Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 390: Raising a Child in the End of the World and Killing Zombies 4

In the modern world they have experienced, they have long found opportunities to master top-notch hacking techniques.

With their current level, I'm afraid no one in this world can track them.

Muchen's fingertips tapped quickly on the keyboard, and the code on the screen scrolled like running water.

Sirong was standing aside, whispering to him about the information she wanted to convey.

"First, send an anonymous alert to the CDC," Sirong said, "focusing on the initial symptoms and the time of mutation."

Muchen nodded, his fingers moving. "Send the encrypted file to the email addresses of several key laboratories, and attach some 'hypothetical' experimental data."

Sirong's lips curled up slightly. "Yes, using academic circles to attract attention is much more credible than directly saying it's the end of the world."

Sirong spoke without stopping her hands.

Slender fingers flew across the keyboard, and the web pages on the screen switched quickly one after another.

Muchen was responsible for alerting national authorities, while she posted on major domestic portals and forums.

She also did not let go of short video platforms, striving to make more people pay attention to them.

"It's not enough to rely solely on official channels. We have to let more people see it." She whispered, and at the same time registered multiple accounts on several major domestic portals and popular forums, and began to release early warning information.

Beware of the new virus! Initial symptoms are similar to those of the common cold, but can rapidly worsen within 48 hours.

Recently, patients with unexplained low-grade fever have appeared in many places. Experts remind: Pay attention to protection!

This is not a drill! Please share: A large-scale public health incident may occur in the next two months.

Each post is carefully designed so as not to appear alarmist but also to attract sufficient attention.

She deliberately avoided using words like "zombie" which could easily be taken as a joke, and instead used more professional terms to raise awareness.

Short video platforms are also not left behind.

Sirong quickly edited several animations simulating the progression of symptoms, followed by a serious explanation: "If you find someone around you with persistent low-grade fever, sore throat, or other symptoms, please isolate them immediately and contact a medical institution..."

Mu Chen glanced sideways and chuckled, "Your efficiency is even higher than that of professional media."

"Time waits for no one." Sirong continued to switch between the major platforms without looking up. "As long as one more person sees it, there will be more hope."

She even posted messages in some local forums and local groups as a "hospital insider."

Although the means are not fair, in the face of the end of the world, none of this matters.

Sirong's fingers tapped on the keyboard, her eyes focused and calm.

“Even if it’s just a misconception that this is a new virus, it’s still good to stockpile more food,” she whispered, a hint of urgency in her tone. “When the real crisis hits, at least it can reduce panic buying.”

She posted news on various forums and social media platforms as an "insider" -

Unexplained cases have appeared in many places, and experts recommend stockpiling two weeks of daily necessities in advance.

Latest news: A buying spree has occurred in a supermarket in a certain place. It is recommended to stock up in advance to prevent supply shortages.

Important reminder: Logistics delays may occur in the near future. Please keep the list of household emergency supplies.

Each post deliberately obscures the source of information, yet retains a certain degree of credibility.

Mu Chen glanced at her screen and chuckled, "Are you trying to artificially create a wave of stockpiling?"

"It's better than people really starving to death." Sirong didn't even raise her head and continued to guide public opinion in the comment section.

"Panic stockpiling at least allows people to prepare in advance, rather than waiting until a zombie outbreak and realizing they don't have even a packet of instant noodles at home."

She is even in some mothers’ groups and community group buying groups.

In a gentle tone, she suggested, "The weather has been changing recently, and children are prone to getting sick. Please stock up on some rice, flour, grain, and oil so that you don't have to go out at the last minute."

Compared to directly shouting "Zombies are coming", this subtle influence is easier for people to accept.

"I hope this information can really help people." Sirong let out a breath and scanned the replies that kept popping up on the screen.

Even if only a small number of people believe it and prepare in advance, perhaps they can have a better chance of survival in future disasters.

Sirong and Muchen looked at each other, and typed the last line of code on the keyboard with their fingertips.

"Done." Mu Chen said softly, and a stream of encrypted data flashed across the screen. "The implanted worm program will replicate itself. For 24 hours, no administrator will be able to delete our post."

Sirong nodded slightly and scanned the background data streams of major forums.

The Trojan virus she wrote would wrap around the bottom layer of the server like a vine, not only making it impossible to delete posts, but also automatically pushing posts to the top and spreading to related platforms.

"Even if they unplug the network, it won't help," she said calmly. "The virus has already spread through the CDN nodes. Unless the entire country shuts down the Internet, this information will be there for at least 24 hours."

This is the longest warning time they can get.

On the forum, some netizens have begun to notice the anomaly.

“Strange, why can’t I delete this post?”

"Where are the administrators? They don't deal with rumors like this?"

"Wait, why are the symptoms described by the original poster exactly the same as my uncle's..."

Mu Chen turned off the computer and whispered, "Let's go, it's time to go back."

"Yeah." The two left the Internet cafe, picked up their packed meals, and went straight home.

Muchen's parents are now in their two-bedroom apartment.

We had agreed before that my parents’ one-bedroom apartment would not be sold for the time being.

Although Sirong used the Soul Condensation Technique on them, she could still feel the old couple's resistance when it came to selling the house.

In addition, the housing prices in their small city are not very high, and the old couple's house is simply decorated and cannot be sold at a high price, so Sirong and Muchen did not force it.

In the afternoon, Sirong and her family of four moved all the important things in their two-bedroom apartment to their parents' house.

Once the house is completely vacant before leaving get off work, I can hand the keys to Manager Zhang so that he can bring people to see the house.

The house that Sirong and Muchen live in now was just renovated the year they got married.

After the two of them moved in, they took great care of the house, maintaining the walls and floors in good condition. The overall look is like a new house.

Muchen told Manager Zhang that he was in urgent need of money and offered only 35.

In this location, with this kind of decoration and house condition, this price is really a good deal.

There were quite a few people who wanted to come and see the house, so Manager Zhang simply arranged for them all to meet tomorrow. If they were lucky, they might be able to close the deal that day.

After everything was arranged, Muchen started the car and drove Sirong and her parents slowly to her grandmother's house in the countryside.

They filled up any empty space in the car, thinking that as much as they could take away that could be used in the future, the better.