"What method do you want to contact them?" Mo Qiuran asked excitedly, "Is it a special tool specially used for contact? Make a seemingly ordinary phone call and say a string of mysterious codes and transfer it to you? Or do you want to go to a dark web website, or do you use an identity and code connector to go to somewhere?"

"Use QQ." Chu Zihang took out his cell phone and signaled.

"..." Mo Qiuran was slightly silent and looked at Chu Zihang seriously, "Use QQ?"

"Yes." Chu Zihang nodded.

"There is nothing special, just use QQ?" Mo Qiuran still didn't give up.

"No," Chu Zihang shook his head.

"This is unscientific!" Mo Qiuran looked unbelievable, "Did all the spy movies I watched before were imagined by the screenwriters?"

Chu Zihang was silent, so this guy just thought he was going to go where he was going, the secret intelligence agency in the United States?

According to this recruitment method, it will probably become a contemporary winery within a few months!

"As far as I understand, this school is a place where people like us gather, a formal university, with legal education qualifications, and has branches in China, but it is only a preparatory class, and the universities will go there to further study."

In order to prevent the unexpected situation from happening due to excessive imagination, Chu Zihang chose to give Mo Qiuran some of the things he knows at the moment: "Our existence is known and allowed by various countries, but it has always been well concealed from normal people."

"Since this is the case, it's not surprising that the other party will use QQ... It's a ghost!" Mo Qiuran looked crazy, "I lost my temper in an instant... And to be honest, I suddenly had an ominous premonition!"

"An ominous premonition?" Chu Zihang was puzzled.

"I don't know, but there is one," Mo Qiuran said.

Chu Zihang couldn't tell for a moment whether Mo Qiuran really had a so-called ominous premonition or that he had a pity before taking revenge. But I think Mo Qiuran shouldn't be that kind of person who holds revenge...

"I'll tell the person in charge first." Chu Zihang chose to do the serious work first, clicked on the avatar in the QQ contact list, which looked like a big tree with a nickname [Norma] and started sending messages.

Chu Zihang: [I suddenly discovered that my friend can use the ability to freeze today, and his eyes and pupils will change color just like me when using the ability. Do you also need to come to Kassel in this situation?]

"I didn't expect you, a strong-browed and big-eyed person, would play word games with tricks. It's not bad," Mo Qiuran, who was beside him, praised him and thought of another question, "But now we are three o'clock in the afternoon, and Chicago is thirteen time zones away from us... It's two o'clock in the morning, and you are sure that the person responsible for contacting you is still there..."

Before Mo Qiuran finished speaking, Chu Zihang's cell phone vibrated twice. A friend named [Norma] replied to a message. It seemed that it did not automatically reply at a rough look.

"This is the exploitation of capitalists! It's so scary. I'm still at work at 2 a.m., and the information will be answered in seconds!" Mo Qiuran was slapped in the face before she finished speaking, and she began to criticize with a righteous face, "As long as capitalists should be hung with street lights!"

Chu Zihangli ignored him and read the news directly.

Norma: [Hello, I am the school secretary Norma. I am very happy to serve you. Given what you said, please provide relevant information that can determine the identity of your friend so that I can verify my identity and provide the information to the relevant school staff for judgment and processing.]

"Artificial intelligence? What a good thing. Is the technology level of the United States so high?" Mo Qiuran said with interest again, as if the other person who had been yelling to lift all the street lights of capitalists.

"It's very likely," Chu Zihang had long been accustomed to Mo Qiuran's intermittent nerves. He was completely accustomed to it. He nodded, "What identity information is used?"

"Identity card number." Mo Qiuran said.

"Yes." Chu Zihang nodded.

The room fell silent again. Seeing that Mo Qiuran had not spoken for a long time, Chu Zihang looked at him with confusion in his eyes.

"You, you... don't you remember my ID number?" Mo Qiuran covered her heart and looked like she couldn't breathe.

Chu Zihang was still silent. If you remember this, there would be problems!

"Oh, I remembered that you have never seen my ID number before," Mo Qiuran's interest in performing came and went quickly, and instantly changed his face and expressed his expressionlessness, and reported a string of numbers, "I have to remember now, I remember yours."

"How could you remember me?" Chu Zihang was stunned.

"Just tell me, do you really believe it?" Mo Qiuran asked back, and then urged, "Save it quickly and see how they will reply?"

Chu Zihang entered Mo Qiuran's ID number and clicked to send.

This string of numbers passed through many gateways, crossed most of the earth's distance, and came to the server located in the basement of the Kassel College Library in the remote suburbs of Chicago, and was then read, analyzed, and searched... In an instant, Mo Qiuran was locked, and all the relevant information was read, archived, backed up, evaluated, and then packaged and sent to the person in charge of this matter.

In the darkness of my fingers, there was only the dull and sticky breathing sound, which sounded like a broken bellows. As the screen of the phone next to me lighted up, it vibrated for a moment. The dull and slow breathing also stopped at the same time. After a while, it continued to start again, which was slightly faster than before.

He grabbed the cell phone with one hand, and at the same time the light in the bedroom was turned on, and the light dispelled the darkness. A man with dark red scars on his neck had been sitting by the bed at some point. He was wearing his usual clothes instead of pajamas, and his face was covered with a black mask. Not to show off, but to connect to the air supply pipe. The tube was extended and connected to the cylinder placed on the car. Only in this way could he maintain his normal breathing. His iron-gray pupil eyes had begun to scan the information received on the cell phone, from sleeping to full awakening to work, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to have become an instinct for him.

"Chu Zihang, Mo Qiuran... were there two accidents in succession..." After a while, the man spoke, his voice like a knife slashing across the rusty steel.

"Norma, reply to Chu Zihang, it's not for Chicago interview anymore. I will take the fastest flight immediately. The interview time is two hours after I arrived at the airport. I will choose the meeting room of a hotel at any time. Remember to contact the branch staff in China to make arrangements." The man whispered.

A moment later, a message was sent to Chu Zihang's mobile phone by [Norma].

After watching, the two looked at each other. Mo Qiuran was silent for a long time before speaking: "Do you still have time to cancel your air ticket? Cross-border air tickets are very expensive, right?"

Chu Zihang: "..."
Chapter completed!