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As the alarm sounded, the entire Time Station was thrown into chaos. I seized the opportunity to return to the data center once more. I had just completed the destruction of the data, but this had also raised suspicions among the people at Time Station. Fortunately, the main computer was still operational. I quickly typed in a series of codes, and the data that appeared on the screen caught my eye; although the experimental data had been destroyed, the transaction records and surveillance footage involving my boss and the mastermind behind it all were still intact. A surge of joy filled my heart—truly, fortune favors the diligent.
I immediately sought out "Grandpa" to share this good news with him. He hurried over, and upon seeing the information on the computer, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
"Well done, kid," he said, his voice unusually gentle.
However, as "Grandpa" approached, I sensed something was off. A glint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and his movements suddenly became swift and powerful—completely unlike an elderly man.
"Wait, you..." Before I could finish my sentence, "Grandpa" had already inputted a series of codes. Suddenly, the data on the computer began to delete itself rapidly. I looked at "Grandpa" in horror.
"I'm sorry, kid, but I have to do this," his voice turned cold, starkly contrasting with his earlier demeanor.
I was stunned, an ominous premonition rising within me. "Who... who are you?"
"Grandpa" did not answer; he merely stated flatly, "Who I am is not important; what matters is that you shouldn't be here." He pressed the final button, and all data was wiped clean.
I rushed forward to stop him, but it was too late. "No!" I cried out in despair; in that moment, all evidence of their clandestine dealings vanished into thin air.
At that moment, "Grandpa" cast a deep glance at me before hastily departing.
In the abyss of despair, I surveyed the ruins around me and felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and helplessness. However, just when I thought all hope was lost, I noticed an unusual glimmer amidst the debris of the data center. It was a small data terminal partially buried under rubble, its screen still flickering with faint light.
My heart raced—could this be a twist of fate? I quickly cleared away the debris covering the terminal; the screen displayed some codes and programs I had never seen before. A thought struck me: could this be an emergency backup system used by internal personnel at Time Station?
Without hesitation, I began attempting to connect to this terminal. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I entered line after line of code. Time ticked away; beads of sweat formed on my forehead, but finally, I found a breakthrough.
I cracked through the terminal's firewall, and an unexpected interface popped up on the screen—the core control system interface of Time Station. Here lay not only all operational records of Time Station but also all evidence of transactions between headquarters and external parties.
A wave of ecstasy surged within me as I quickly downloaded the data onto another concealed storage device given to me by Grandpa while simultaneously searching for key information that could thoroughly expose headquarters' crimes.
Just as I was fully engrossed in downloading the data, footsteps suddenly echoed nearby, causing my heart to race wildly.
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