Today is also bald for Ke Xue at the winery

At this moment, the knowledgeable Director Hayaseura suddenly turned into a piece of wood. He couldn't understand the urgent expression of the special adviser at all, and he introduced the "results" of the Wang Xiangnv system in the past few years in a leisurely manner.

Captured x serial murderers, rescued x kidnapped hostages, and solved x major murder cases... It's just a display of boring work results.

Asama Yami was distracted and silently calculated the newly added functions of the Koshoujo system, turned her head and interrupted:

"But this system still has many flaws, and many functions need to be upgraded. Nowadays, there are still very few detectives suitable for infiltrating, right? And I remember that juvenile spirits seem to only be able to collect the thinking signals of unknown frequency bands of murderers, and the thinking world built also has many loopholes. This seems to have something to do with the substandard hardware.

"Is your supercomputer able to drive it? How about energy consumption and heat dissipation? How is the server setup different from the traditional model?..."

She spoke a long list very fast, and Director Hayaseura smiled and waited for her to finish before proudly expressing that there is no need to worry, and the experts from the Police Department will solve these problems.

Miya Asama pouted secretly: Expert?Einstein couldn't help the questions she raised.

She bet that the old man must not understand at all.Even the simplest cooling part is.

She had noticed a long time ago that from the corridor to the position where she is standing now, there are many central air-conditioning outlets above everyone's heads, and the temperature of the cold air sent must not exceed 22c, but the indoor temperature is still rising all the way. There are even glistening beads of sweat rolling down the face.

How does the police department plan to solve the heat dissipation problem of the supercomputer host?Do you blow the cold air by opening the window?Asama Yane has a poisonous tongue in her heart.

Limitations It is the era and the hardware that make the system perfect, not the talent and brains that some old foxes think.

The young man's concealment skills were obviously not in place. The old fox director saw Yane Asama's disdain, but he still smiled kindly: "Of course the subsequent upgrade of the system cannot do without Dr. Asama, but today is very unfortunate. The professor has other important responsibilities and cannot communicate with you face to face."

He acted as if something had happened, with a very regretful look on his face.

Yane Asama could only express regret in the same way, and then raised her social rhetoric, politely asking if she could see how the "infant spiritual instrument + scorpion system" works today.

Director Hayaseura said very reasonablely: "It is true that the inventor should be invited to see how his achievements can change the world. Mr. Baigui, please arrange for Dr. Asama."

This is why Yane Asama is now in the Metropolitan Police Department building at one o'clock in the morning.

——In the name of exhibition practice, the old fox threw Asama Miya to the serious crime battlefield of the Metropolitan Police Department.

In the middle of the night, the Metropolitan Police Department is brightly lit, and the exhaust gas produced by the old smokers makes the office look like a fairyland on earth.

In the chaos and busyness, Miya Asama was watching the fun in the corner with her hot tea in her arms. After a long time, her head could not help but tilt down a little bit, and her eyelids gradually closed.

The chaos tonight was all started by the bomber who absconded two years ago.

Ever since he recovered his life by luck, but found that his accomplice would stay on November 11th of that year forever, the bomber seemed to have gone crazy, and would throw provocative documents into the Metropolitan Police Department every once in a while.I just don't know if the police have any definite news this time, and they have come up with such a big battle, as if they are facing a big enemy.

Before falling into a dream, Asama Yami struggled to open her eyelids and poured a cup of bitter coffee into her mouth, trying to wake herself up.

The old fox in Hayaseura, who verbally promised to show her the practical application of the infant spirit, turned out to treat her as an expert in the "warehouse agency", and threw her over as an excuse to block the Metropolitan Police Department.

As a result, he was arrested as soon as he arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, and he assisted them in narrowing down the range of the bomber's recent haunts with infant spirits.

Yane Asama was sipping coffee while thinking about doubts: The police seemed to be convinced that the bomber would make a big news tomorrow, but they couldn't catch his pigtails at all, so they could only use the current method of casting a wide net to find someone.But how did they skip the whereabouts of the prisoner and directly detect the purpose of the prisoner?

Technically, she can only think of the huge, day-and-night instrument of the "Cangguan".

