Chapter 7 Chapter 7

In order to intercept intelligence from the network, the National Security Agency of the United States spent huge sums of money to build a machine that can crack all passwords --- TRANSLTR.This supercomputer has thwarted the plots of countless terrorists, but it can also intercept ordinary people's emails.Is the world devoid of privacy and secrets?Please follow Dan Brown, the king of American suspense novels, into the puzzle of "digital castle" and experience a thrilling high-tech confrontation in the information age—— Susan returned to the No. 3 outlet, keyed in her personal password, and the tracking program appeared in front of her eyes, but there was still no feedback about North Dakota.The tracer ran for longer than scheduled.She suspected that she might have made a mistake when writing the program.

Hale looked at her complacently. " "Ensei Yuka said he wrote an unbreakable algorithm, what do you know about this algorithm?" Susan's heart skipped a beat. "Oh, yes... I seem to have read material on this. But I don't agree with it. Everyone knows that unbreakable algorithms are mathematically impossible." "God knows..." Halle sighed deliberately, "There are many things in the world that you can't imagine. Seriously, Susan, have you ever thought that maybe this is possible, maybe Yuanchengyou Gaga is more skilled than ours?" Superior."

"Maybe." Susan shrugged, pretending not to be interested. "We've been corresponding for some time," said Hale casually, "Ensei Tomoka and I. Do you know anything about it?" Susan did her best to hide her shock. "yes?" "Yes. After I debunked the Exocet algorithm, he wrote me a letter -- saying that we are like brother in the world's fight for online privacy." Susan could hardly believe his words. Hale continued: "He congratulated me for proving that Flying Fish had a back door—calling it a victory for the privacy rights of people all over the world. You have to admit, Susan, that back doors in Flying Fish are not above board. If you let me Say, Strathmore should be arrested."

"Greg," snapped Susan, trying to suppress her anger, "that back door exists because the NSA can crack e-mails that threaten national security." "Oh, is it?" Hale sighed deliberately. "So spying on ordinary citizens is just a by-product?" "Governments have the right to collect information that poses a threat to their people." "My God," Hale sighed, "you sound like you've been brainwashed by Strathmore. Tricked encryption standards mean the NSA can spy on anyone, anywhere, anytime." "You're so right—we should be doing this!" Susan's voice suddenly became harsh. "If you don't expose the back door in 'Flying Fish', we can get any code we want to break, not just the ones that TRANSLTR can handle."

"If I don't find that back door," Hale argues, "someone will. I'm doing you guys a favor by finding the back door and debunking it. If Flying Fish is debunked after release, you Can you imagine the consequences?" "It's all the same," Susan shot back. "Hey," he said, a little resigned, "now it doesn't matter. You built TRANSLTR. You can watch whatever you want whenever you want—nobody doubts that anymore. You won. " "Didn't we win? Don't forget you're working for the NSA." "I won't be here long," said Hale sharply. "I'm serious. One day, I'm going to get out of here."

"Greg," Susan said, her voice deliberate and controlled, "I'm under a lot of pressure right now. When you talk about the NSA, you mean it as if we're using high-tech spying on people. I don't feel comfortable. This organization was created with one purpose - to keep this country safe. I think most citizens are willing to sacrifice some privacy to ensure that the bad guys don't get away with it." Halle was silent. "Sooner or later," Susan went on, "the people of this country are going to have to believe in some organization. There's a lot of good in the Internet—but there's also a lot of bad in it. Someone has to be close to everything. , distinguish the good from the bad. That's what we do. That's our job."

Hale nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Who will watch over these watchers?" Susan looked bewildered. "If we are the watchdogs of society, who will watch us and make sure we are not dangerous?" Susan nodded, not knowing what to say. Hale had a smile on his face. "Tomoka Ensei signed all the letters to me like this. This is his favorite line." David Baker is standing in the hallway outside Suite 301.He knocked on the door.The door opened a crack, and a chubby German stared down at him. Baker smiled politely. "Can I say a few words to you?" There was a look of uneasiness on the man's face. "What is your business?"

"Ring," Baker said, "you have a ring." The German's eyes widened. "What are you going to do?" Baker flashed his Maryland Squash Club membership card in front of the German's eyes, shouted: "Police!" Then he pushed open the door and rushed into the room, quickly turning on the lights. "I'm from the Tourist Relations Branch of the Spanish Gendarmerie in Seville. Are prostitutes harbored here? Did you know it's illegal in Spain?" "No, I don't know. I'll send her home right away." At this moment, the bathroom door slammed open.Rocío Eva Granada was standing at the door.a beauty. "What are you going to do?" she asked hoarsely in English.

