Chapter 162 Four Tones 74

Yongchuan, Xining Development Zone, Christian Arts Center.

Just when Dynasty was very frustrated and tried to connect to the wireless network, a middle-aged man with a mild temperament just pressed the elevator of the cultural center. The basement was filled with a gloomy coolness that was completely different from the ground. The middle-aged man smiled at the surveillance camera, as if he was in Say hello to the people in the monitoring room.

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

The middle-aged man walked out of the elevator door with a backpack on his back and walked towards the entrance of the central performance hall.

Participating in the fan meeting, oh no, the flow of people attending the memorial service is constantly crowding into the central performance hall.

The central hall with all seats open can accommodate 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 very sad expressions. Some of them are squatting by the wall and weeping. .

The middle-aged man passed between them, his backpack happened to scratch the pendant on one of the girls' backpacks, and the two were 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 the backpack, but was stopped.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

He made the girl turn her back, slightly unzipped some of the girls' backpacks, and then untied the hooks that were attached to his backpacks, and gently restored them.

Perhaps the middle-aged man's voice was clearer and more melodious than the cello playing on the radio, or perhaps the casual suit and T-shirt he wore seemed to be casual but showed a strong artistic temperament, the girl suddenly really wanted to talk to this man like his father in front of me, but before she could speak, the middle-aged man bowed to her in advance, showed a very modest and polite smile, and turned to leave.

Probably someone like the musicians of the band who will be performing at the center, the girl reluctantly turned her head and thought with some regret.

...

Christine Performing Arts Center entrance.

Mu Wenhua hurried up the long stairs, her hair on the temples was in a mess, but she had no time to comb it. When she went to bed last night, her daughter gave her a sweet good night kiss. She fell into a deep sleep with a very beautiful vision, but wait for her When I woke up in the morning to make breakfast, I was struck by a thunderbolt.

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

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

The sound of her husband laughing at the dining table with her little daughter came from the living room, but the laughter stopped quickly because of the news. She was happy for a long time when she got the tickets that day, and her husband also said very considerately that he would bring them at home. Child, let her go to the fan meeting with confidence, but now, Sheng Sheng is dead, what is she going to see?

Mu Wenhua squatted down in the kitchen in a daze. She didn't cry at first, until the sound of footsteps and the sound of turning off the gas, she began to cry.

A pair of broad palms caressed her back, she was hugged tightly in her lover's arms, the tears left behind, and she burst into tears.

She remembered that she cried for a long time, the pain of being woken up when her wish was about to be fulfilled. She had experienced it many years ago, and now she seems to be returning to the summer vacation when she was 18 years old. The same cicada chirping is the same Yan Xia, only this time, the person who scolded her became the person who loved her.

Her lover said to her, "Let's go, I'll go with you, no matter what, you still want to go, right?"

Mu Wenhua wiped away her tears and nodded vigorously.

They drove from Yongchuan Avenue to Xining Development Zone. The traffic jam was very serious along the way. The news of the cancellation of the meeting was announced on the car radio for a while, and then they talked about depression. Mu Wenhua used her mobile phone to board Be with you restlessly. When she saw the discussion thread on the top, she replied resolutely: Even if the meeting is cancelled, I still want to go.

Later, she received a text message from the fan meeting stating that the meeting would be held as scheduled. She felt a bitter sense of satisfaction in her heart. In any case, the wish she could not achieve in the summer vacation at the age of 18 can finally be achieved today.

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

She ran upstairs quickly, because she was in a hurry, she didn't see anyone passing by in front of her, and when she realized it was too late to brake, she bumped into the other side.

The other party took two steps back, supported her, and whispered "be careful".

Only then did she realize that she had just bumped into a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. The middle-aged man was wearing a black backpack, his eyes were gentle, and a sad cello was playing in the hall. She stood up straight and watched the middle-aged man. Stepping on the low-pitched string music, he walked into the distant darkness.

...

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

Before putting down the phone, the last sentence he replied was: Don't come to join in the fun, the main hall can't be crowded.

He picked up the phone, and the cello sounded abruptly.

The person on the other end of the phone claimed to be a criminal policeman, because he received a report that someone had planted a bomb in the Art Center. Although it may be a false alarm, for the sake of safety, he still needs to know the relevant situation of the Center, and asked the Art Center to immediately activate the emergency response. Plan to start an orderly evacuation of the crowd.

When he first heard the news, Heng Xiao panicked in his heart, but he still couldn't help but think that this might be a prank. Yes, there are so many news about falsely claiming that the bomb was reported to the police. Maybe someone falsely called the police?

"I'll give you the call and pick it up at our general manager's office." He stood up and looked at the dense ant colony-like flow of people downstairs.

...

The middle-aged man with a backpack walked for a long time. He finally sat down slowly in the rest area at the end of the promenade. To his left was the last safe exit on the entire floor. The scene of the sky, but there is not even a person here.

