Chapter 8 Emily Song

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At the FBI headquarters, you can find an employee at random and ask him: Which of the FBI departments is the hardest? He will answer cybersecurity.

Yes, it is!

In the Cyber ​​Security Office, all the high-levels vent their anger, but they are always the ones who are scolded.

As the head of the cybersecurity department, Roger Consius, who has passed his unconvincing years, had a very unhappy life. The long-staying up all night made him exhausted. Coupled with smoking, alcoholism, and caffeine, it was just right for the old saying-time is like Knife, life is like a tide, thank you.

He was uncomfortable, and the employees underneath also suffered. The invasion a few days ago has not yet been figured out, and now I have made a short video. I thought it was a small bug. Who knows if I stepped on it, a white tiger appeared.

Roger became impatient, "hasn't there been any news yet?"

The subordinate hurriedly replied, "I just called, they said they had some trouble and they needed time to deal with it."

"how long?"

"No... Nothing."

"A bunch of idiots"

Roger kicked on the wall, his expression ugly and ugly.

"Emily."

Emily Song, the field agent in charge of the mysterious incident, stood up, "Captain!"

Roger raised his index finger and said with a cold expression.

"Luke Shaw will dare to say half a word and tell him to shut up in a while. I don't want to delay for another half a minute."

"understand."

Emily nodded and retreated to the corner in the strange eyes of everyone. The FBI has a special department, the Anomaly Affairs Investigation Section, which is responsible for ghosts and ghosts. It is said that the agents in this department are superhumans with special abilities, Emily Is one of them.

At the first moment when he arrived in the living room, Luke noticed the strangeness. The agents' eyes were very unfriendly, all of them glowed red, like a group of housewives who dare not speak at home but dare to go wild outside.

To protect his physical and mental health, he decided to change his way. After a short but violent cough, Luke pressed his chest and walked to Roger Conscious.

"I didn't get a good rest last night, and I got the flu somehow. I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

Before he finished his words, he quickly covered his mouth and let out a heart-piercing cough. His cheeks were flushed as if he was about to cough up all his internal organs. Roger Consius's eyelids jumped straight forward, backing away without a trace, fearful. Stained with spitting stars.

Influenza is not a small disease. In the United States, as many as 10,000 people die from flu every year, but they still have special medicines.

"You are Luke Shaw, the founder of ShowMe?"

Luke nodded, and was supported by Charlie on the sofa, and said weakly, "You are..."

"Roger Consius, here are my credentials."

Charlie took the ID, glanced at it, and nodded.

"It turned out to be Mr. Consius."

Luke quickly stretched out his right hand, very enthusiastic, "It's nice to meet you. Speaking of it, it's the first time I saw the FBI. Can you... shake a hand?"

Roger twitched the corners of his mouth and said silently.

"There is not much time, it's important to talk about business!"

"Okay... okay!"

Luke retracted his right hand awkwardly, embarrassed and at a loss, as if the innocent people being bullied by the officials, even with the air, they strangely followed him.

Roger also knew what he had done just now, so he coughed, took out a document, and put it on the table.

"This is the authorization document of the White House. I ask your company to assist us in processing the two videos posted on ShowMe at 1 pm."

"Which two short videos are you talking about?"

"Superman and Batman?"

"It turned out to be them, I also watched them, cool guys, I like them, they are heroes."

"Do you think they are heroes?"

"Is not it?"

Roger did not answer this question and asked instead, "Do you know how much impact these two videos have? They are causing social unrest and causing panic among the people. The seemingly well-intentioned actions of the two are provoking the majesty of the law. If the constitution loses its guarantee, who is responsible for the safety of the people?"

Luke smiled, "You mean they did something wrong."

"No, no, they did the right thing, which is admirable, but these things can only be discussed privately. They should not be the focus of the news, let alone be the object of people's pursuit. It is the constitution that protects the people, not superheroes. "

"Mr. Consius, you should run for president. If you run for next year's general election, I will vote for you."

Luke sighed heartily, before turning around, "So, what do you want me to do?"

Roger leaned forward and asked the most important question.

"Who is the ghost?"

"The company's social account."

"You sent those two short videos?"

"Yes, it is."

Roger took a breath, feeling grasping the main point, and hurriedly asked.

"Where did the video come from."

Luke gestured to Charlie, who opened his notebook and entered the company mailbox. There was an unnamed e-mail on it.

"Three days ago in the afternoon, someone sent me an email asking me to post the attached short video to ShowMe. I watched it several times and thought it was pretty good, so I did it."

An FBI employee took the notebook, checked the information in the email, and attached an ear canal.

"The account was registered four days ago, and the IP address has traces of processing, which is difficult to check. "

Roger nodded calmly, but his hands on his knees clenched into fists. Without the address, the person who sent the email could not be found. The clues could only go here.

A strong unwillingness emerged from the bottom of his heart. Roger felt that he was walking in a trap that had already been designed, and every step was very difficult.

"Mr. Consius, there are other things. If not, I want to go back and rest."

Roger was silent, seeming to be in a daze. At this moment, Emily walked up and didn't know what to say. The latter's face became extremely gloomy, and she hissed with the restraint of the anger in her heart.

"Luke Shaw, don't try to deceive the FBI by pretending to be sick. The price is not something you can afford."

Luke let out a long sigh, looking very wronged

"What can I do? You call one by one. It's the CIA, the state government, and the White House. What about me? A good, law-abiding citizen can do nothing but pretend to be sick."

"I want to quibble."

Luke shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to this guy, his eyes turned to the purple-haired and purple-eyed Emily. When he saw the exotic face, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"So beautiful eyes, so beautiful person, beautiful sister, what's your name?"

"Emily Song!"

"Oh!" Luke suddenly realized, "So it was you."

Emily frowned.

"you know me?"

"The last time I saw you in my previous life, but you were nowhere near as beautiful as you are now." Luke stood up, with his right hand forward and his left hand behind him, "Beautiful purple-eyed angel, are you interested in having dinner with me?"

Emily can't laugh or cry, when is the time, this guy teases her.

Roger snorted heavily.

"Luke Shaw, our business is not over yet?"

"Look at my memory, forget all important people, Mr. Consius, if you have any more requests, please mention it."

"I want you to remove the video!"

"no problem."

The news of the superhuman existence has been spread through various channels, and ShowMe has also got the desired popularity. Those two short videos are irrelevant.

Roger stood up and said coldly, "I'm not only talking about the ghost account but all ShowMe users."

When the voice fell, the smile on Luke's face instantly condensed.