The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

He had already located the IP address, which was in the North District, and was preparing to report it.

As a result, his colleague told him to quickly inform Mr. Lai that news had suddenly broken online that "the entire monitoring system is broken and is being repaired."

Online panic.

Old Lai stepped forward eagerly: "I'll go with you to take a look."

He turned around.

Just then, Song Qingge looked over and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of things here."

If someone with ulterior motives takes advantage of this incident and makes a big fuss about it, not only will the official image and credibility be damaged, but with a little instigation, the whole city will soon be in chaos.

Old Lai nodded emphatically: "It's up to you now."

After saying that, he left the control room and learned the general course of events on the way.

An anonymous account with a hidden IP address posted the news online, and within half a second, hundreds of popular internet celebrities reposted it, which then made headlines.

"The incident happened in less than a minute, so it was definitely an organized and premeditated act. The other party's purpose is unclear, but it is certain that they want to muddy the waters."

The later the monitoring system is restored, the more room there is for the other party to find it online.

Once public opinion is ignited, the raging fire is very difficult to extinguish.

The most urgent task is to stabilize the citizens.

"Immediately issue an official statement to clarify the facts and indicate that surveillance will be restored within one hour."

The time limit was set for two reasons: firstly, to reassure the public as much as possible, and secondly, out of trust in Master Song.

With the city's administrators backing him up, I'm sure Master Song will be able to solve the problem.

They will be behind, clearing away all obstacles.

Once Lai had sorted out his thoughts, he immediately instructed: "Send an internal statement to tell them that the matter has been resolved and they just need to wait for the monitoring to be restored. Except for the control room and your network department, no one else should be informed of the truth."

"Yes."

This decision was made to reduce the risk of leaking the true extent of the internal repairs, and also to narrow down the scope of the investigation.

Aside from the metaphysical methods of information theft, which he lacks the ability to know (that would require Master Song's help), he can be wary of other methods, including leaks by insiders.

If any new information leaks out later, it means that someone leaked the internal information, either an insider or a colleague in the control room or network department.

Either it's a metaphysical approach.

If it's the latter, Master Song will naturally tell him the details without him even asking, since it's a matter of great importance and requires a report to be written and submitted to his superiors for record-keeping.

After the official statement was released, online public opinion was brought under control and the panic was temporarily relieved. When Mr. Lai returned to the control room, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The room was pitch black.

Apart from the light from the burning yellow talismans, all the lights were turned off.

Red lines were strung together in every corner of the room, with bells hanging from them. A circle of copper coins was placed on the floor, and several colleagues in the control room were fixing them into the gaps between the floor tiles.

Everyone looked solemn, as if they were entering a church where a service was being held; no one dared to laugh or joke around.

Aside from the male colleague who raised questions, he had a disdainful expression.

Nobody paid him any attention, but he didn't care.

Just wait and see.

This kind of mystical method is more suitable for exorcising ghosts (although he doesn't believe in gods and ghosts), but to solve the technical problems of the monitoring system, we will ultimately have to rely on technical personnel.

Doing these things is a waste of time.

dong dong dong.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and new news bombarded in once again.

"Is there another new scoop?"

Old Lai frowned.

Could someone on the inside have really leaked the information?

"No, it's more serious." The colleague from the network department looked around the room, not quite understanding, but consciously lowered his voice: "A dozen minutes ago, several security guards in the North District had their phones and wallets stolen, and valuables were stolen from their homes."

Security personnel have now spread from the North District to the Southeast District, while the situation in the West District is currently under control.

The West End is an area where wealthy people congregate, and many of them have their own bodyguards. Their homes are very well-secured, and thieves generally don't dare to break in.

One slip and you're not arrested by the police, but by highly trained bodyguards; your fate is unpredictable.

The North District is the old city area, where most residents are ordinary citizens and workers, making it particularly convenient for crimes to be committed without surveillance.

Although ordinary citizens may not have many valuables worth millions of dollars in their homes, visiting a few of these places is indeed a great temptation for criminals.

Old Lai's hands were clenched tightly behind his back.

Now, besides waiting and trying to resolve the problems at home, there's nothing he can do.

For the first time in his life, he felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

"besides……"

My colleague pursed his lips, his face filled with worry: "Several other girls' families have reported them missing... Police in all districts are working hard to search and have increased patrols."

Song Qingge, who was preparing to begin the exorcism formation, overheard a quiet conversation at the door and said to her colleague, "Start investigating from the North District. The IP address that broke the news online is from the North District, and the robbery also started in the North District. There aren't that many coincidences."

She already had someone in mind, but she was very angry.

Using ordinary people's lives to achieve their own goals, the Pu family should have disappeared from the world long ago.

Having known each other for so long, Old Lai knew more or less about the feud between the Jiang and Pu families.

In addition, they have recently been investigating the Pu family.

North District.

The Pu family.

The clues seem to be all connected.

He nodded, and his colleague quietly closed the door and went to carry out the task as instructed.

The control room remained quiet. Song Qingge tossed out a yellow talisman, which hovered above the main unit.

