Christine Literary Center, Yongning, Xining Development Zone.

When the dynasty was very distressed and tried to connect to the wireless network, a middle-aged man with a mild temperament just pressed the elevator of the Arts Center, and the basement was filled with a completely different coolness from the ground. Say hello to the people in the monitoring room.

The elevator went up from the negative second floor and stopped on the second floor.

The middle-aged man walked out of the elevator with his backpack and walked towards the entrance of the Central Auditorium.

Attend the fan meeting, oh no, the flow of people attending the memorial service is constantly crowding towards the central performing arts hall.

The central hall where all seats are open can hold nearly 5,000 people. In the public area at the entrance of the hall, there are many girls who have not yet entered the venue but have a sad expression. Some of them are crouching by the wall and crying. .

The middle-aged man passed between them. His backpack happened to scratch the pendant on one of the girls' backpacks. The two entangled, and the middle-aged man was forced to stop.

"I'm so sorry." He apologized to the girl first.

The girl tried to take off her backpack, but was prevented.

"It doesn't matter, I'll do it myself."

He asked the girl to turn her back, slightly unzip some of the girl's backpacks, and then unhook the hooks linking her backpack, gently restoring.

Perhaps the voice of the middle-aged person is clearer and clearer than the cello music played on the radio, or the casual suit and t-shirt on his body seem to be casual but show a strong artist temperament. The girl suddenly I really wanted to talk to this man like his father before me, but before she spoke, the middle-aged man greeted her in advance, showed a very modest and polite smile, and then turned to leave.

Probably some kind of orchestra musician who will be performing in the center. The girl reluctantly turned back, thinking with some regret.

...

Kristin Performance Center entrance.

Mu Wenhua hurried up the long staircase, and she burst into a mess but had no time to sort it out. When she slept last night, her daughter gave her a sweet good night kiss. She fell into deep sleep with a very good vision and waited for her. When I woke up in the morning to make breakfast, the thunderbolt split from the beginning.

After broadcasting today's weather, the host broadcast a breaking news in a very serious and sad tone.

When Mu Wenhua heard the news, she nearly knocked over the pan on the gas, and she died, depression, suicide, how could this be possible?

There was a sound of her husband laughing with her little daughter at the dining table in the living room, but the laughter stopped because of this news. She was still very happy when she grabbed the ticket that day. Her husband also thought very much that she would bring it at home. Child, let her rest assured to go to the fan meeting, but now she is dead, what is she going to see?

Mu Wenhua squatted down in the kitchen in a haunting mood. She didn't cry at first. She didn't cry until the sound of footsteps and the sound of off gas came.

A pair of wide palms touched her back, she was tightly held in her lover's arms, tears were left behind, and she burst into tears.

She remembered crying for a long time, the pain that was about to be fulfilled but was awakened by the head. She had experienced it many years ago, and now she seems to be returning to the 18-year-old summer vacation. Yan Xia, only this time, the people who scolded her became those who loved her.

Her lover said to her, "Let's go, I'll go with you. Anyway, you still want to go?"

Mu Wenhua wiped away her tears and nodded hard.

They drove from Yongchuan Avenue to Xining Development Zone. The traffic jam was very serious along the way. The announcement of the meeting was cancelled in the car radio, and they were talking about depression. Mu Wenhua used her mobile phone to board the bewithyou restlessly. When she saw the top discussion post, she resolutely replied: Even if the meeting will be cancelled, I want to go.

Later, she received a text message from the fan club that the meeting would be held as scheduled, and she felt a bit of contentment in her heart. No matter what, the 18-year-old summer vacation she could not achieve, she can finally achieve it today.

The husband sent her to the door of the Performing Arts Center and told her that she would take her daughter to a bookstore in a nearby building to play for a while. She was relieved, and finally gave her a soothing kiss.

She hurried upstairs because she was so anxious that she didn't see anyone passing by. When she found it too late to brake, she bumped into the other person.

The other party took two steps back, held her, and said softly, "Be careful."

