City-wide ban

While Qi Luyao was still staring at the garbled characters on the screen, his phone suddenly received a message from Zheng Yiyang.

There is only one picture, and coincidentally, it is still full of garbled characters.

This is the result of his "exchange" with Zheng Yiyang.

——He provided Zheng Yiyang with a few paths to avoid in the future as much as possible, and Zheng Yiyang provided him with information about the "prophet".

"You can read the information when it is sent, but it will become garbled characters after taking screenshots or taking pictures with any recording equipment. Now the source files have been automatically destroyed."

According to what was agreed at the beginning, Zheng Ye would not tell him the specific content of what the "prophet" said, but just showed him the appearance of the message after it was garbled.

After thinking about it, Qi Luyao suddenly had an idea, intercepted the picture sent by Zheng Yiyang, and a small piece of insignificant code selected from Ou Wenlin's computer, packaged them together and sent them to Xia Xinghe.

"There are garbled characters in the document. I don't know what's going on. I want to ask you to help me."

After the joy yesterday, the relationship between the two became somewhat unspeakable.

Qi Luyao's thought of "avoiding suspicion" once again gained the upper hand, so he put on airs again inside and outside the words.

A few minutes later, Xia Xinghe called, and the air in his voice was even more stable than Qi Luyao:

"Mr. Qi, I have read the file you sent, because I have encountered a similar situation before..."

Before Xia Xinghe finished speaking, Qi Luyao interrupted:

"You met it too? When? Where?"

As long as this person is in a hurry, the so-called sense of distance will completely collapse. At that moment, Mo Lanxiang almost crawled into Xia Xinghe's nasal cavity along the phone.

So he cleared his throat over there? After adjusting his state for a long time, he opened his mouth and said:

"Yan Qing's previous call record was the time when he told us not to go to the northern suburbs. The military intercom had its own encryption program, but when I came here to choose a return visit, the file was completely damaged. After the entire export, the file was damaged. , the audio name and specific information are also garbled."

Yan Qing's audio is also garbled?

Before Qi Luyao could think about it, Xia Xinghe continued:

"I tried using GBK, Unicode, UTF-8 and various possible encodings to read, but all failed." The topic began to develop in a direction that Qi Luyao could not understand.

"It stands to reason that the common forms of garbled codes should be oral codes, pinyin codes, copy codes, etc., but the garbled forms it presents have never been encountered before, and they cannot be compared with the ASCII code table. .”

He heard Xia Xinghe say a lot in a daze, and finally heard Xia Xinghe say something he could understand:

"...According to my intuition, it seems to be an outdated coding method. Maybe you can find the corresponding code in the computer museum..."

Since entering reincarnation, Qi Luyao has been extremely sensitive to words like "outdated" and "time".

Owen Lin's documents were indeed brought by him from the past, and the "Prophet" was more or less related to reincarnation.

If it is really what he thought, then does it mean that Yan Qing's cry also came from the past?

And the "prophet" does not belong to this time, but indeed, get in touch with people from the past and present in some way?

——Maybe there really is a path between different time nodes?

Between the fragmented clues in front of him, there seemed to be an extremely secret thread connected—everything seemed to be explainable.

"I seem to have a clue." Qi Luyao held the phone, his eyes lit up, "Thanks for your reminder."

As soon as his mood turned better, Qi Luyao's instinct of talking out of his mind started to work again. He said, "As expected of my big dog."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xinghe immediately fell silent, and Qi Luyao pursed his lips belatedly.

"Please don't have a wrong self-perception." Xia Xinghe lowered his voice somewhat artificially, "We are just friends with benefits at most, there is nothing more."

Qi Luyao's first reaction was-friendship with friends?Isn't that more profitable? !

Listening to the almost decisive busy tone on the other end of the phone, and glanced at the man's tidy and sickly room, Qi Luyao was in a daze for a long time before he collected his emotions. Then he turned on the computer and searched for information about "Northern Suburbs" again. related information.

To his slight surprise, this time, its related content has been completely cleared, and even the few posts that he could see through special permissions before are completely gone.

As if realizing that someone had read it again, they erased the evidence of its existence overnight.

When Qi Luyao saw the blank search page, he couldn't help but look up—they were anxious because they guessed the direction right.

When his emotions fluctuated, Qi Luyao's glands began to work hard. This time, he didn't hide it, but walked straight to Xia Xinghe's bedside.

——It was you who said to be a buddy with benefits.

While thinking, Qi Luyao pulled Xia Xinghe's quilt away with a "wow", and the milky scent that seemed to be absent on the bed sheet instantly penetrated into his sensitive nasal cavity.

