Chapter 391: 146, you are Chen Shanhe, I am Lin Mo!!_4
It seemed extremely harmonious, but what neither of them knew was this.
As long as during their conversation, if one of them said even a single wrong word, this harmony would be shattered in an instant.
Leading to a bloodbath!
…
Meanwhile.
No sooner had Lin Mo left the residential area than his phone began to vibrate in a specific way.
It was a message from the deep web.
Lin Mo unlocked his phone with a different set of gestures and saw that the incoming voice call was from Dark.
He glanced around, saw nothing unusual, and then put on his headset and answered the call.
Dark’s voice came through: “Abyss, congratulations, you’ve become the hottest newsmaker in the world. I heard that Grand Xia has issued a notice that they will ensure your family’s safety. I’m really happy for you, my friend.”
“There’s a bit of money left from the development of the live streaming software, send me an account, and I’ll transfer it to you.”
As Lin Mo walked, he said, “Thanks for your congratulations, but it’s too early to celebrate, my enemies have not yet been brought to justice. By the way, I was planning to contact you about this yesterday, let’s not talk about the money for now, how is your health?”
Without the help of Dark and the other experts on the deep web, even if Lin Mo were rich, he could not have created the live streaming software.
Since the broadcast ended, he had been concerned about Dark’s health and had left voice messages for Dark, but he had not received any replies.
Dark did not hide anything and replied truthfully, “To be frank, friend, I’ve just woken up from a coma. The doctors say I don’t have much time left. Hey, brother, don’t worry about me. Even if I die, I’ll be the best hacker in hell.”
In this regard, Lin Mo believed.
Talent is talent, no matter where it goes.
Lin Mo had actually already decided that once he left Grand Xia today, he would use the system to help Dark search for a cure.
It was not only to express his gratitude but also to ensure his own safety.
Having a world-class hacker as a friend could help him solve all kinds of internet security problems.
“Dark, what do you plan to do next?”
The conversations between Lin Mo and Dark were straightforward, without too much beating around the bush; they said what they needed to say: “I’ll use my connections to help you look for the cure, though the chances of success might not be high.”
“Don’t bother, if there was such a thing, I would have found it a long time ago.”
Having lived with a terminal illness for years, Dark had a very calm perspective on life and death. He said with a smile, “I don’t want to die in a hospital. The world’s number one Dark shouldn’t die in a hospital bed, my fans wouldn’t like that ending.”
“Even if I’m about to die, I should die in front of my computer.”
“So, I’m going to keep developing some unfinished interesting software. It would be great to complete them before I die. Moreover, if you want to continue, I can help you upgrade the live streaming software.”
“That way, even if I’m gone in the future, you could still start short live streams within a limited scope.”
The live streaming software was Lin Mo’s trump card, and as for money, it was just a set of numbers for Lin Mo—he never worried about lacking it.
Being able to pay for technology was without a doubt a good thing, one could never know when it might come in handy again.
With that thought, Lin Mo chuckled and said, “Heh, Dark, I didn’t expect you to care so much about your image. I always thought you were indifferent to public opinion. The software update then—I’ll leave it to you. As for the money, feel free to use it to upgrade the software, or you can splurge however you need.”
“Image? Of course, I care. I’ve made a really interesting piece of software, and if I die, it will be sent to hackers all over the world, to improve their skills.” Dark said playfully, “I’m sure it will be a hackers’ carnival!”
“Alright, Mr. Lin, I won’t keep you from enjoying life, goodbye.”
“Hmm, take care of yourself, goodbye.”
Lin Mo ended the voice call.
He took off the headset, stored it back in its case, and couldn’t help but reflect on the fragility of life.
In the past six months, Lin Mo had been to many countries and met many, many people.
There were Wall Street tycoons and mercenaries living on the edge, the helmspeople of mysterious families, and beggars and drug addicts barely hanging on at the roadside.
Some wanted to die but lacked the courage to commit suicide.
And there were many who wanted to live but suffered from all sorts of diseases, gradually watching their bodies deteriorate until they had to helplessly bid the world farewell.
“The world is a whore, everyone can have her, but she doesn’t bring pleasure to everyone.”
“… Who said that again?”
Lin Mo couldn’t recall and decided not to dwell on it. He began looking for authentic sea duck eggs from one street vendor to the next.
The morning market was full of stalls—vegetables, various kinds of seafood, and a variety of local specialties were all for sale.
“Young man, take a look at sandworms, good quality sandworms, going cheap!”
“Hepu’s clams, would you like some?”
“Want some Xiangshan nozzle lychee?”
“Weizhou Island bananas, 5 yuan a kilo, a good deal!”
The cries of the vendors were noisy, and perhaps seeing that Lin Mo looked like a wealthy person, many were calling out to him.
Even though Lin Mo’s family always lived in trepidation, when it came to eating, he never skimped and would always prepare a variety of dishes for his family.
He had bought all sorts of ingredients and was a bit knowledgeable about them.
Despite the vendors sitting roadside looking very plain and clearly local farmers or fishermen, even a bit pitiable, the quality of their goods was another story altogether.