Chapter 667 [Chapter of the Fatal Game] One Hundred and Sixteen: Victim

Tom Ribot put away his cell phone, put on his gloves, took out the soaked film from the mixed solution of soda and coffee grounds, checked the integrity of the photo, and then carefully wiped off the chemical stains on the surface of the photo.

Then, he took out some other photos - from the massacre of workers at the industrial zone police station to today's private meeting between senators and strike organizers, he took photos of many important moments that happened in between.

He placed all the photos on the table one by one in the logical order of time, and paired them with manuscripts. These manuscripts recorded corresponding text descriptions and details of the events.

Not many people may know what happened in these photos, but people will definitely be able to tell whether they are true or false, because the occurrence of these things is so logical and so consistent with people's perceived reality.

Even in simulator games, these things are common - countless similar incidents have led to the deterioration of Yharnam City, and the aftermath of countless such incidents has made things worse and worse.

Unlike simulators, these things actually happen in the real world.

Tom Ribot wants to prove to everyone that the simulator is really not just a simulator, and the future deduced in the simulator is quickly becoming a reality!

The reason why he used a camera first and then spread it on the Internet was not because he was unwilling to use his mobile phone to take pictures, but because since the Internet was launched in Yanan City and everyone used mobile phones, there are always photos on someone's mobile phone.

Inexplicably disappeared.

Or maybe you took pictures of something you shouldn’t have taken and were suddenly visited by the street police.

He understood from this that the things in the mobile phone were not safe and that some people could access the mobile phone through the Internet at any time.

The mobile phone network cannot be turned off. As long as the [Lighthouse] is still there, the mobile phone will always be connected to the network.

This means that once he chooses to spread this information through the Internet, he must complete everything he wants to do in a short period of time - he must publish these important things before being approached by the street police.

He took a deep breath, came to the broken floor mirror in the room, took the octagonal hat on top of the floor mirror, put it on his head, and straightened his collar.

He is about to complete the most critical step - to move the photos and the evidence he has collected these days to the Internet, so that everyone can see the true face of Xiacheng District all along, and let the criminals receive the punishment they deserve.

And let people know that the events simulated in the simulator have a high probability of happening in the real world.

He didn't know the consequences of doing this, nor did he know what would happen to those who had been arrested by the street police.

He only knows that he has struggled his whole life to spread truth and truth, and even now he is worthy of the oath he swore when he became a reporter.

He faced himself in the mirror, opened his cracked lips again, and said silently:

"I will respect the truth and the public's right to know the truth as my first duty..."

The wind and snow outside the window are getting worse. It is now early January, and Yanan City is about to usher in the two coldest months of the year. The howling snowstorm outside the window drowns out the sunlight that shines through the cracks in the corner building, and the small room is freezing cold.

Humid, but not gloomy.

"I will defend the principle of freedom to collect and publish news honestly, and defend the right to fair judgment..."

"I will report the facts to understand the root cause and will never suppress necessary information or tamper with documents..."

"I regard it as my duty to be worthy of the title of journalist and to faithfully follow the above principles..."

His hands were trembling due to fear. This trembling reminded him of the first time he swore these declarations with his teacher. He was also trembling at that time, because he thought he had found his lifelong mission, and also

I have found my destiny in life.

The trembling quickly disappeared as he thought of his son, Wolf Ribot.

Even if he is unable to continue his oath, little Wolfe will become the successor of his will, inherit his will, and continue to uphold fairness and justice!

He returned to his desk, turned on his phone, entered the simulator's forum, opened a post titled "The results simulated by the simulator have appeared in the real world", and uploaded the photos he took and annotated.

After completing all this, he sat down quietly.

Soon, dense footsteps came from the end of the corridor outside. He did not break the window and escape like before. He had completed his mission, and there was no point in continuing his painful escape career.

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At 11 o'clock that night, a man wearing a postman's uniform knocked on the door of the apartment at 33 Walker Street.

Jack Baldo put the pistol behind his back with one hand, opened the door with the other hand, and saw the postman delivering a palm-sized package to him.

"Hello, this is Wolf Ribot's delivery."

Jack Baldo said cautiously:

"Little Wolf lives in school, you should go to the missionary school to find him."

The postman simply said:

"We are only responsible for delivering the mail."

After he finished speaking, he put the package at the door, turned around and left.

Jack Baldo was silent for a moment, picked up the package, opened it, and saw a letter and a camera.

On the side of the camera it says:

"To my proudest Wolf Ribot"

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The number of posts in the forum is decreasing rapidly.

'finally come.'

Chen Yan had long expected that this moment would occur, but did not expect that this moment would come so late. It must be because the real-life impact of the simulator has become unbearable for some people.

The quantum avatar turned into a fiery red data stream and entered the underlying code of the server. He immediately noticed some abnormal codes controlled by humans - those abnormal codes not only came from the server's riddled code backdoors, but also from point-to-face distributed rejection.

Service attack.

The attacker's intention is obvious, which is to interfere with and gradually control the normal operation of the server, but to maintain the normal operation of the server to a certain extent.

'The newspaper where the server is located has not shut down the server because the game is an excellent opportunity for them, and they will definitely find ways to protect the normal operation of the server.'

The quantum clone has seen the control room where the server's physical host is located through the link channel inside the server. The members of the newspaper are anxiously watching the code that is gradually becoming chaotic and about to collapse. The programmers they paid a lot of money to hire start from this moment.

Now comes the key role——

Programmers scrambled to remove anomalous code that came in from the backdoor of server code and tried to prevent some distributed denial-of-service attacks.

Nowadays, Chen Yan no longer cares whether the quantum clone is discovered or not. The fiery red data flow penetrates the code ocean of the server like a sharp sword, destroying the abnormal code that attacks the forum.

But even so, the forum module still lost access links one after another, and some user data completely disappeared from the server.
Chapter completed!