The website went out.

Like the dim ghost fire in the wilderness, it came silently when it came, and went out with the wind when it went.

Countless people who are watching the dark web witness this moment together.

Some people think that this is a network failure, some people think that the government has taken sudden network restrictions, and some people think that it is the latter who has prepared for the next round of action. Everyone has different understanding of the same phenomenon. No splashes.

Similarly, the members of the organization who have been waiting for the next round of poisoning operations thought that this was a normal adjustment, and there was nothing unexpected.

The only thing that responded was the person who lost control of the site.

At midnight, the lights of the beef noodle restaurant in the business district were still on.

Some office workers who work overtime all night are still eating and the boss is still busy.

There are three or four programmers who are just off work waiting for meals with a weak face.

The boss was surrounded by an apron, as if the shop was filled with friends, and he cooked a pot of noodles with delight.

Beside him was a large pot of red oil still on the coal stove, white noodle soup rumbling and bubbling, complementing the verdant green onion at the bottom of the bowl.

The noodles floated up, the boss quickly picked up the noodles, poured a long soup base and a spoonful of red oil, and it was quite interesting.

He took off his apron, took a pair of chopsticks, and brought the bowl to the client's table.

The programmers talked about yesterday's vote, exchanged opinions on the construction of the website, and incidentally mentioned that the dark web voting website went out.

The red oil that was poured earlier on the TV has been wiped clean, but the thing is broken, so it no longer lights up, and only an incandescent lamp in the store is silently on.

The old owner took an empty bowl on the table, returned to the kitchen, put out the fire on the stove, and washed the bowl.

The process was very calm and without anger.

In the shop, the noodles of several programmers will soon be eaten up, and there is only a thin layer of soup in the bowl.

The old shop owner set the bowl, and wiped his hands gently with the handkerchief in his pocket. The other hand took out the mobile phone, made a simple call, and walked towards the door.

"Go ahead," he said.

The voice sounded dimly in the dark night, and several programmers subconsciously looked at the door, welcoming their rolling shutter door that did suddenly land.

The friction of steel suddenly sounded in the open street, and it was trembling. At the last moment when the iron gate landed, a mobile phone was thrown in.

The programmers rushed to the door instantly, and a slight lock sounded at the door.

Fear and the will to survive made them desperately knock on the iron gate and yell for help, but all help was like a sinking sea.

On the ground next to them, a flash of light suddenly flashed on the phone screen.

Someone bent over to pick up the phone, but time was up.

The timing device in the beef noodle shop was reset to zero, and nearby residents heard a deafening explosion.

The flames soared into the sky, illuminating most of the night sky.

The whole shop was burning in the fire.

...

When the call was sent from the prison to the detention center, the person had returned to the command center from the Interpol office.

The moment he saw the caller ID, he felt a strong unpleasant feeling.

He answered the phone, and the police officer at the other side reported to him the matter in the interrogation room.

Afterwards, the content of the sentence was not heard clearly. He felt as if he had sunk into the water, and the voice of the policeman came from the water with an empty and fuzzy echo.

Thirty seconds later, he hung up the phone and started looking for the car key. The thing was clearly in his hand, but he still found it by touching his pocket for a long time.

In his ears, the last sentence said by the police officer was constantly echoing: Shen Lian had been sent to the hospital for rescue, and consultant Lin was with her.

Because of this sentence, his limbs were cold, but his heartbeat was heavy and painful, and he was about to come out of his throat.

He sat in the cab and took great will to tell himself that you can't drive now.

So he held the key and looked at the bar in front of the parking lot. After calming down for a while, he barely put the key in the hole.

Xing Conglian threw his phone on the dashboard, put on a Bluetooth headset, dialed Lin Chen's phone, then stepped on the accelerator and hit the steering wheel.

The car flew out of the parking lot like an arrow off the string.

The street lights passed quickly, but the waiting sound in the headset was the same. Xing Conglian felt that he was about to crush the steering wheel.

Three minutes and forty seconds later, the phone was hung up for three timeouts, and Xun Lian forced the accelerator to the bottom.

Just before he made the fourth call, the call was connected, and Xun Conglian did not respond at that time, and immediately shouted: "Lin Chen."

However, he didn't hear Lin Chen talking, but the voice of the dynasty sounded, "Boss, can you come to the rotten tower, you have to look at some things."

The anxiety and tension in the discourse of the dynasty was more than he ever had.

After a while, they said at the same time, "What happened."

Before waiting for him to answer, Wang Chaoqiang first said, "Boss, why is your throat so dumb, what's wrong with Brother Chen?"

