked open the door looked down from above, with a cropped head, holding a [-]-style submachine gun in his hand, and a submachine gun on his back.

It looks like a slender male, but the words that come out are female voices: "They have started to move, and someone has run away."

When she opened her mouth, although it was not standard Chinese, but fortunately it could be heard clearly, and then she seemed to see the abnormal state of the people in the room, tilted her head, and asked: "Mirage, what are you talking about?" Addicted."

The syllables of these two characters were difficult to pronounce, but the visitor seemed to have pronounced them countless times, which was more standard than any sentence in Chinese she spoke.

As if hearing his own name, the man slowly let go of himself, and his chaotic consciousness slowly returned to his senses.

As he raised his head, he revealed a pair of black pupil eyes. Although the eyelashes were thick, they were not as deep as those of the people here, and it was more like a layer of feathery shadows.

Mirage leaned on the wall and stood up slowly. In the narrow darkroom, he was a little bit unable to use his hands and feet, and had to keep his head down.

The climate here is dry and hot all the year round. Although Mirage's complexion has been tanned, it is still clear at a glance that they are people of different races.

He muttered for a while, as if he was trying his best to endure his inexplicable irritability and impatience: "I'm fine."

The visitor said nothing, and walked down the stairs. Finally, the light source was no longer blocked, and the entire small darkroom was brightly lit.

I saw her staring at the mirage for a while, her whole body was as sharp as a cold blade, even her eyebrows were as sharp as a knife.

She nailed a silver brow nail on her brow bone. As she raised her eyebrows, the brow nail reflected the sunlight, making her look even more murderous.

Mirage also stared at her steadfastly, grabbed her wrist and said, "Didn't you say that the person ran away? Give me the gun."

She looked enough, looked mockingly at Mirage's sweating and trembling legs, and said, "I'll wait for you to beg me again."

Mirage heard this and smiled: "Fu Yousi, if I die...will you be willing?"

He leaned closer to Fu Yousi, his whole body seemed to be touched by the coldness of the basement, and his words were full of coldness: "Who will take you to that country to avenge your father? Reunite with your mother who was buried in a foreign country?"

Fu Yousi remained expressionless, raised his chin unwilling to admit defeat, and said, "Then you'd better spare your life, if you commit suicide after becoming addicted to drugs, you won't live to the day when your father-killer and enemy die."

Mirage walked to the stairs quickly, took the submachine gun that Fu Yousi was carrying on his back in his hand, weighed it, and then said condescendingly: "It's easy to say."

He looked at the raging sunlight above his head, and repeated: "It's easy to say."