48 Hours a Day

“Reya, a second-year student at the Music Department of Pierremondes University, herself did not know what was going on between her brother Edward and the Black Nest. Before Edward left the Black Nest, he simply hurried to send her an encrypted e-mail. The Black Nest people took great effort to crack the encrypted e-mail and found that it was only a 60-second animation of SpongeBob. ”

“It's very Edwardian.” The little boy praised.

“So she didn't know she was in trouble, did she? ”

“Yes,” said Ma Tai, “this is also the difficult part of this rescue operation. We didn't know each other. I wanted to contact Leah in advance and tell her the truth, but now she's under close surveillance. Her cell phone, computer, mailbox, and social network are completely transparent for the black nest, and they haven't tried to use her as bait. If we don't have to live online to contact her, they'll find out. ”

“Our previous plan was to paralyze the network that monitored her, but how to convince her that there was no good way to follow us for the time being.” Philip scratched his head, "and she might think of us as human traffickers. ”

“Do you have any more details about her?” Zhang Heng looked at the blue-haired girl on the screen and asked.

The ponytail man looked at Waldo.

“Is it finally my turn?” The latter rubbed his hands, hey, smiled, pulled a flash drive out of his pocket and plugged it into his computer, then tapped on the folder.

“What is this? ”

“Everything you can find online about her, including blogs, little Christmas videos on INS, the names of dogs she likes, boys she secretly fell in love with in junior high school, lipstick models... although we can't reach her, logging into her various social accounts, sneaking around on them, I can still do that. ”

“Can I also learn this technique?” Zhang Heng did not rush to open the information, but asked Waldo.

“Of course, I have dozens of ways to hack into social accounts, some of which don't even require you to have too much computer knowledge.” Waldo is confident when it comes to his areas of expertise.

The little boy snorted coldly. She had changed her attitude towards Zhang Heng because of her handsome attitude and proactive reconciliation. As a result, she now sees that the latter is interested in invading social accounts, and her liking has begun to decline in a straight line.

At this time, Horsetail man coughed twice, interrupting two people, "Well... let's discuss this in private later, let's focus on what we need to do now. ”

Zhang Heng had no objection to this, and he needed the technology to hack into his online account in order to continue investigating what happened 17 years ago.

But it's not too soon, after all, it's less than a day before the game starts.

Zhang Heng then used the time on the plane to browse through all the information about Raya on the USB drive, and had a rough idea before landing.

“Impersonating Gaspard?” The ponytail man was surprised.

“Yes, Gaspard is one of Raya's closest people, they met in an online music group a year and a half ago, and in the time that followed, they sent each other thousands of emails and tens of thousands of texts, each treating each other as their best friends, and most importantly, they haven't met yet, and Raya doesn't necessarily believe what we're saying, but instead of Gaspard, she'll just make up an excuse and she'll leave with us. ”

“That's a good idea… but it's not easy to work with.” Philip grabbed his hair and subconsciously realized that he had no idea that if he was pretending to be Gaspard, the probability and Raya would have been torn apart without two sentences, and that the rest of the 01 guerrillas, though better than him in acting, would have been limited.

So Zhang Hengdao in silence, "I'll do it. ”

Waldo almost didn't spray the lemonade out of his hand, "Come on, you're Asian, right?! It's the most unlikely of us. ”

“Have they discussed skin tone issues in their email and text transcripts? ”

“Wait...” Waldo searched for a few keywords and found that the two of them had discussed the survival of minority societies and the musical styles they had developed, but had not talked about their skin tone.

“In that case, but you don't look French, and do you know music well? This kind of thing will show up when you talk. ”

“I've played some pianos, but I don't know much about pop music in France, but don't worry, they won't be a problem until tomorrow.” Zhang Heng looked at the watch. Twenty hours have passed since he entered the copy. Based on the flow rate of this copy, he will enter the parallel copy for another 10 hours, where he will have nearly a year to integrate into France and study some popular music knowledge.

There is also a group of people from the 01 guerrilla team to give him a logistics team, so we can't connect in real time.

…………

The aircraft landed at Grenoble airport.

Waldo stretched out a big lazy waist, fell in love and left his first class seat. After disembarking from the plane, he and half a prime went through the car rental process, the ponytail man went to pick up his luggage, and Philip connected to the wifi to handle the work he had accumulated for several days.

There was Zhang Heng and the little boy, who made it clear that they didn't want to deal with someone, while wearing headphones, they took out the console and played.

Surprisingly, she's playing an ancient game that can't be said to be too antique.

- Russian squares.

Invented in 1984 by Russians Alexei Pakitenov, this casual little game scored by moving, rotating and arranging various squares into a complete line of eliminations that once prevailed all over the world.

However, the program of the game was obviously revamped by the little boy. Generally speaking, the difficulty of the Russian square would increase over time, but in her hands, it was at the highest level of difficulty, and the building blocks fell out of the air like a storm, and the little boy concentrated his attention, dancing with his fingertips, and dragged a piece of building block rotationally to the desired position.

You can see that this game tests the player's eyesight, hand speed, and ability to think.

The little boy lasted about two and a half minutes and eventually lost.

“Can I try?” Zhang Heng opened his mouth beside him.

The little boy hesitated for a moment and wanted to say that you couldn't play the game, but remembered the horse tail man's warning to her before leaving, so that she wouldn't have to go into any further conflict with Zhang Heng. She could only reluctantly put the console in Zhang Heng's hands.