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Mysterious Game 5: Identity Theft
墨書 Inktalez
That WeChat message nearly scared me to death.
“Xia Xia, are you okay? Sending something like this in the middle of the night, did you run into some trouble?”
I was working overtime on a proposal when I saw my best friend Meiling’s message, completely confused. It was already one in the morning, and aside from continuing to wrestle with my PowerPoint, I hadn’t posted anything at all.
“What are you talking about? I’m just working late…”
Meiling immediately sent a screenshot, which was from my Moments: a post published ten minutes ago. The content made me break out in a cold sweat:
“Life is so damn annoying. Can anyone lend me fifty thousand yuan to get by? I really can’t hold on much longer.”
The accompanying photo was of an empty bottle and some pills.
I sat up straight, my fingers trembling as I opened WeChat. Logging in was normal, but there it was—this post in my Moments, and the comments section had exploded. Several close friends were anxiously asking what was wrong.
“I didn’t post this!” I quickly deleted that Moment and explained to a few close friends. But what unsettled me even more was that in the past 24 hours of my Moments, there were several other posts I had no memory of. Some complained about work pressure, others hinted at relationship troubles, and there was even one that said, “You’ll never know how hypocritical the people around you are,” which felt particularly loaded.
“Meiling, my account must have been hacked! I didn’t post any of this!”
“Oh my god, then you need to change your password right away! Should we call the police?”
I immediately changed my WeChat password, but the feeling of panic didn’t fade. Opening my phone’s photo gallery, I found several unfamiliar pictures—exactly those that accompanied the posts in my Moments. Even stranger, all these photos were taken at places I frequently visited—the café downstairs from my office, the gym I often went to, and the FamilyMart at the entrance of my neighborhood…
Just as I was torn about whether to call the police, my phone started vibrating wildly. It was several classmates I hadn't been in touch with for a long time:
"Xia Xia, are you still awake? Do you need help?"
"I can lend you fifty thousand; don't do anything foolish!"
" Lin Xia, did you receive my transfer? Are you doing okay?"
My blood ran cold. Someone not only hacked into my social media but also messaged my friends asking for money?!
Shaking, I opened my Alipay app and breathed a sigh of relief—there were no unusual transactions in my account. But when I checked my online banking, I felt like I had been hit by a truck—there was an inexplicable charge of thirty thousand on my Credit Card!
What the hell is going on?!
As I was reeling from this, a new email alert popped up on my computer screen. It was from the company’s email system, and I was listed as the sender, with the HR department as the recipient.
The subject line read: Resignation Application.
"I'm sorry to disturb you so late. Due to personal reasons, I have decided to resign. Attached is my resignation letter; I hope for your approval. We can discuss the detailed handover plan in person tomorrow."
The signature was my name, and the format matched my usual style perfectly.
Damn it, even the company email has been hacked?!
I quickly forwarded an email to HR explaining the situation and checked the login records for my email. In the last 24 hours, aside from the IP address from our office building, there was a login from an unfamiliar IP address. The location showed it was in the city, but I couldn't pinpoint it further.
"Calm down, calm down..." I took a deep breath, forcing myself to sort through the situation: my social media accounts had been hacked, private messages were being used for scams, my credit card was being fraudulently charged, and my email had been compromised... This wasn't just an ordinary account theft; someone was deliberately stealing my identity!
But what was most terrifying was that they not only knew my social circle but were also intimately familiar with my habits and manner of speaking. Even the wording and format of that resignation letter mirrored my style perfectly.
How long had these people been watching me?
Just as I was contemplating whether to go to the police station, my phone buzzed again. It was a text message from an unknown number:
" Lin Xia, enjoy this game. It has only just begun."
I stared at the words, a chill running down my spine. In the late-night office, I was all alone. Yet at that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense that a pair of eyes was coldly watching me from some hidden corner.
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