一个真正拥有真正技能的黑客仍然是一个影子,潜伏在普通人无法到达的看不见的高处,并在那些敢于注意到的人心中产生恐惧.
别名"Q".
一个谜——性别未知,姓名未知,年龄未知,外貌未知.
三个月前,有七名大学生在国外失踪.大使馆试图通过外国卫星追踪他们的下落,但事实证明,由于情况涉及军用级卫星,努力是徒劳的.
此事在国内引起了巨大轰动,互联网上充斥着愤怒和谴责.
当大使馆的成员不知所措时,一名黑客从阴影中出现,破坏了外国的军事防御卫星系统.
可用的信息很少.大使馆官员看到的只是痕迹末尾的代码"Q".
一位从未参加过黑帽会议的不起眼的平民黑客,但由于这一大胆的行为,他一跃成为黑客社区的顶峰,被拿来与世界上最伟大的五位黑客相提并论.
国际刑警组织立即注意到了这一点.
从那时起,"Q"这个别名就成为了家喻户晓的名字,成为神秘的象征,并被称为现代黑客教父.
由于这一事件,今年计算机科学专业的入学分数达到了令人恐惧的新高度.
围绕"Q"的传说在许多版本中流传开来,但从来没有人设法发现任何一条线索.
头也不抬,独自一人在房间里的秦然漫不经心地说话,姿态无忧无虑,手里拿着一条在灯光下冰冷苍白如大理石的毛巾."电话结束了."
"这么早?"顾锡驰轻笑一声,向电话那头的人道谢,目光移回手机屏幕.他顿了顿,然后在秦然准备结束连接时补充道:"萧然,你现在处于危险状态.
那天晚上,在恒川第一中学.
学校医务室,灯光柔和.
女孩坐在医生对面,一只手按在左脸颊上,表情无精打采.
"止痛药和甲硝唑.它只会暂时减轻疼痛;明天你还需要去一家更大的医院,"年轻人坐在椅子上说,一手拿着两盒药,另一只手写了一张纸条."我给你的班主任写一张纸条,请原谅你."
左耳的耳环捕捉到了光线,它的光芒冰冷而锋利.
这个年轻人五官精致,头发染了几条银色的条纹,这种风格近乎大胆.
"谢谢."女孩刷了刷校园卡,露出了感激的眼神,尽管牙齿的疼痛让她的举止保持着柔和和虚弱.
年轻人挥手表达了她的感激之情,放下笔,转头看向房间的后面."君爷."
女孩转过身来,她注意到角落里有一张沙发.在它身边随意地休息着一只手——长而细长,优雅,指关节突出,是一只艺术家的手.
小伙子摸了摸耳环,轻声说道:"八点钟了.
"这个任务难吗?"
这几天不在的程军,显然很疲惫.他懒洋洋地回应了一声"嗯",然后继续说道:"我去找江东野了.
他没有进一步详细说明;他的行动总是笼罩在神秘之中,以至于即使是程家的长辈也很少知道他的计划.这位年轻人没有追问更多细节.
他站起来,用一只手撑在沙发的一侧.
他的黑色衬衫袖子微微卷起,露出了半边手腕.
他的眼睛微妙地倾斜着,带着一种冷漠的气息,但它们的形状却是如此迷人,即使没有微笑,它们也像黎明时分的水一样闪烁着光芒.
晨光下的一朵白玫瑰.
短暂的停顿后,他轻轻按摩了按摩手腕,毫不费力地平静地说:"我们回去吧.
年轻人立即上前,恭敬地走在前面.
程军,这位著名的程家继承人,也是京城臭名昭著的人物,十六岁就开始了他的创业之旅.他中途就把公司交给了姐姐,现在公司已经跻身全国前五.
十七岁时,他萌生了一个与团队一起研究机器人技术的疯狂想法,现在他的作品在国际展馆展出.
At eighteen, he took on a role as a neighborhood patrolman.
...
At twenty-one, he became a chief surgeon at the Second Hospital of the capital.
However, what set him apart from others in the medical field was the fact that he performed only one surgery a month—an operation that was in such high demand that there was no price too high for it.
Why? Because his hands were known as "God's Hands."
And yet, despite his prestigious background, he was not in the capital doing what others expected of him. Instead, he worked as a school doctor in an ordinary school, but unlike others, he had an assistant. All the work was left to his assistant.
A descendant of noble bloodlines, who, in the end, chose neither the military, the political scene, nor business, and who, even though holding a degree from a foreign university, did not attend classes.
Unlike other aristocrats, his lack of ambition seemed almost excessive.
And yet, in the capital, even the Cheng family's elder doted on him excessively, much to the confusion of those around him. Why did the old patriarch, known for his strictness, shower such affection on a son who seemed so uninterested in progressing?
"Click—"
The door to the infirmary locked.
The girl stood motionless, her grip on the medication, seemingly frozen.
After a long moment, as the shadowed figure faded from view, she finally reacted, wincing as she pressed her hand to her left cheek.
It hurt!
The following morning.
Qin Ran descended the stairs for breakfast, her entire being wrapped in an oppressive aura.
The faint redness beneath her eyes hinted at either a bad mood or a sleepless night.
"Later, Assistant Chen will take you to Hengchuan First," Ning Qing placed her chopsticks down, her gaze lifting to meet Qin Ran's. "I've made an appointment with a specialist to see your grandmother."
Earlier, when Qin Yu started school, Ning Qing had personally escorted her. Now, however, she could not afford to show this same level of care.
She would also have to face the Lin family's relatives, who were always eager to watch the drama unfold. Ning Qing gritted her teeth in frustration.
She wished Qin Ran were more cooperative, but as long as Qin Yu was content, she would be satisfied.
Lin Qi, holding a newspaper in one hand and a phone in the other, walked into the living room.
Ning Qing asked him what was wrong.
Lin Qi appeared uncomfortable. "It's about Ran Ran," he said, looking at Qin Ran with a tone of apology. "I'm sorry, but Director Ding just replied, and it seems unlikely that you'll be able to enter Hengchuan First."
Ning Qing's fingers tightened, her embarrassment evident as Lin Qi's words cut into her.
Qin Yu finished her milk, grabbed the bag handed to her by Zhang Sao, and stood up. "Dad, Hengchuan First is easy to get into. Why can't sister make it?"
Her head tilted slightly, her voice full of innocence and confusion.
Ning Qing's fingers trembled, and the servants' gazes were uncomfortable, as if she had been exposed in some way. She felt utterly mortified.
"Go to class first. You'll be late," Lin Qi looked at Qin Yu with a sense of helplessness.
He then turned to Qin Ran and said, "This is my mistake. Wende High has excellent faculty too, doesn't it, Yu'er?"
Qin Yu couldn't help but smile, nodding before grabbing her bag and heading for the door.
Qin Ran, still irritated from waking up, didn't outwardly express her frustration.
Her head was lowered, a piece of fried dough in her mouth, her long lashes casting shadows over her strikingly beautiful eyes.
"Ah, no need to trouble you, Uncle," her voice, though restrained, carried an air of defiance and indifference as she casually added, "I have a recommendation letter from the principal of Hengchuan First."