"Shen Lian committed suicide in the detention center, in front of Lin Chen."

When Xun Lian said this, he found that his voice sounded like a wiper wiped a large area of ​​muddy water, and it was rough and horrifying.

But it wasn't his voice that surprised him, but the silence on the other end of the phone. The dynasty didn't even say the usual "lie".

The torture was followed by a beat in the heartbeat, and bad things would follow, since ancient times.

"Speak." He found his voice more hoarse.

"Boss, I know you're going to the hospital now." The dynasty said ruthlessly, "But you can't go. We are in the dark web server controlled by Mai Lin. There are some things. The action team passed some of them to me. You ... Must come and see the boss. "

After the dynasty spoke, he quickly hung up the phone without wasting a second. Obviously, in order to give him and Lin Chen time to call.

But this attitude is also very clear: Boss, you must come over.

The signal light in front changed, and Xun Lian stepped on the foot brake.

Just then, his cell phone rang again.

That happened to be a red light. In the night, Yin Hong was so **** that Xun Lian hit a spirit and looked down. It was a call from Lin Chen's number.

If Lin Chen calls back before the dynasty, he will continue to go to the hospital no matter how the sky falls, but this is a mediocre arrangement.

He connected the phone, the red light turned green, he gritted his teeth, turned the steering wheel, and turned around in the opposite direction.

In this space, there was a messy conversation at the door of the operating room of the hospital, but there was no Lin Chen's voice here, and the sentence Conglian was very sure.

"Hello ... Captain Captain, isn't it?" He asked tentatively.

The voice was stubborn, but it was particularly abrupt in the noisy background, and Xun's heart was cold.

"Where is Lin Chen?" He asked three words.

The call was answered by another person.

Listening to the voice should be a leader of the detention center.

"Yes, I am the detention center Chuwei."

Xun Leng stared coldly at the road ahead without speaking.

"The criminal squad, I'm really embarrassed. I just reported it to you, it's all a problem in our guarding process. I didn't pay attention when I sent something in ..."

The other party also said that Xun Conglian interrupted him: "Where is Lin Chen."

"Consultant Lin, just now, but I don't know how the mobile phone forgot the door of the operating room. I watched the phone ring too many times, so I let my little colleague pick it up."

"find him."

Xing Conglian was very calm, and his voice was very light. Chu Wei heard it in his ears, and felt that it was a steel wire that was stretched to the extreme. Because it was shallow and thin, he killed someone.

"I, I see ..."

Chu Wei was still talking to others, but after hearing Xun Conglian's request, he subconsciously filtered the people at the entrance of the operating room. He remembered that Lin Chenmingming was here just now, but why did he suddenly disappear?

The door of the operating room was getting crowded, and some departments sent some people to come, as well as experts from higher-level hospitals. Chu Wei struggled to squeeze out the crowd, only to realize that he could go through the surveillance video.

He sent to the entrance of the staircase, just then, a cold figure slowly emerged from the toilet at the end of the corridor.

That's Lin Chen.

Chu Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed forward, trying to pass the phone to Lin Chen.

But when he ran to Lin Chen, he stopped the car abruptly, because his slowly raised eyes did not look like what human beings could have.

It's dark and numb, like a place covered by death.

He opened his mouth, and the first reaction was that Lin Chen couldn't hear no matter what he said.

"Find a Bluetooth headset behind him and hang the phone on his ear. If the phone is dead, connect it with the power bank and put it in his pocket together."

The phone did not hang up, and Xun Congxiang was at the scene, calmly ordering him.

At this moment, Lin Chen seemed to feel something. He glanced at him, his eyes fluctuated, and he slowly extended his hand at him.

Chu Wei was relieved and wanted to hand the phone back.

Ke Xinglian insisted: "Do as I say."

Chu Wei quickly hurried to complete the "suit" for consultant Lin according to the sentence of Xing Conglian.

In the process, Lin Chen was like a puppet, sitting in a chair at the door of the toilet and letting him play with it.

Chu Wei was shocked with cold sweat. He had no doubt that if he gave Lin Chen the cell phone just now, he would fall directly from the floor to Lin Chen.

Sentences drove along the night city roads.

He listened to the friction sound of earphones and auricles, Lin Chen's breathing sound, and whether Chu Wei called Lin Chen's voice.

Obviously there were only a few breathing intervals, but Xun Lian felt that the time was too long to bear.

Finally, Chu Wei left, and he yelled "baby" tentatively.

"I did something wrong."

Lin Chen answered him like this.