[Comprehensive] It's not that there is a problem with the way I make friends

A few hours ago, at the moment when the alarm sounded at Teruhashi House, in a single apartment in Tokyo.

"What, it didn't work?" The female voice on the other end of the phone was exasperated, her voice was shrill, and her usual modesty was completely different. "Didn't you say that there is no computer that you can't get into? What about the manuscript?"

"Manuscript?"

The man wearing earphones stared at the screen, and the lines of codes that popped up were dizzying.To a layman, these are just meaningless characters, but to a 'professional' like a man, they can easily understand the meaning they express.

The beautiful scene behind the characters has always fascinated the man, and it also made him plunge into this "profession" and couldn't extricate himself-whether hacking is a profession has different answers in different aspects of society.However, this does not prevent him from being able to enjoy himself in the online world, and his originally embarrassing life has also become affluent.

For men, hacking is indeed a good 'career'.

Until today, he kicked the iron plate.

"Are you still ashamed to ask me for a manuscript?" The man took a deep breath, lowered his voice and tried to stay calm, not letting himself growl.

"You never said that it was the computer of the Akashi Zaibatsu who wanted me to hack!"

He was able to live freely until now because he has enough self-knowledge to know who can touch and who can't.So far, the red line has never been stepped on.

But I didn't expect that I thought I was just doing a little favor to my former high school classmates, but I was about to put myself in it instead.

"Akashi? That's impossible!"

Isn't that just an ordinary underage author, and a middle school student whose parents both died and who didn't receive the attention of guardians, she thought she could get it easily!How could it be possible to have a relationship with Akashi!

The female voice screamed, and it could be seen that she herself was not prepared for such a result.

Damn Ritsu Onodera, no wonder he was so persistent in the meeting before, it turned out that he knew everything, but no one said anything!I don't know how close the relationship between Teruhashi and Akashi is, and whether he will give him a head start.

No, no, she can't just rely on others and wait for death.

Akashi Zaibatsu... That's not something she can afford!

She shivered violently, suddenly felt a little out of breath, hurriedly touched her side, touched the inhaler, pressed it hard against her mouth a few times, and felt better.

"Then what should I do, you were not caught?" If you were confessed, wouldn't you be in danger?Think about it, there is no way!

The woman looked at the small apartment unwillingly. It took so much thought and hard work for her to abandon her original family, and this is how she got to where she is today.If the operation is successful this time, she will be able to become the first editor in one fell swoop!

Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!

The man wiped his face and said, "Don't worry, I still have this bit of professional ethics." He hung up the phone without waiting for the woman's reply.

Then, he sneered loudly at the hung up phone.

Grasp?Of course he won't be caught, but that doesn't stop him from finding something to do with this woman who caused him so much trouble.

The man's crooked mind flickered, and then he was forced into a cold sweat by the new code that appeared on the computer.

"This can't work." He bit the nail on his thumb anxiously, pulled out the keyboard, and tapped quickly with both hands.But the more he knocked, the faster the cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and even stayed along his cheeks.

He is not the opposite opponent at all.

This is not a war of equals—it is not about differences in personal skills, nor is it about men making excuses for their obvious failures, but that the resources and authority of the two parties are not at the same level at all.

He has been able to persist to this level, and he has lived up to his reputation in the Internet.

The man pushed the keyboard and stared blankly at the computer for a while.

After a long while, he wiped his cheeks with his sleeve, dragged the keyboard over again, tapped a few times, and quickly wrote a small program.

I don't know how long it can be delayed.

As the man thought about it, he jumped up from the swivel chair and ran to the bedroom.Pulling out the drawer of the bedside table, without even looking at the gold watch and the large sum of cash inside, he dumped it on the bed.

Then, he carefully removed the partition of the drawer and took out a business card with only one line of numbers written on it.

is a call.

A man in a black suit had given him the card a year earlier.He never thought about making the call, as he said before, he knew what could and couldn't be touched.

But by a strange coincidence, he still kept the business card.

Perhaps, deep down in his heart, he knew that one day he might be able to use it.

And now is the time to make that call.

Zhaoqiao house.

"Mikiko Takenaka?" Teruhashi thought back in confusion, but his excellent memory didn't give him feedback, and finally he shook his head at Qimu.

"What's up with her?"

[She died. ]

Metropolitan Police Department Search Section [-].

"Takagi, Sato." Mu Mushisan, who had a round face and figure, hung up the phone in his hand, poked his head out from behind the office door, and called out to his two competent subordinates.

"Police department?" The capable Sato pushed away the chair, strode across the corridor, and walked into the extremely small office opposite Memu Shisan, which was full of paper files.

"Where's Takagi?"

"Yesterday's speed robber, he went to find an informant among the local gangsters to find out the situation."

"Then don't wait for him, let's go first."

While walking on the road, Megure Police Department briefly explained the situation.