He put down his backpack, took out a sandwich from it, and ate it patiently.

The aunt in charge of cleaning looked at the man eating the sandwich inexplicably, and dragged the mop to his feet.

The middle-aged man moved his feet away in a very good-natured manner, took a bite of the bread, and revealed the bright red ham filling inside.

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

The middle-aged man laughed again, showing very good upbringing: "Yeah."

"But isn't the star who gave the concert dead?"

"My daughter likes it, but I can't help it." He stood up helplessly, took the last bite, threw the plastic sandwich paper and the paper bag over it into the trash can, and walked off the secret channel.

...

A reminder that the train is about to arrive at Xining Square Station is playing in the subway car.

Lin Chen raised his head and glanced at the indicator lamp. He was still two stops away from the Christian Arts Center.

Just now, news came from Jiang Chao that most of the police force of the Ludi Lake Fire Squadron was dispatched to rescue the serial collision accident caused by the spontaneous combustion of vehicles in the tunnel under the lake. In the event of an attack, the random deployment of firefighting forces will be detrimental to firefighting safety in other areas of the city.

The other said so.

Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian just finished the phone call with the general manager of the Yongchuan Christian Arts Center. The general manager on the other end of the phone also said the same thing. Of course, the bomb attack warning was the reason he made up, but he couldn't think of anything else. Reasons that can make the other party relatively nervous without causing the other party to 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 do to prove yourself? Is it the 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 I will start to act when the higher-level leader calls. "

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Xing Conglian couldn't help but call Jiang Chao again while looking at the floor plan of the Art Center.

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

"Old Xing Lao Xing, you really used me as a secretary, didn't you? I've been broken into eighteen parts by myself now, and many leaders have called me to ask if my brain is broken, and if nothing happens in the end , I guess we can't escape the warning and punishment, and maybe we will be persuaded to quit."

"Where are you now?" Xing Conglian asked.

"I just got on the subway, I just notified all levels of the city, but the leaders' opinions are very unified, you have to have evidence, just relying on Song Shengsheng's suicide to speculate that the dark network will conduct a second live broadcast of death is not sufficient. Yes, as long as you have sufficient evidence, the power of the whole city will be assigned to you!"

Lin Chen listened to these words in his heart, but the dynasty had been searching for the live broadcast content on the dark network as early as after stepping into the jeep. It is simply impossible to do so.

"You once said that the source code of the Royal No. 1 mobile phone prostitution software is very familiar. Have you compared the live broadcast website code and the Royal No. 1 mobile phone software code?"

Lin Chen couldn't help but ask Dynasty, although he also knew very well that it was impossible not to compare the two with the way of doing things of young people, but at this critical moment, he could only ask this.

"Of course I've compared it to Ah Chen. I've even compared Yang Dianfeng's idiot's foot-binding system. It shouldn't be written by the same person."

Xing Conglian hung up the phone, continued to look at the drawings, and asked him again: "Consultant Lin, based on what you know about these people, what will they do this time?"

"Our last operation has destroyed their stronghold, so they can't organize enough manpower in a short period of time, and this operation is more like revenge, if your judgment on the bug is correct, then they have The power of this cannot be underestimated, we are not dealing with small criminal gangs, but more likely medium to large criminal organizations."

"That is to say, the technological power of the other party may be superior to ours, such as the ability to control the computer network?" Xing Conglian asked.

"Boss, although it's urgent now, I'm still very unhappy when you say that!"

Xing Conglian pressed down on the tablet computer with two fingers, zoomed in on the drawing of the Art Center three times, and asked Chao Dynasty, "Did you look at the management system of the Christian Art Center when you looked for evidence in the Li Jingtian case last time?"

Wang Dynasty took a deep breath: "I seem to have seen that one or two times!"

"I'm relying on you to say so!" The young man wanted to cut into the network system of the Art Center, but for some reason, he couldn't even open the homepage of the Art Center's website.

"I want to get out of the car, I want to get out of the car!" Wang Chao patted the computer in annoyance, and almost fell the machine.

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

"I can't connect to the intranet of the Art Center."

"The firewall is too powerful?"

"No, no..." Dynasty said in extreme panic, "There is only one possibility in this situation..."

"what?"

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

...

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

In the office, the sound of many employees desperately clicking the mouse was heard, and the whispering gradually sounded.

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

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

The general manager glanced at the office and asked, "What's the matter, why are you standing there, don't you have ears?"

"Manager, we are disconnected from the Internet..." Heng Xiao said timidly.

"What's the use of calling the telecommunications company and telling me when the internet is disconnected?" After the manager finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something. His face turned ashen, he quickly took out his mobile phone, and dialed back the call just now.

