Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

Chapter 421: People who are about to die have good intentions.

prison.

Since Zhou Mochen saw Jiang Niannian, he had been huddled in the corner, looking at the small palm-sized window above his head.

The moonlight is slightly like a silver glow, and the flying dust in the air can be seen to be illuminated with the naked eye, but before we can appreciate it, the thunder is accompanied by dark clouds.

Calculating carefully, this was the last time he would see the moon in his life.

Too short.

He has been thinking, is there really a soul after death?Will it float in the air after death, as they say?

Perhaps it was because he had been in prison for a long time, and he even felt that it would be nice to float in the air after death, at least he was free.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

But there is still a sense of anticipation in my heart, because I can see Jiang Niannian again tomorrow.

He really wanted to leave something for her in this world, but the young man lowered his head and looked at his hands and surroundings.

Nothing.

What can be done?He pressed the back of his head against the cold wall, closed his eyes, and listened to the muffled sound of thunder.

There was a "Zila" sound, and the prison guard's voice came from the door: "Hey, 7026, you are a hacker, how long will it take to recover deleted data?"

Zhou Mochen stared at the door in shock. Because he had been alone for too long, sometimes when faced with sounds, he was always afraid that they were hallucinations, so he would pause for a moment to react.

"What...data?"

"Oh, don't worry about it, can it be recovered? If it can be recovered, I... I will treat you to a good meal," the prison guard's voice was very small and timid, as if he was afraid that others would hear it.

Zhou Mochen did not refuse, no matter what data was restored, it should be a piece of cake for him.

It's just a matter of time.

"Five hours." Zhou Mochen hadn't touched a computer for a long time. Looking at these familiar yet unfamiliar keyboards, his finger joints felt a little itchy.

After hearing his very positive answer, the prison guard counted the time and was overjoyed: "Okay, as long as you recover well, I'll treat you to McDonald's."

"Need not."

"You don't eat?"

The prison guard was a little surprised. He thought that a person who had been in prison for so long would want to eat outside food, but he didn't expect him to have no worldly desires at all.

Zhou Mochen raised his eyes and looked at him: "I'll help you recover your data. I'll lend you your computer for an hour."

The prison guard scratched his head. Although he didn't know much about computers, he knew that the person in front of him was a very famous hacker.

Lending a computer is like giving a sword to a samurai, with endless consequences.

He dared not take the risk.

He accidentally deleted the data on his computer, and he would only receive some punishment and a fine, but if a hacker installed a virus on his computer, he would not be able to bear the consequences.

Zhou Mochen understood what he was worried about: "Have you ever heard of a saying? People who are about to die have good intentions."

The prison guard looked at the young man's deer eyes. It was raining heavily outside the window, and thunder and lightning were flashing. In fact, it was impossible to order takeout in such bad weather.

"Okay, okay, I'll believe you for now, but you have to help me recover the data."

"Yeah." Zhou Mochen didn't have much time, so he sat down in front of the computer and quickly tapped the keyboard with his ten fingers.

One hour, two hours passed.

The prison guard became extremely anxious when he saw that the wind and rain outside were getting worse, especially when he found signs of rising water.

If the water rises at night, there will probably be chaos again. If the team leader discovers that he secretly released the condemned prisoners to do things, he may be punished again.

Don’t pick up the sesame seeds and lose the watermelon.

The prison guard was anxiously circling outside the door.

Two hours, three hours passed.

There was gradually a glimmer of light on the horizon, but the heavy rain continued unabated. The water under his feet had reached 10cm. The prison guard was already panicking and began to urge him: "How long do you have?" He couldn't control the promise he made now. He was here. At the critical moment, there is nothing else but your own interests in mind.

Zhou Mochen didn't make a sound, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and he was sweating, his fingers were too fast to see clearly.

The prison guard didn't understand the garbled characters, so he just looked anxiously aside when he saw the red and green letters scrolling.

"Hurry up. When the water rises, it will be too late."

Zhou Mochen had tried his best.

He knew that he was now racing against time and not a single second could be wasted.

I also know that I will probably get nothing.

But there is no way. The only thing he hopes now is that there is enough time.

People are knives and I am fish.

In order to allow himself to concentrate more, he scolded the prison guard in a low voice: "If you don't want all your efforts to be wasted, just shut up."

I have to say that this sentence was quite effective. At least for the next hour, the prison guard said nothing.

The wind outside the window felt like it was pulling out the trees, and the whistling sounds sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

In fact, the light on the horizon was blocked by gray clouds as soon as it appeared, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night for a while.

Zhou Mochen finished it an hour earlier than expected, but he did not tell the prison guards.

After all, he had experienced human nature a long time ago. If he had told him, the hour he had bought in advance would have been usurped.

He wanted to leave something for Jiang Niannian.

In this world, she is the only person he cares about.

In his world, if he is a boat, then Jiang Niannian is the pair of oars.

Without her, he loses his way forward.

What to leave behind?

The time Zhou Mochen finally bought was wasted for a few minutes.

He thought for a moment before tapping with his ten fingers.

Compared with the frown just now, Zhou Mochen now had a smile on his face when facing the computer.

Although there was still not enough time, the prison guard saw the time correctly, and it was exactly five hours before he came in.

He couldn't understand the garbled characters scrolling on the computer, and asked in a bad tone: "Are you done? Come back as soon as you are done."

In fact, he also knew that his words were untenable.

But if there were no thunderstorms today, and if the water was not really going to rise soon, he would naturally be given an extra hour as promised.

"Half an hour, just give me another half hour."

"Didn't you say five hours would be enough? Now five hours are up and you're still not recovered?" The prison guard actually had some suspicions, but because he didn't know much about it, he didn't dare to confirm it.

Zhou Mochen: "If these data are not restored, you will inevitably be punished."

"It's none of your business." The prison guard looked a bit embarrassed.

"Even if other people come, the final result will be to find me to help you recover your data." Zhou Mochen still has this self-knowledge: "No one here will be better than me."

The prison guard curled his lips and had nothing to say. Before going out, he did not forget to urge: "Half an hour, please hurry up."

"Despite the bad weather, your afternoon shooting will go ahead as scheduled."

Zhou Mochen's fingers paused for a moment, then typed on the keyboard faster.

The voice behind him was slightly sarcastic: "Don't waste my time, it's very precious."

(End of this chapter)