Charles Brown, thirty-two years old, Englishman.
Information security director at Bloomsbury Publishing, and a huge Harry Potter fan.
He once spent tens of thousands of pounds to buy the first edition of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" from someone.
Three days ago, he took a two-week leave of absence, claiming that he was feeling unwell.
He was not found at his home or the hospital.
After piecing together all the information, Daniel knew that it was definitely him.
"Berty, you've done a great job, it must be him."
Now everyone, please take on your tasks.
First, we need to go to Bloomsbury Publishing to retrieve Charles's fingerprints, and ideally, a photo of his hand, to compare with the hand in the video.
In addition, it is necessary to investigate and record his relevant activities at the publishing house, and prepare a personal profile of him.
Then another group of people went to Facebook to retrieve his personal chat history.
All the rest of us have to do is find him and bring him back.
Go to Vodafone to find the locations where his mobile phone number appeared, down to the street level.
After everyone assigned tasks, Daniel and Bertie needed to retrieve Charles's chat history from Facebook.
On the way to Fitzloveria, near Oxford Street, where Facebook's new London headquarters is located, Daniel said:
"Berty, you've done a great job this time. If it weren't for you finding this entry point, we don't know how long it would have taken us to find out Charles's true identity."
The other party is an information security manager, so be wary of someone with an exceptionally strong personality.
He probably thought that no one could guess the meaning of the ID, which was just the reverse order of 1 to 10 and the number 500, and very few people knew its meaning.
How did you connect numbers with Harry Potter?
Bertie looked sad: "Because I also once owned a first edition, first printing of 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone'."
The last traceable auction I just mentioned was the auction of the copy of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" that I have in my possession.
Therefore, I have a certain sensitivity to this number.
Daniel seemed to sense the other person's sadness: "If you can't bear to part with it, why sell it?"
Bertie sighed: "Because this is a memento left by my mother."
I have three other sisters, and they all want to sell, but I have no say in the matter.
My mother passed away 20 years ago, and no one has ever realized the value of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
When I was little, I often flipped through it, and only later did I hear from my father that it was the first edition and first printing of Harry Potter.
Then, after having it appraised, it was confirmed to be genuine.
People from the auction house come to my house every day, saying that this is a gift left to us by my mother.
Selling this book at auction is a way to commemorate my mother, and she would be happy to see that her belongings can help us.
Finally, at that Harry Potter-themed auction, the first edition Harry Potter book left by his mother was auctioned off as the grand finale.
I simply couldn't understand it, so I didn't go back to South Derbyshire for Christmas for several years.
Oh, I forgot to mention, that last book sold for £40,000 at auction.
Daniel comforted him, saying, "I think I've seen this story in the news before. No wonder you've been spending Christmas in London for the past few years."
Sigh, if you look at it from another angle, perhaps your mother really hoped that the things she left behind could help you.
After all, forty thousand pounds is no small sum.
Bertie looked up at the roof of the car: "Maybe."
I was unable to prevent it from happening back then, and I even came to hate my family because of it.
I just don't want my mother's belongings to be auctioned off.
Perhaps it's because I don't lack money that I feel others shouldn't have to give up anything for money.
"Never mind that. This is one of the legacies my mother left me—the ability to find Charles."
Seeing that the other person's emotions were about to rise a bit, Daniel said:
"I'm 90 percent certain that Charles is the Mr. X who posted on Facebook."
What we need to do now is turn 90% certainty into 100%, and then find out where they are.
The real way to catch people isn't through advanced internet technology.
When both parties are fully on guard, especially when the target is a professional individual or team, and there is no visual information available, the chance of finding the other party solely through network backtracking technology is virtually zero.
However, criminal investigation and espionage methods can narrow down the scope infinitely, and even the most skilled hacker will leave traces.
As long as there is a logical connection, it can definitely be grasped.
In reality, finding someone is a process of narrowing down the search area.
The reason this mission is so difficult is because of time; there is simply not enough time.
“Buck, you know what? I think I’ve recently discovered some traces of magic.”
"Here we go again. How many times have you told me you've discovered traces of magic, and when have you ever actually succeeded?"
"This time it's for real. I think I've got a feel for it. Just wait, I'll give you a surprise in a few days."
"Hehe, although I am also very enthusiastic about it, I am not like Zheng from China who can afford to buy an observatory to dig a magi for me."
Now "G" has become Zheng Li's code name. When people abroad associate "G" with Zheng Li, they know that it refers to Zheng Li.
This trend became increasingly popular after Zheng Li announced that he had become a monk.
"No, it doesn't need a magic brain. Merlin is most likely a hoax."
Merlin's claim that one can only possess magic by using a magical brain is false.
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