Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 12 Upstream and Downstream

“Ah… uh…!”

Liu Ke woke up from his sleep, stretching himself. He glanced at the time and WeChat notifications and saw a friend request.

Huh? Master, master, master? Who would come up with such a stupid ID?

Liu Ke twitched his lips and finally agreed. After accepting, perhaps it was too early, the other party did not respond.

When he came back after brushing his teeth and washing his face, he found that this person had sent him several messages.

Gao Yushan?
At this time, the black wall gave Liu Ke a hint, and he realized that Gao Yushan was the real name of Er Zhuang who was able to enter the cyber network yesterday.

Liu Ke: [smiles]
Er Zhuang: [Smiling] What the hell are you? He ran away yesterday without telling me! What's with that Iron Curtain of yours? Why did he call you Master?

Liu Ke: First of all, it's not the Iron Curtain, it's the Black Wall. Want to know more?

Er Zhuang: [smiles] What do you think?
Liu Ke: Black Wall is the Terminator. In the year 2200, humankind's research on Qi has reached its peak. Black Wall was sent back by someone from the future using a time-travel shuttle to assist me, as I am the founding father of the Human Federation. If you v50 me, I will lead you to success. Listen to the applause.

Er Zhuang: Do you think I’m stupid?
He chuckled and ignored Er Zhuang's dirty talk. Liu Ke put on his clothes and prepared to go to class.

Today is Professor Deng Laiqi’s class. If you go late, there will be no seats.

He casually took a piece of individually wrapped toast from the desk, took a few bites, and then quietly left without disturbing his roommate who chose to sleep.

When he entered the classroom, the front row was already full, so he could only find a seat after about ten rows.

Er Zhuang: You haven’t answered my question yet!

You idiot! Are you from the "Get to the Bottom of Things" program team?
Liu Ke: Is your company very busy? Don't you have to work during the day?

Er Zhuang: Of course I’m at work.

Liu Ke: Then why do you keep sending me messages? Aren’t you just slacking off?
Er Zhuang: I'm very clever, multitasking, working and surfing at the same time. No? You're so righteous, what are you doing?
Liu Ke: I'm a student, so of course I have to attend classes. You can come and see for yourself. I have surveillance cameras in my classroom.

Er Zhuang:...Forget it, I still have a mission tonight, I need to rest.

whispering sound.

Liu Ke opened his eyes slightly and made a video call to Er Zhuang in his mind.

After the call was connected, as expected, it was pitch black and silent on Erzhuang's side.

Er Zhuang: Eh? Your perspective is wrong!
Nonsense, this is the perspective of the prosthetic eye.

While waiting for Professor Deng to enter the classroom and start his lecture, Erzhuang seemed to feel hypnotized and turned off the video.

Listening to a good teacher’s lecture is a pleasure, and Professor Deng’s lectures are the ultimate pleasure.

Even though Nanjing University is a top-tier university, it is still full of fake teachers who can only read outdated PPTs.

Taking classes taught by counterfeit teachers can no longer be said to be unable to learn anything. It can even be said that one is being "prevented from self-study."

Therefore, it is particularly important to listen to excellent classes and cleanse your ears. Considering Liu Ke's special ability, all kinds of knowledge can also become his projected "understanding".

knowledge is power!

After the two classes, Liu Ke felt refreshed.

As soon as the get out of class was over, he received a call from his counselor, asking him to go to the administration building.

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In the administrative building, a policeman with white hair was wearing formal attire, and next to him were several young auxiliary police officers and police officers.

As soon as Liu Ke entered, he saw his own director coming towards him eagerly and bringing him to the old policeman.

"Captain Cong, Liu Ke is here." The veteran police officer quickly extended his hand and introduced himself, "Hello, classmate. I'm Cong Yunsheng, the chief of the Jinmen Criminal Investigation Corps. I'm here to present you with a banner on behalf of the Jinmen Municipal Bureau."

Afterwards, the veteran policeman took the banner from an auxiliary police officer and handed half of it to Liu Ke.

There are eight big characters written on the banner: Be brave and fight the criminals with wisdom.

Before Liu Ke could even say a word, the dean pushed him to the center and asked him to pose for a photo while handing over a banner.

One of the fat policemen directed several auxiliary policemen to take photos from multiple angles and in all directions, and even provided lighting.

But halfway through the photo shoot, I heard a teacher outside yell, "The secretary is here!"

Liu Ke watched from the corner of his eye. His dean's face darkened for a moment, and then he said to the police officers with a pleasant face, "Comrades, let's hurry up and take the photos. Liu Ke has classes soon."

No, I don't have any classes. Dean, what are you doing?
Before the fat policeman pressed the shutter, the secretary brought the principal in.

The two of them first patted Liu Ke on the shoulder as if he were a mascot, said some irrelevant polite words, and then naturally joined the photo-taking lineup.

The only difference from before is that the dean is now almost squeezed to the edge of the camera by the secretary and the principal.

Click!Click!
After the photo session was over, the secretary and the principal shook hands with each other in a perfunctory manner, patted each other on the shoulder, and then parted ways and left. From the time they came in to the time they left, it took no more than three minutes.

"..."

Looking at the gloomy face of his dean, Liu Ke curled the corners of his mouth.

Then he asked the fat policeman, "Can we retake it?"

The fat policeman was obviously stunned for a moment, but when he saw Liu Keshou pointing at the dean, he understood what he meant and pulled Captain Cong to take another photo.

Now the dean has become the key figure in the camera again.

"Xiao Ke, if you have any problems with your studies in the future, come to me. Our school has no shortage of talented people, but there are very few people like you who are both talented and virtuous. We should focus on training you."

The dean smiled with satisfaction as he instructed the department's publicity officer to get the second photo.

Seeing that his plan was successful, Liu Ke took the initiative and said, "Dean, I see that the laboratory in our hospital is empty... take a look..."

"Laboratory? I'm in the seventh grade teaching and research institute. What can a laboratory produce? When we get back, I'll upgrade your access card. You can come in and use the materials as you please."

"Hey, Dean, you really gave me a surprise today."

The equipment in the Seventh Teaching and Research Institute is dozens of times better than that in the laboratory, and Liu Ke quickly expressed his gratitude.

The dean then left. Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, Captain Cong came over again.

"Student Liu Ke, is it convenient now?"

"Um... is there something you want to talk about?"

"Look, I'm here this time, first, to give you a banner, and second, I have something I want to tell you about your side."

Captain Cong took his briefcase to the table, entered the password, opened the bag, took out a stack of documents from it and handed it over.

"I won't go into detail about what's going on under the Xingquan cold storage. There are at least 1000 bodies hidden inside... well, it's shocking anyway."

Seeing that Liu Ke was looking at the documents silently and had no intention of interrupting, he lit a cigarette from the captain, took a deep puff, woke himself up, and continued speaking.

"The good news is that only one-fifth of the victims were of the yellow race. White people were the majority, and black people were the least numerous. The victims from our country didn't account for a large proportion; they were all in the box in the video."

"Later, we investigated in various ways, but found nothing. We only found that the cold storage usually received goods from Colombia and shipped them to Southeast Asia."

"There was nothing we could do. We refused to give in, so we just stayed in that cold storage, thinking no one would come. But..."

(End of this chapter)