YOUNG DETECTIVE
83. Hacking to Hackers
Via was already standing gallantly in front of Mak Iroh's house. The house that looks lonely in the afternoon gradually towards the night, making the atmosphere of the house even more gloomy. Naturally, everyone thought he was a witch doctor, a gloomy house, no light even one lamp with the smallest power. From inside the house is already lit by a dim light oil lamp that is not so bright.
In his hand he has grasped a magic handcuff, to just tell the public that he is the ringleader that makes the people around here experience incredible itching.
Apparently, not long after Via arrived, Deval also appeared. Deval approached him, and he only let out a thin, slanted smile as usual. Choosing to go to Mak Iroh's place, it turns out that the person is not in the place. Deval follows Via with a variety of indecipherable body languages.
Via again checked the items in the hut, a variety of spices that strongly smelled filled the atmosphere of the evening before night in the room. Via chose to be reluctant to speak, because Deval's attitude was like hostile to him since.
Either it's just his feelings, or there's something else Deval is thinking about. The closer he gets, the more mysteries Deval reveals because of his strange attitude.
No one, and the atmosphere of the house was so gloomy, that Via chose to leave the place as soon as possible. Leaving Deval who had been confused to start the conversation.
Trying to guess, where Mak Iroh went. Did he know, too, that this afternoon they were going to his house? Is it true that he has psychic knowledge, or is everything that happens just a coincidence?
But why did he know where I was? Was it in invisible mode? Jemari Via was stroking her chin as she thought of everything that might happen.
"Via!" eventually Deval broke the silence between the two of them. Via glanced for a while and came back busy assuming that was still dancing around in his mind.
"Via horrified me, didn't he?" this time the person being asked just grunted and turned his back, feeling disturbed in the middle of his mind that was almost at the top.
"Via Lo why did I cuekin from earlier?" this time, he stared hard. I felt that what was being accused of him was not true.
"It's not that Lo has been acting indistinctly with me. At first it was fine, but suddenly it was not clear. That's weird you know?" Anger that had been forgotten, re-emerged because ignited by Deval.
Suddenly he loses the passion of competition, handing over notes, Labor results, and drugs that can relieve itching and rashes to the victim to Deval.
"Well, grab! This is Lo's case! Lo aja who settled. Read the notes carefully, be clever to explain it, and do not forget to share the medicine!" Then he left a big question mark on Deval's head.
Though I should have asked for an explanation for his behavior earlier, what was he thinking? Why is he suddenly so quiet and upsetting?
Hah, Finally all the work from then on until the somersault, the edges are handed over to Deval. He could only sigh, changing the makeup back to Marni, after which it went straight back to the boarding house.
At the place where the mafia gathered, there were currently ten of them. Each holds two laptops, constantly trying to penetrate the system's defenses and attack the BOS within the network. And finally the virus that Stevan created, wrapped around their servers…
"Aaarrrgghhhttt." on average they scratch their heads. The virus that Stevan created was malignant enough to paralyze them for a while.
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Stevan with a satisfied smile, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief for a while. After hacking to hackers who continue to interfere.
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