The glands were red, swollen and flaring from the stimulation of the smell and brain tonic. He laughed, letting the room overflow with his own smell, and then stretched out his fingers to smear his rich and seductive pheromone on Xia Xinghe's pillow.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the pen with the pheromone on his fingertips, and left? A note with ink orchid fragrance:

"I can fulfill my obligation as a friend with benefits at any time, I hope you will not let me down~"

Behind the rippling font, there is a little rabbit in heat?, shooting madly at the opposite big dog.

Before leaving, Qi Luyao picked up Wangcai, who was strewn all over the floor, and closed the door very quickly, for fear that his smell would escape out of the room if the door was opened for a long time.

——He wasn't worried that the other Alphas would think too much when they smelled the smell, but he was afraid that the smell would dissipate too quickly and it wouldn't smell good when Xia Xinghe came back.

Coaxing and deceiving himself like this, Qi Luyao quickly put the negative emotions behind him and became excited.

He pushed open the door, wanting to go outside to get some air. When he passed by the door of Mo Yuanyou's room, he just heard a series of rather intense noises coming from the room.

——It seems that someone went crazy inside, smashing the tables, chairs and furniture in the room indiscriminately.

"Ayou..." Lu Chai whispered from the door.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the door was knocked open by a huge force, and Lu Chai fell to the ground staggeringly, as if someone had kicked his chest very hard, and it looked very painful.

Qi Luyao subconsciously took a step back, staring at the door being closed tightly, before leaning over to ask about the situation:

"He hit you?"

Lu Chai didn't seem to expect that Qi Luyao was standing at the door, and got up from the ground in a panic:

"Teacher Qi... Ah You has been feeling unwell since he came out of the northern suburbs, can you give me some painkillers...?"

Qi Luyao frowned slightly, and made a gesture to push the door open: "Uncomfortable? Why is it uncomfortable?"

Lu Chai held his hand in a panic: "It's just a migraine, it's an old problem, and when he feels uncomfortable, he will have a bad temper..."

Of course Qi Luyao could see that this person couldn't hide his guilty conscience, he just hurried to the next door to get a box of painkillers, when Lu Chai opened the door, he could still hear the suppressed vomiting sound coming from inside.

——This is exactly the same as the symptoms of his headache disease.

"Get out!!" Mo Yuanyou almost felt the pain? The deformed sound came out from the crack of the door, and Lu Chai came out with red eyes.

When looking at Qi Luyao again, Lu Chai said in a trembling voice, "I am causing you trouble... let him rest first? Shall we..."

Lu Chai obviously wanted the meeting to end here, but Qi Luyao didn't seem to intend to let Lu Chai go, and quickly changed the subject:

"I have something to apologize to you before."

Lu Chai raised his head in surprise: "What?"

Qi Luyao looked into his eyes: "Did Mo Yuanyou be late for your date on Valentine's Day this year?"

The moment the voice fell, Lu Chai's expression fell into a complete blank, and then it was replaced by more intense tension.

He opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but Qi Luyao waited for a long time, and he didn't say a word.

"Don't be nervous." Qi Luyao suddenly laughed, "I just want to say that he happened to encounter me injured that day, so he wasted time sending me to the hospital."

Lu Chai's expression was gradually freed from confusion, and he was clearly thinking about something quickly.But still staring closely at Qi Luyao's lips, he just nodded and didn't speak.

Qi Luyao: "I just remembered that I met him recently, and I said why he looks so familiar, I never remembered it."

Qi Luyao: "At that time, I remembered that he had quarreled with you, but I brought it up specially today, just because I was afraid that there might be misunderstanding between you."

Lu Chai's expression finally relaxed, and then he forced a smile and said, "I remember, it's okay, I'm not angry anymore."

Qi Luyao still smiled: "Should it be an impressive Valentine's Day?"

Lu Chai looked away and nodded: "Yes, we rarely quarrel."

Hearing this, Qi Luyao patted him on the shoulder and sneered.

Yes, I have a deep impression - so deep that Christmas is mistakenly remembered as Valentine's Day?

He didn't say anything, but at this time Lu Chai had obviously realized it later, and his complexion was ugly.

He didn't seem to know what was wrong with him, just staring at Qi Luyao's eyes, thin sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

Qi Luyao was sure that in this state? If he asked a few more questions, the child would collapse and tell the whole story.

He just stared at Lu Chai in such an oppressive way, the words of persecution had already come to his lips...

"Bang!" The door of Mo Yuanyou's room was slammed open again, and Lu Chai almost rushed towards it as if grabbing at a straw.

At the door, Mo Yuanyou, whose face was still very pale, tightly grasped the door frame with one hand, and wrapped Lu Chai under the crook of his arm with the other?:

"Little deer, come in."

The author has something to say: Moderator: How did Painter Qi create such excellent works?

Qi Painter: Pick up a pen, draw, and then inject the soul (referring to pheromone)