...
The next day at eight in the morning, Elliot got up.
The server cracking program had stopped running, and large characters were displayed on the screen: Cracking failed.
Elliot sat down in front of the computer.
It seemed conventional decryption methods wouldn't work.
Thinking this, Elliot brought up a professional analysis tool to analyze the encrypted file.
More than ten minutes later, the analysis results came out: the file used the AES encryption algorithm.
The AES algorithm is a very advanced encryption algorithm, widely used in areas with extremely high data security requirements such as banks, financial institutions, and government departments.
Ordinary computers and servers simply cannot crack it unless a supercomputer is used.
Elliot certainly didn't have a supercomputer.
Was there no other way?
Of course there was.
Elliot firmly believed that any encryption algorithm could be cracked; it was just a matter of time.
He opened the
Soon, he found a tool called
"One million points?"
Elliot looked at his total points: 2.7 million.
He had enough points, so he bought it.
<[System Notification]>
[Host has exchanged for
His total points instantly became 1.7 million.
One million points, just like that, was it worth it?
Of course it was worth it.
This
Next, Elliot used the
However, this was just a regular company daily expense report and didn't contain any valuable information.
The other dozen or so similar files were the same, containing some unimportant daily expenses.
"Beep beep!"
Just then, a message popped up in the lower right corner of the computer: "You have new mail (Jared)".
Elliot logged into a zombie machine and opened the mailbox.
The email was from Jared, and the content was simple: "Boss, I'm already on my way to Maggie's company, preparing to ask her in person to get my money back."
"You can go ahead and try.
Don't be impulsive.
After you get to her company, stay calm and don't do anything drastic," Elliot replied in an email.
"It's best if you can get the money back, but if you can't... don't be too disheartened.
I'm still looking into her information here."
After replying to the email, Elliot was about to exit the mailbox when suddenly, several emails with the same subject caught his attention.
{Big Brother, can I ask you for help with school bullying?}
{Big Brother, can I ask you for help with school bullying?}
{Big Brother, can I ask you for help with school bullying?}
The same person had sent three identical emails.
Elliot clicked on one of the emails.
{Hello Big Brother, my name is Sam, and I'm a student in Class 302, Grade 11 at Golden Sun Third High School.
There's a classmate in our class named Brett who often bullies other students in our class, including my deskmate Cory.
Last week, Brett cornered Cory in the bathroom, forced him to take off his clothes, and took a few photos...}
The content of the email surprised Elliot.
School bullying, he had only seen this kind of thing in movies and TV shows before, and he didn't expect it to actually happen in reality.
After reading the entire email, Elliot sent a message to Sam using the contact information left in the email: "Hello, I'm Little Boy."
...
In the classroom of Class 302, Grade 11 at Golden Sun Third High School, the class bell had just rung, students had returned to their seats, and the classroom gradually quieted down.
Sam, sitting in the middle row of the classroom, appeared to be listening attentively, but in reality, he was secretly hiding his phone under his textbook.
"Buzz buzz..."
The phone suddenly vibrated, and a new message popped up.
Sam tapped open the message, and the next second, his eyes instantly widened.
Little Boy had replied to him.
Sam first glanced at the teacher on the podium, then nudged his deskmate.
His deskmate, Cory, was a gentle-looking, fair-skinned boy wearing glasses.
"Huh?"
Cory was puzzled.
Sam quietly showed him a glimpse of his phone.
This is...
Cory also showed a surprised expression.
Just as he was about to speak, "Shh!"
Sam signaled him not to talk, then quickly replied to the message: "Boss, hello, I didn't expect you to actually reply."
A few seconds later, Elliot's reply came: "Is the bullying mentioned in the email real?"
"It's real," Sam replied.
"Can you tell me the details of what happened?"
Sam looked up at the teacher on the podium again.
The teacher was sitting at the podium at the moment, looking at a laptop, so he secretly hid his phone in his desk and quickly typed with both hands to reply: "Here's what happened, last week..."
He recounted in detail the incident where his deskmate Cory was bullied by Brett.
"Let me ask, is Brett a boy? And is your deskmate Cory also a boy?"
Elliot asked, puzzled after seeing Sam's reply.
"Yes."
"No way, is Brett gay?"
Elliot was puzzled.
For one boy to make another boy take off his clothes and take photos, he's either gay or a pervert.
Whether Brett was gay, uh...
Sam handed the phone to his deskmate.
Cory first nodded, then shook his head, also unsure.
Sam looked back at a tall, muscular boy sitting in the back row.
That was Brett.
That guy was currently looking down, scrolling on his phone, not knowing what he was looking at, revealing a lewd smile.
"I'm not too sure either, this guy usually seems strange, and his behavior is somewhat perverted," Sam withdrew his gaze and replied to the Boss.
"Alright, I understand. You want me to hack into Brett's phone and delete Cory's photos, right?"
"Yes, Boss, can you really do that?" Sam asked.
"Of course I can."
"Really?"
Cory, who was watching, said in a low voice, somewhat disbelieving.
"Of course it's real. This is a great expert; you've watched his live streams too," Sam said excitedly.
Just then, the phone vibrated again, and Elliot sent a new message: "What is Brett's phone number?"
"138****," Sam replied.
"Send me a photo of your deskmate."
Sam glanced at Cory.
Cory showed a hesitant expression, or rather, was a little worried about the matter being exposed and noticed by Brett.
"What are you scared of? Do you want Brett to keep threatening you with the photos?" Sam said, feeling a bit frustrated.
Cory was persuaded.
He found a photo of himself on his phone and sent it to Sam, who then forwarded it to Elliot.
"Also, send me a photo of that Brett you mentioned," Elliot sent another message.
Sam looked back and saw that Brett was still looking down and scrolling on his phone.
He opened the class group chat, found Brett's photo in the group album, and sent it to Elliot.
(End of this chapter)
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