The yellow talisman, which was originally emitting a warm golden light, was suddenly surrounded by black energy and absorbed completely.

"This is the spirit of data. It is nourished by negative emotions. The more negative energy it absorbs, the greater its influence."

This data spirit has been attached to the host for some time now, absorbing the negative emotions here. However, with its current power, it's not enough to hack the entire city's surveillance network.

Mr. Lai only half understood what he was hearing. In layman's terms, it meant that something on the machine had damaged the monitoring network.

Regardless of what "data intelligence" is, it's definitely not a good thing.

"If it couldn't be hacked, why did the surveillance cameras still break down today?"

"laugh."

The male colleague who had been questioning him burst out laughing.

Everyone cast an impatient glance their way.

Song Qingge stared intently as the data spirit made its final struggle, absorbing the negative energy it had just released.

I was about to intervene and cut off its absorption and struggle, but I stopped in the end.

Let data grow stronger.

Bang.

The yellow talisman was instead burst open, exploding in flames as it shattered.

"What happened? Did you fail?"

The data spirit successfully struggled and attacked the host again. Song Qingge remained calm and turned to look at the questioning male colleague, throwing a yellow talisman at him.

"What are you going to do?" The male colleague's pupils dilated.

Staggered backward.

The data spirit attached to the host computer smelled the food and flew in the direction of the yellow talisman.

The yellow talisman she threw out was an absorption talisman, specifically designed to absorb negative energy.

The "questioning" that started with the male colleague, and the dissatisfaction he caused with other colleagues, are all negative emotions. The negative energy they generate is the best nourishment for data intelligence.

Those who have absorbed negative energy can briefly see the true appearance of the data spirit.

When the data was magnified in front of his skeptical male colleague, he stammered, "Holy crap, what the hell is this? No, there really is a ghost!"

He thought it was a joke.

How could a malfunctioning surveillance system be related to metaphysics? He only realized his mistake when the ugly, dark thing was actually in front of him.

Big mistakes.

"Song Qing, Master Song, I was wrong, I'm so sorry! Please, please have mercy and take this thing away!"

He clasped his hands together, and his legs trembled like a sieve.

I had to hold it in so I didn't urinate on the spot.

"Your current fear is also a negative emotion, and a good one at that. It's nourishment for the fear. I advise you to clear your mind of all thoughts. When there's nothing left to eat, it will naturally go away."

Song Qingge ignored him and continued with the final finishing touches on the formation.

The yellow talisman that just burst was unexpected, but it wasn't an unavoidable accident; it was something she did intentionally.

It was just to scare off those who questioned her.

We've had our fun; it's time to solve the problem.

Unable to suppress his own thoughts and overcome with fear, the questioning male colleague simply banged his head against the wall.

She fainted.

Everyone: ? ? ?

Song Qingge was surprised that he would use this method to solve the problem; it was quite novel.

Golden light shot out from two fingers, heading straight for the data spirit, and golden threads wrapped around it, binding it.

Lift it up.

The gold thread retracted in the direction Song Qingge was pointing.

At the same time, a yellow talisman flew out from the other hand.

Swish swish.

Covered in data, it looked like a golden milk dumpling doll.

Pointing his finger to the ground, the golden thread fell to the ground, and the data spirit was placed on the ground.

Song Qingge took out the soul-guiding lamp that she had prepared beforehand and lit it.

A faint bluish-black light ignited, growing brighter the closer one got to the data sensor.

She swept her right hand across the monitor screen.

Everyone looked in that direction.

The next second, the black screen in front of me lit up.

"Alright," Song Qingge said calmly.

At first, they were stunned in disbelief, and then the crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

Mr. Lai was so excited that he burst into tears: "That's wonderful, it's resolved! I'll have someone issue a statement right away!"

Meanwhile, news broke online that the official statement was a lie, as the monitoring issue has not actually been resolved.

Public opinion erupted again:

--What? No wonder there are still so many robberies and thefts.

--My classmate has disappeared. We need an official explanation! An apology is needed!

--Perhaps it's being resolved.

--They just don't want to solve the problem, they don't care about the lives of ordinary people like us, are they just fooling children?

--Apologies! Apologies!

……

Pu Family Manor.

Liang Xin smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Pu, on this great victory. As long as we control public opinion, the more chaotic it becomes, the more disadvantageous it will be for them."

"I couldn't have done this alone without you. Liangxin, I'm glad I didn't misjudge you this time." Pu Shengwei looked down at the people below.

He picked up the wine glass on the table beside him and took a leisurely sip.

Song Qingge.

Deadbeat.

He will deal with all those who helped the Jiang family one by one.

Let them know that in this city, whoever sides with the Jiang family is Pu Shengwei's enemy.

The butler strode in, bowed respectfully, and spoke at his usual pace: "Sir, they have issued a statement that surveillance has been restored and that Song Qingge has been nominated for commendation."

There's one more thing...

He paused, glanced at the host's expression, and lowered his voice.

"They issued an official investigation order against the Pu family."