Then she realized that she had hit a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. The middle-aged man was carrying a black backpack, his eyes were gentle, and the sad cello was playing in the hall. She stood upright and watched the middle-aged man. Walking on the low stringed sounds, I walked into the darkness far away.

...

Heng Xiao is the most common male secretary in the general manager's office of the Kristen Performing Arts Center. When he received a phone call from the police, he was still chatting with his girlfriend on WeChat.

Before putting down the phone, the last sentence he replied was: Do n’t come here for fun, the main hall is crowded.

He picked up the phone and the cello sounded suddenly.

The person on the other side of the phone claimed to be a criminal police officer, because he received a report that someone had installed a bomb in the arts center. Although it might be a false alarm, he still needed to know about the center for security reasons, and asked the arts center to start an emergency immediately Plan to start an orderly evacuation of the crowd.

When he first heard the news, Heng Xiao felt a panic in his heart, but he couldn't help but think that this might be a prank, yeah, there were so many news of lying about the bomb alarm. Maybe somebody faked the alarm?

"I'll call you to our general manager's office." He said, standing up, watching the hordes of people downstairs.

...

The middle-aged man with a backpack went a long way. He finally sat down slowly in the rest area at the end of the promenade. On the left hand side, he was the last safety exit on the entire floor, compared to the central hall. The sight of heaven is not even personal here.

He lowered his backpack, pulled a sandwich out of it, and stomped patiently.

The aunt in charge looked at the sandwich man inexplicably, and dragged the mop towards his feet.

The middle-aged man moved his feet in a good temper, took a bite of bread, and exposed the bright red ham sandwich inside.

Auntie Clean asked, "Did you send your daughter to the concert?"

The middle-aged laughed again and showed very good education: "Yeah."

"But wasn't the star of the concert dead?"

"My daughter likes it, and I can't help it." He stood up helplessly, took the last sip, threw the sandwich plastic paper with the outer paper bag into the trash can, and walked down the safe passage.

...

A reminder of the train's upcoming arrival at Xining Square Station is playing in the subway car.

Lin Chen looked up and instructed the lamp. There are still two stops away from Kristin Art Center.

Just now, news came from Jiang Chao that most of the police force of the Ludi Lake Fire Squadron was deployed to rescue the serial collision accident caused by the spontaneous combustion of vehicles in the tunnel at the bottom of the lake. There was an attack, otherwise the random deployment of fire forces would be detrimental to the fire safety of other areas of the city. What if the tigers were relocated?

The other person said so.

Lin Chen looked at Xun Conglian.

Xing Liangang ended the phone call with the general manager of Yongchuan Kristin Art Center. The general manager at the other end of the phone also had a similar meaning. The bomb attack warning was of course a reason he fabricated, but he was also unable to think of anything else. Reasons to make the other person relatively nervous without panic too much.

The manager has a relatively good attitude. He said in a very cooperative tone: "Yes, I understand. I will report the traffic data you want immediately, but I really don't know you. What can you prove to yourself? Is it a way of identity, or you can ask any leader of the development zone to give me a call. But I will arrange the work immediately, and when the superior leader calls, I will start. "

He finished talking and hung up.

While looking at the floor plan of Literary and Art Center, Xun Conglian couldn't help but call Jiang Chao again.

"Can you contact the leaders of the Xining Development Zone and ask them to call the manager of the Arts Center to help me confirm my identity."

"Old punishment, old punishment, do you really use me as a secretary? I am now half a dozen by myself. How many leaders call to ask me if my brain is broken. If nothing happens in the end, I guess we can't escape the warning and maybe we will be dismissed. "

"Where are you now?" Xun Conglian asked.

"Laozi just got on the subway. I just notified all levels of the city, but the leaders’ opinions are all the same. You have to have evidence. It is not sufficient to justify the suicide of Song Shen by speculating that the dark network will conduct a second live broadcast. Yes, as long as you have sufficient evidence, the strength of the city is yours! "

Lin Chen listened to these words. However, the dynasty searched for live content on the dark network all the time as soon as he stepped on the jeep, but he glanced at the time, leaving 15 minutes to meet. The meeting will be confirmed in a short time. This is simply not possible.