Baker stared at the beautiful woman standing in front of him from across the room. "I want a ring." He said coldly. Rocio shook his head. "no." Baker said angrily, "Why not?" "I don't have the ring anymore, I've sold it." Deyuan Zhao Gao paced back and forth in the room like a trapped animal.He hasn't heard from North Dakota yet. Dakota didn't leave him a phone number.Deyuan Zhao Gao rushed out of the office and went straight to the company's main telephone exchange. "Today at 4:45 I received a call on my personal phone. Can you tell me where the call came from?" Tokumoto Shotaka regretted that he hadn't done so earlier.In this digital age, privacy is a thing of the past; everything is recorded.

"Do it now," he ordered, "let me know as soon as we hear." Susan had no idea how long she had been sitting there waiting for the tracking program.She opens the tracking program's status window, hoping to see the hours and minutes displayed.But what she saw made her blood run cold. Tracking procedure has been aborted. "The tracking program has been terminated!" she yelled, "Why?" Susan panicked and frantically scrolled through the pages, checking the data on the screen, looking for any command in the program that would stop the tracking process.To no avail.It seems that her tracking program is automatically stopped.Susan knew there was only one possibility for this -- her tracking program had malfunctioned.

"I don't have time to troubleshoot." Susan cursed secretly, suddenly feeling that something was very strange.She used the same tracking program last month with no issues.Why is there a sudden failure now? Susan immediately realized that there was another possibility that the tracking program was suspended.She grabbed a spiral binder labeled "System Operations" and flipped through it.Then type a few commands. After a while, Susan's terminal made a "beep" sound.Her heart beat faster.She held her breath and stared intently at the screen. error code 22 Susan's heart was filled with hope.This is good news.This indicates that the tracking procedure is normal.This tracking was aborted apparently due to some external anomaly. Error code 22.Susan flipped through the System Operation manual, looking through the list of error codes.When she read the number 22, her eyes stopped there and stared for a long time.What she saw made no sense at all. 22: Manual stop Baker stared at Rocio in shock. "You sold the ring?" Baker hoped it wasn't true. "It's a girl near the park." Baker felt his legs go weak.This is impossible! Rossio smiled a little embarrassedly, and pointed at the German. "He's going to take the ring, but I don't agree. A ring from a dying man is not a good omen." "Do you know that girl?" Baker asked. "No. I didn't actually sell it," Rocio said. "I wanted to, but she was a child and broke. I ended up giving her the ring. "Someone died".Why don't you wait for the police?And give them the ring? " "The old man called an ambulance. We decided to leave. I don't want to deal with the police." Baker is still trying to come to terms with this brutal turn of fortune.He actually gave away that damned thing! "I wanted to help the dying man," Rocio explained, "but he didn't seem to need help. His first thought was the ring—kept holding it out in front of us. He erected Picking up those three misshapen fingers, and kept reaching for us—as if we were supposed to take the ring." "Did you try CPR on him?" Baker guessed. "No, we didn't touch him. My friend was terrified." Baker frowned.He thought again of the bruise on Ensei Yuka's chest. "Did the medical staff perform CPR first aid?" "I don't know. We left before they got there." "What does that girl look like?" "A punk," Rocio replied. "Wears a lot of jewellery. A weird earring in one ear. I think it's a skull." "Did she tell you her name? She didn't say where she was going?" "No. She doesn't speak Spanish very well. I reckon she's English. Her hair is wild—dyed red and white and blue." Thinking of this weird image, Baker couldn't help frowning. "Maybe an American," he offered. "I don't think so," Rossio said. "She was wearing a T-shirt that looked like the Union Jack." Baker nodded silently.The bed creaked suddenly, and Rocio's guest moved with difficulty.Baker turned to him, "Is there anything else you want to say?" The four words that came out of the giant's mouth must have been English, but they were hard to hear under his thick German accent. "Go away and die." Baker was dumbfounded. "Sorry?" "Go away and die," the man repeated in broken English. Baker is now too tired to be angry.Fuck off and die?What happened to this cowardly and cowardly man? "Sounds like I've stayed too long to be welcome." Baker forced a smile politely. "I'm leaving." He apologized to the German for disturbing his evening. The giant smiled timidly and said, "It doesn't matter." Baker walked out the door.It doesn't matter?So what the hell is going on with "Go away and die"?