"Hello, Mr. Police Officer, we are disconnected from the Internet, and 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 spoke. The moment he ran out of the door, he did not forget to shout to his subordinates. Said, "Go to work, save people!"

The violin music in the hall is about to reach its climax, and there is a turbulent meaning of rolling waves on the sea surface.

...

Mu Wenhua finally squeezed into the main performance hall and found her place to sit down.

There are three floors in the main actor's art hall. It is said that the fan meeting was only open on half of the floor, but now, Mu Wenhua Yaoyao saw people sitting in the corner of the third floor.

She put down the bag and sent her husband a message that it had arrived safely. Then she opened the bag, and there lay an old CD that she had planned to sign for Shengsheng.

At this moment, the broadcast sounded: "Due to circuit failure and other reasons, the Christian Arts Center is about to close. Please find the nearest safety exit and leave the venue in an orderly manner."

Mu Wenhua couldn't help clenching the strap, she suddenly thought of her daughter.

...

Lin Chen followed Xing Cong Lian Dynasty out of the subway entrance, and the towering Christian Arts Center appeared in front of them.

The people from the police station of Xining Development Zone had already arrived, and the director led the team. When he saw Xing Conglian, the sweaty police station director hurriedly said: "Lao Jiang has already told us the situation, and we immediately received the news. I've come, and now the first step is to evacuate the masses, right?"

Before he finished speaking, there seemed to be a muffled sound from the inside of the literary and art center not far away.

In the venue, people have followed the instructions of the staff to evacuate, and the crowd is surging down. However, the sudden sound made them stay on the spot and look back.

Following the gazes of those people, facing the dazzling scorching sun, Lin Chen looked in the direction of the Literature and Art Center. If he heard correctly, it was a very dull sound just now, and it should be the sound of a small explosive device.

They didn't even have time to catch their breath, and then ran up the steps against the flow of people.

Xing Conglian's cell phone rang again, and the ringtone was like a reminder, Lin Chen never felt that running constantly was so exhausting.

They had just rushed into the hall, and the deafening fire alarm sounded again suddenly. He couldn't see any firelight in his field of vision, but the bell that hit the eardrum was enough to make anyone's field of vision become dazed, those terrified faces, crazy screams , The girl's long hair, the boy's gray-dyed sneakers, everything is like a constantly churning palette, making people dizzy, Lin Chen stopped and tried his best to breathe.

"What's the situation inside?" Xing Conglian asked a boy who didn't look so flustered.

Perhaps it was his extraordinary calm and contagiousness, and the boy replied clearly following the regulations: "As soon as the staff began to evacuate us, a trash can exploded on the second floor, and I heard people say there is something else inside. on fire!"

The slight sound of the cello came from the building, the strings vibrated, and the music was high, as if flames were spewing out.

The police officers of Xining Police Station rushed into the hall against the flow of people. Lin Chen was about to follow, but was pulled by Xing Conglian: "Where do you think Mr. Meijing will be?"

"It's definitely not in this art center." Lin Chen stood up straight, and quickly understood the meaning of Xing Conglian's question, and his heart suddenly became very clear, "If I was deliberately trying to create a tragedy, I would definitely not leave it. It’s too far, I’ll have to watch the turmoil with my own eyes, and I’ll have to look here.” He looked around, and there were construction sites around the Christian Arts Center, and there were only three completed buildings nearby. So, the one with the best view In that building, someone might be looking down on the chaos with a very relieved smile.

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

The young man's innately talented spatial imagination was brought into full play again. He looked at the three high-rise buildings around him, then pointed to one of them, and said to him, "That's the one."

While talking, water suddenly sprayed from the ceiling, and many people were excited by the cold water to scream again. Lin Chen looked up and found that the automatic sprinkler system of the Art Center was working, but there was no fire in the hall on the first floor, like Chris A place like Ting Art Center must have a very good fire protection system, but he suddenly remembered the network that was disconnected just now, and felt even more worried.

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

"I'll go there." He pointed to the tall building outside the door and said decisively to Xing Conglian.

"Lin Chen!" Just as he turned around, Xing Conglian suddenly called out to him.

Lin Chen turned around suddenly, the explosion sounded, the sound of the cello suddenly stopped, and the water splashed on the ceiling came to an end. Lin Chen was shocked to find that the fire shutter, which was originally used to separate the fire in the large space, began to slowly descend.

The crowd started screaming again.

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

Even though the crowd was pushing like waves crashing on the shore, Xing Conglian still stood firm, standing like a rock, unmoving.

Lin Chen looked at what he took out from his waist and threw it hard. He reached out to catch it, his hand felt cold, and he lowered his head, only to find that Xing Conglian threw a gun to him.

When he looked up again, the sluice gate fell, and the icy silver-grey color separated them.

The surrounding voices were still the same, and he could no longer see Xing Conglian's figure.