"You once said that you feel that the source code of the Royal One mobile phone is very familiar. Have you compared the live website code with the Royal One mobile phone software code?"

Lin Chen couldn't help asking the dynasty. Although he also knew very well that the young man's style of work couldn't compare the two, but at this critical moment, he could only ask like this.

"Of course, I have compared with Achen. I have even compared Yang Dianfeng's silly foot wrap system. It should not be written by the same person."

Xing Lian hung up the phone, and continued to look at the drawings, and asked him again: "Consultant Lin, based on your understanding of these people, how will they act this time?"

"Our last operation has destroyed their stronghold, so they cannot organize enough manpower in a short period of time, and this operation is more like revenge. If you have no error in the judgment of that eavesdropper, then they have control The power of the United States should not be underestimated. We are not facing small criminal gangs, but more likely to be medium to large criminal organizations. "

"That is to say, the other party's technology might be above us, such as the ability to control computer networks?" Xun Conglian asked.

"Boss, although it's urgent now, I'm still upset that you say so!"

Xing Cong held down his tablet with **** and enlarged the art center's drawing three times, and asked the dynasty: "Have you ever seen the management system of Kristin Art Center when you went to the crime evidence of Li Jingtian's case last time?"

The dynasty took a sip of cool air: "I do seem to have seen those eyes or two!"

"I rely on your boss to say that!" The young man said as he wanted to cut into the network of the Arts Center, but for some reason, he could not even open the homepage of the website of the Arts Center.

"I want to get off the car, I want to get off the car!" The dynasty patted the computer irritably, and then fell to the machine.

"What's going on?" Xing Conglian asked.

"I can't even connect to the art center intranet."

"The firewall is too powerful?"

"No, no ..." the dynasty said with great panic, "If this happens, there is only one possibility ..."

"what?"

"Someone disconnected the network manually, either cutting the fiber-optic cable or burning the telecommunications distribution box."

...

In fact, the first person to discover the problem with the central network was not the dynasty, but Heng Xiao, the male secretary in the general manager's office, because his last WeChat message he wanted to send to his girlfriend showed that the sending failed.

The sound of many employees desperately clicking the mouse rang in the office, and the whispering sounds gradually sounded.

The general manager rushed out of the office and quickly said to him: "Notify the staff members to take up their posts, prepare to start the emergency plan and start to evacuate the audience."

Heng Xiao looked at his boss and stunned: "You say, evacuate the audience?"

The general manager glanced at the office and asked, "What's going on, what are you doing, don't you have long ears?"

"Manager, our network is down ..." Heng Xiao said timidly.

"The internet broke and called the telecommunications company to tell me what's the use?" The manager said, and suddenly thought of something. He looked pale and ironed out quickly, quickly pulled out his cell phone, and dialed back the call.

"Hi Mr. Police Officer, our network is down. We can't get the traffic data for the time being. I'm going to the monitoring room now." The manager rushed out of the office as he ran out of the door. He still yelled at his subordinates. Said, "Go work, save people!"

The violin music in the hall is about to reach its peak. Among them, there is a kind of turbulent meaning of rolling sea waves.

...

Mu Wenhua finally squeezed into the main performance hall and found her seat.

There are three floors in the main performing arts hall. It is said that the fan meeting was originally only open on the half floor, but now, Mu Wenhua saw that there were people sitting in the corner of the third floor.

She put down her bag and sent a message to her husband that she had arrived safely. Then she opened the bag and lay there quietly an old CD she had intended to sign for her voice.

At this moment, the broadcast sounded: "The Kristin Art Center will be closed due to a circuit failure or other reasons. Please find the nearest safe exit and leave the venue in an orderly manner."

Mu Wenhua couldn't help but clenched her strap, she suddenly remembered her daughter.

...

Lin Chen followed the punishment and rushed out of the subway from the Lian Dynasty. The towering Christian Art Center appeared in front of them.