The staff of the warehouse office seem to trust the Wang Xiangnv system very much, and believe that it can update the prisoner's status in real time, but this is undoubtedly unreasonable from a scientific point of view. It should not be able to maintain synchronization even after being far away from the main body, and there has been no attenuation for two years.

Moreover, the Elephant Girl system in the warehouse organ, which can accommodate multiple people sneaking at the same time, is also indescribably weird.Mind link server technology is not the realm that can be reached in the field of physics today. The scientists in the warehouse organization seem to have taken shortcuts through other methods and accidentally succeeded by luck, but they just know what it is and don't know why.

The blue mist of cigarettes transforms into various shapes in the eyes, and Yane Asama's thinking is also flying more and more in this illusory sight. The electronic information technology is immature, and the hardware does not meet the requirements. What crazy demands will greedy politicians make? ?

Computer, computer, electricity, brain...human?

A hint of inspiration suddenly broke into the brain.

Tianling Gai seemed to be splashed with cold water, she stood up abruptly, clenched her teeth unconsciously, and her expression became ferocious.

The Police Department is an organization with a criminal record. In addition to being obsessed with the power of technology, they are also obsessed with developing the treasure house of the human body.In this way, isn't it obvious which technology those people will turn to for help?

Only people.

Those lunatics must have used the human brain as the root server of the Wang Xiangnv system!

Asama Yami rolled her eyes, feeling her limbs were frozen and unable to move.

frenzied!

The person who was turned into a root server is probably still alive. After all, even electronic computers are in their infancy. A lucky biological computer is definitely a national treasure, no less than a secret weapon of the atomic bomb.

Before the second case is reproduced, everyone will be very sincere and hope that ta (server) is alive.

As for her, she could do nothing but guess.

Yane Asama's eyes were a little distracted, she was not a scientist entrusted by the police department, and the human brain server was only a personal speculation after all.Did someone really get hurt?No one can give a real answer.

After all, there are shadows in this world that the sun cannot shine.

In the bustling Metropolitan Police Department, the baby-faced girl's face was pale and her thin body was trembling.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Under the warm velvet blanket, with the fragrance of laundry detergent, it wraps people tightly.

Miya Asama got rid of negative emotions temporarily, struggled to poke her head out of the blanket, and was immediately stuffed with a cup of hot drink by someone.

"It's really cold at night in late autumn, let's have a cup of hot cocoa to warm you up." The handsome young police officer said with a smile, "Long time no see, Dr. Asama."

"?" Asama Yami put a blanket on her head, holding a hot drink in both hands, with a confused expression, "Have we met before?"

"Just met once. Let me remind you, two years ago today, the same case."

Two years ago, when she came to the Metropolitan Police Department to promote infant spirits?

"Your invention has saved me more than once." The young police officer's eyes were twisted, "As for why you don't remember me, it's probably because when you saw me, I was locked in the explosion-proof suit in a mess."

"!"

"The bombing two years ago," Asama Yane finally remembered who the young man in front of him was, "You are the only unlucky policeman who didn't follow the operating procedures and was injured during the mission! Kenji Hagiwara!"

Hagiwara Kenji's happy smile turned bitter: "It's too bad, I left you with such an unreliable impression."

Yami Asama looked the young man up and down, and said while recalling: "I remember that there was a police officer with curly hair and sunglasses who scolded you very fiercely. When he saw you being carried down, his eyes were red. Is that your boss? He didn't expel you from the team." His tone was full of disbelief.

Now, Hagiwara Kenji couldn't even hold back his smile, and someone behind him laughed loudly.

"This bastard has been expelled from the team long ago!"

The familiar-looking police officer in sunglasses put one hand on Kenji Hagiwara's shoulder, and said gloatingly, "He was later transferred from the Explosives Disposal Team to watch the road, and recently he was finally transferred to the First Investigation Section."

Asama Yami looked up at the police officer in front of him who looked more like a gangster than a bad guy: Who is this?

Kenji Hagiwara adjusted his expression and introduced to the savior, "This is the police officer with red circles back then, Jinpei Matsuda."