"Suicide?" Sato asked rhetorically, and then shook his head while answering the question himself, "I haven't seen the scene, so it's hard to say."

Mu Mushisan nodded, and said, "The crime scene is in the editorial office of Onodera Publishing House, so you can ask Takagi to rush there."

"The drive-by robbery..."

"I have already transferred it to the Baima Police Department. The top priority is to solve the current case!"

"Yes!"

Onodera Publishing House is a well-known publishing house in the industry, and the editorial department is naturally located in a commercial office building in a well-known location in Tokyo, renting the upper and lower floors.

When the Megure Police Department and Sato arrived, the forensic doctor who had arrived earlier had already squatted beside the corpse for inspection, and a yellow line prohibiting approaching was also drawn at the scene.

"She's a beauty!"

Sato pulled up the yellow line and got in. When he saw Mikiko Takenaka lying on the ground, he was stunned and couldn't help but sigh regretfully.

"Who says it's not!" The male forensic doctor shook his head, "I rarely see such slender and powerful muscle groups from women's bodies. It's a pity."

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Sato who came in, and said with a smile: "Isn't the Sato who is good at judo has more beautiful muscles?"

Facing the forensic doctor's knife-like eyes, which seemed to cut her skin open, he turned a blind eye to the past as usual: "Death time?"

"An hour ago." He raised his head, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and said, "About two o'clock to four o'clock. The skin was blue, the blood vessels in the eyeballs burst, and there were strangle marks on the neck. The marks were red and swollen. It fits the characteristics of hanged death. Specifically, we will not know until this beauty is on my dissecting table."

"Is it really suicide?"

"I didn't say that." The forensic doctor stood up and shrugged, took off the latex gloves on his hands, and made two crisp sounds.He turned around and called two hard-working interns to come over, put the corpse into a black bag, put it on a gurney and rolled it out.

"The rest are yours." The forensic doctor waved his hand smartly. If he hadn't heard his aesthetics about muscle groups, he would still be able to attract the little girls' attention.

It's a pity that Sato was well aware of this person's virtue, so he didn't have the slightest intention of talking to him, so he concentrated on searching the scene.

"How is it?" Just talked with the president of Onodera Publishing House who came in a hurry, and got the promise of full cooperation from the other party, Mu Mushisan pushed open the door and approached the scene.

The scene was the deceased's independent office. In this place where every inch of land was expensive, having such an office showed that the deceased's achievements were as difficult to ignore as her face.

It's just that the people coming and going inside are all forensic personnel from the Search Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.They stepped on white shoe covers and wore the same white latex gloves on their hands. They carefully packed everything in the office that seemed to be related to the deceased in evidence bags and put them into cardboard boxes with the deceased's name on them.

"It was indeed hanged." Miwako Sato bent down and carefully inspected the area around the deceased, helping colleagues from the forensics department by the way.

Mu Mu Shisan's eyes fell on the chair with two obvious footprints on it, and asked, "Did you find the suicide note at the scene?"

"No, not a single piece of paper."

Miwako Sato was also thinking about the same question now, and she walked around the desk that seemed to be vacant after cleaning up several times in confusion.

"Reply from the Sato Police Department?"

"What's the matter?" The beautiful female police officer Zou raised her brows and turned to the forensic officer who interrupted suddenly.

The little forensic officer was stiffened by her look, and two blushes appeared on his face.

He hurriedly gestured to the computer standing alone on the table, and asked, "Do you want to move the computer too?"

"Of course!" Sato replied without thinking, but found that the forensic officer stood there and looked at her in embarrassment.

She looked behind her, and suddenly realized that she was blocking the way, and the other party was actually reminding him tactfully just now, and hurriedly stepped aside in embarrassment.

The desk is leaning against the wall. If the forensic officer wants to remove the computer, he must drill down to remove the main box inside.

He opened the cabinet in the lower left corner dedicated to the mainframe, and found that the switch key of the chassis was lit with a blue light and made a humming sound.

Out of habit, the forensic personnel did not directly unplug the power, but stood up and tried to turn off the machine first.

As a result, as soon as the mouse was moved, the screen exited the pitch-black screen saver state, revealing the contents inside.

As soon as Sato raised his eyes, he saw the document opened on the screen, and he couldn't help but exchanged glances with Mekushisan.

That's right, editors are used to working with computers, so of course suicide notes may be written on computers.

A few minutes later, Mu Mu Shisan looked serious after reading the contents of the suicide note.

"I remember that the Metropolitan Police Department took over a cybercrime case today? Sato, go and coordinate with them and exchange information between the two sides. Whether the deceased committed suicide or not, it has nothing to do with that case."

"Yes!"

Mu Mu thought for a while, walked out of the scene, and found the boss of the deceased, the editor-in-chief of the art department: "May I ask who Liushenyue is, we need him to cooperate with the investigation."