The people at the police station in Xining Development Zone have arrived. The director led the team and saw Xun Conglian. The sweaty police station hurriedly said, "Lao Jiang has told us the situation, and we will immediately receive the news. Coming up, now the first step is to evacuate the masses, right? "

His voice didn't fall, and there seemed to be a muffled sound from the literary center not far away.

The crowd has followed the staff's instructions to evacuate one after another, and the flow of people has been turbulent. However, the sudden noise made them settle on the spot and looked back.

With the eyes of those people facing the dazzling sun, Lin Chen looked towards the Literary and Art Center. If he heard it correctly, it was a very dull sound just now. It should be the sound of a small explosive device.

They had no time to breathe, and then ran up the steps against the flow of people.

Xing Conglian's cell phone rang again. The ringing sounded like a reminder. Lin Chen never felt that running constantly was so exhausting.

As soon as they rushed into the lobby, the deafening fire alarm sounded again, and there was no visible light in his field of vision, but the ringing bell that struck the eardrum was enough to make anyone's vision blank, those terrified faces, crazy screaming The long hair thrown by the girl, the gray-stained sneakers of the boy, everything seemed like a color palette that kept stirring, dizzying, Lin Chen stopped and tried to breathe.

"What's going on inside?" Xun Conglian asked, holding a boy who looked less flustered.

Perhaps his extraordinary calmness was highly infectious, and the boy also clearly answered with the regulations: "The staff just evacuated us, and a trash can exploded on the second floor. I heard people say there is something inside on fire!"

A slight cello sound came from inside the building, the strings trembled and the song was loud, as if flames were pouring out.

The police officers of Xining Police Station rushed into the hall against the flow of people. Lin Chen was about to keep up, but was held by the prisoner: "Where do you think that Mr. Meijing will be?"

"Surely not in this literary and art center." Lin Chen stood upright, and soon understood the meaning of the sentence Xun Conglian asked, and his heart was immediately clear. "If it is my deliberate intention to create a tragedy, I will not leave it Too far, I must watch the turmoil with my own eyes, I must watch here. "He looked around. There are construction sites around the Christian Art Center, and there are only three completed buildings nearby. Then, the best view is there. Someone in that building may be showing a very happy smile overlooking the chaos.

"Dynasty, do me a favor and figure out which of the three buildings has the best view."

The young man's talented imagination of space planning was exerted to the extreme again. He looked at the three tall buildings around him, then pointed at one of them, and said to him, "That's the one."

While talking, suddenly a stream of water sprayed from the ceiling. Many people were screamed again by the cold water. Lin Chen looked up and found that the automatic sprinkler system in the art center started to work, but there was no fire in the lobby on the first floor, like Chris. A fire protection system built in a place like Ting Wen Yi Center must be very good, but he suddenly thought of the network that had just been disconnected, and only felt more worried.

But whether it is a fire protection system or a building intelligent control system, these things are not his expertise at all.

"I'm going there." He pointed to the tall building outside the door, and said decisively to Xun Lianlian.

"Lin Chen!" The moment he turned around, Xun Conglian suddenly called out to him.

Lin Chen turned abruptly, the explosion sounded, the cello sound stopped, and the water spray on the ceiling reached the end of the crossbow. Lin Chen was shocked to find that the fire shutter originally used to separate the fire in the large space began to slowly descend.

The crowd began to scream again.

Everyone madly wanted to pass before the shutter was closed, but at that moment, Lin Chen found that the faces of everyone around him had disappeared, and he could only see Xinglianlian.

Even though the crowd was crowding like waves crashing on the shore, Xun Conglian still stood firmly, standing on top of a reef.

Lin Chen watched what he pulled out from the waist and threw it hard. He reached for it, feeling cold in his hands, and lowered his head, only to find that Xun Conglian had thrown a gun with him.

When he looked up again, the gates fell, and the cold, ruthless silver gray separated them.

The screams were still around, and he could no longer see Xing Conglian.