Kitahara thought of the genius hacker girl he had known before in the Internet cafe. Although Kitahara was not familiar with computer technology, if the Sakakura, who was proficient in hacking technology, could help him capture and count a large number of documents, then this great difficulty would be solved.

For this statistical issue, it should be an automatic arrest problem.

It should not be very technically difficult.

Thinking about it, Kitahara smiled. There are many friends, and walking in the world is convenient.

"You... have a good friend?" Miyagawa tilted his head and showed a confused look. In her impression, Kitahara seemed to have never made friends with Software Academy in her undergraduate years. Did she meet after work? And... why did Kitahara show that smile... a little strange. That... friend... should be a man. Kitahara... why did she show such an expression to male friends...? It's a bit strange!

"Yes." Kitahara nodded to Miyagawa, then picked up his phone and quickly found the line in Sakakura.

The phone screen shows a black keyboard avatar, which is the line in Sakakura. This avatar is very special. It is obviously just a flat picture, but when viewing the phone screen from different angles, the keyboard in the avatar seems to be jumping, and is tapped by an invisible pair of hands.

Kitahara quickly pressed the screen with his cell phone, tapped his fingertips to send a message.

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Tokyo, Shinjuku, Langsu Internet Cafe.

The room 37 is pitch black, and the computer screen has been turned off. The sound of the cooling fan in the host that can be heard disappears. The only sound that can be heard seems to be a girl snoring gently. In a corner of the room, a ball of black shadows curled up, like a black cat crawling there to sleep. A slight light leaked in from the crack of the door, and the white and slender limbs in the black shadow could be vaguely seen.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the table vibrated.

In this quiet environment, it looks extremely harsh.

It was as if a huge electric drill on the construction site was placed in this small grid, and then turned on at the maximum power, drilling on the ground, making extremely loud noises.

"Ah~~", Sakakuchi screamed directly, and opened his eyes suddenly. His slender white limbs fell from the closet like a cat, and kept waving when they fell to the ground. Sakakuchi felt that his heart was crushed by an iron and almost died suddenly. Last night - no, strictly speaking, it should be 5 a.m. today, she should have gone to bed. Before two o'clock in the afternoon, this period of time has been Sakakuchi's "beauty sleep" time.

Who is it!!

Send me a message!!!

Sakakura's pretty eyebrows stood slightly, looking a little angry. When he woke up in the morning, he was suddenly excited. He took the phone with some anger and turned it into silent mode directly. Then he was about to put the phone back on the table, but hesitated for a moment.

After all... I have few friends.

Since college, I have been excluded by my classmates. The classmates in the dormitory also bullied me, either secretly taking my wash towel to wipe the table, or secretly pouring out some of my cosmetics, such as perfume, or throwing away my slippers.

No one will send a message to himself.

Who is it?

Thinking of this, Sakakura turned on his phone again and saw a small red dot appearing on the line icon, so he clicked in. Seeing the "Xia" avatar flashing, Sakakura was stunned for a moment, and then began to get nervous. Prosecutor... Brother, why did you give me a message?

Disgusting ~.

Sakakura complained, but still clicked on the message, but saw several dense text messages on the screen. She studied it carefully and carefully for a while before she realized that Kitano was asking for his help. It seemed that he was crawling the documents on the "Traffic Responsibility Certification Data Network" and counting the accident rate and mortality rate of each expressway. Sakakura opened the "Traffic Responsibility Certification Data Network". When she saw that tens of millions of documents were uploaded, her eyebrows trembled.

This is asking me to be a coolie.

It is not difficult to capture it technically, it just takes time to invest.

However, if I help the prosecutor brother like this, would I seem too cheap? It's a waste of time? Sakakura thought hard for a while, then immediately moved his hand and pressed a message:

"I can help you, but you have to let me win the next Internet cafe ring match."

After the message was sent, the opposite side seemed to be silent.

There was no reply for a long time.

Uh ~.

It’s not that cheap, Sakakura! Sakakura pouted. Anyway, Kitahara had something to ask for me. I ignored him, so he was worried.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated again.

Sakakura quickly took it out again, looked at the screen, and saw what Kitano sent him. However, he saw messages on his phone. The text of the message was very short, which was just a simple question:

【Do you like e-sports?】

Uh ~.

Of course I like it. In addition to studying programming, Sakakura spent the most time playing games. At least she thought she had reached a quasi-professional level, otherwise Sakakura could not dominate the Langsu Internet Cafe for a year, so she immediately replied to the word "like".

Almost the moment the information was sent, the message was returned in seconds by "Weng" on the opposite side.

But I saw a few big words written on the message:

[Working a counterfeit game is contrary to the spirit of competition!]

Sakakura held his cell phone and saw this message. He immediately widened his eyes, curled his lips and snorted coldly and sent it out. He was so annoying! He was so annoying!! Men knew how to be reasonable and reasoned every day!!

Just as he was about to put his phone back on the desktop, Sakakura hesitated again.

Kitahara made a request to himself.

I am needed.

For some reason, this feeling of being needed suddenly soothes the feeling of loneliness in Sakakuchi's heart. In this world, there are still places where you can help, where you can use it, or where someone needs you. I... I am still a valuable person, a useful person to others.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Kitahara...you...you really hate it.

I... I will help you once.

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Tokyo, Shinjuku, Jiangteng Law Firm.

Kitahara was packing the "debris" of breakfast and cleaning the desktop quickly. The cell phone placed on the desktop vibrated. He then picked up the cell phone, but it was sent by Sakakura. The message said that Kitahara needed to do the preparations for her.

According to Sakakura's requirements, according to the current number of documents on the Traffic Responsibility Certification Data Network, in order to ensure the accuracy of the arrest, Kitahara needs to conduct manual reviews, read about 3,000 traffic responsibility certification documents, and then extract the standard keywords for her. In this way, she can do more accurately in the process of information capture.

3,000 servings.

Kitahara tasted this number, and it seemed like she had to do it well today. Kitahara rolled up her sleeves and looked at Miyagi, smiling and said, "We have to work hard today. My friend said that we have to manually read at least 3,000 responsibility identification documents first, and then summarize and extract the keywords."

"No problem", Miyagawa put his hands on his waist, his expression a little eager to try. From the beginning of taking the case, she felt that she had been losing to her.

In the office, a man and a woman began to read the traffic responsibility certification certificate with boring and long work. In the quiet law firm, the keyboard typing and mouse clicking sounds came from time to time. The clock on the wall began to move around minute by minute, and time began to pass quietly. When we arrived at the hotel, the two of them simply handed in a takeaway, chewed a few bites, and then continued to work.

One hundred copies, two hundred copies, three hundred copies... With continuous quick browsing and reading, more and more keywords are extracted on word documents.

After staring at the computer for a long time, the girl stood up, walked to the side and dripped a few eye drops, blinked her eyes, and returned to the work station. The boy simply yawned, and after a while, he continued to stare at the computer.

The sunset was setting. The two of them seemed to have some tacit understanding and did not leave the law firm, but continued to order takeout, and after simply dealing with the important supper, they started working again.

Time continues to dial backwards.

The night began to cover the city of Tokyo. The shops around the streets were closed, and only the street lights on the sidewalks were still emitting yellow lights. The crowds on the streets first increased because of the crowds after get off work, and then gradually became sparse. Until the end, only a few people walked on the pedestrian street of the shops in the early morning.
Chapter completed!