[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

"So, the ashes in this jar are the ashes of the clown," I concluded. "I chopped it up."

"Suspicious, to be precise." Tim corrected my wording.

"The ashes are suspected to be those of a clown, and the owner of the ashes is suspected to have been hacked to death with your knife."

"So why can't you be sure?" I asked again.

"A piece of surveillance is missing," Tim replied.

He quickly tapped a few keys on the keyboard and called up the surveillance video at that time.

"Only 2 minutes of monitoring is missing, and this section is the most important. You climbed out of the water to the shore before this person turned into ashes, this section is in these short 2 minutes."

"What about the surveillance from other angles? Haven't they been photographed?" I asked.

It can be confirmed that someone hacked into the surveillance and deleted this 2-minute video. The problem is to find a way to confirm who died, and then find out who is behind it.

It's been days since I passed out over Gotham Bay, and I can't believe my dad really has no clue.

"There is a frame in which there is a green hair." Tim said, "With some traces around, we boldly guess that this person is a clown."

Oh, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Without real evidence, the world's number one detective has no way to say with certainty that the ashes are those of the clown.

After all, ashes cannot be tested for DNA, right?

I thought about it, and then I remembered something: "Didn't I drag a broken robot ashore? Where did the robot go?"

Jason pointed to the machine tool not far away.

The wheelchair took me there, and I saw the dismantled L-0243.

... so miserable.

I sympathized with it sincerely in my heart for a second.

L-0243's face was not harmed. This bionic skin was casually placed on the machine tool. It looks like a lychee, which makes me feel weird.

"You disassembled it." Looking at the parts in the machine tool, I blinked and asked, "Have you disassembled them all?"

"That's not so detailed." Jason said.

I picked up the two fake eyeballs of L-0243 and played with them for a while.

I don't know what material it is made of, but the fake eyeballs feel cold to the touch, not like metal.

"Generally speaking, robots have cameras on them, haven't you found them?"

"We found it, but we read its memory chip, and the chip was seriously damaged. I repaired it, and there is nothing in the rest, let alone the scene at that time." Tim replied.

He picked up a chip that was in a ziplock bag and showed it to me.

"Well, this is it."

I took it over and took a look, the chip was brand new.

"No," I said, "it has another memory chip in it."

As L-0243 himself said, the memory chip belongs to Lychee.

"But I didn't find any other memory chips around its main control chip." Tim was a little confused.

"It's not its own memory chip, but an external one." I told him.

"The memory chip can also be connected externally...?" He hesitated, but he quickly stood up and came to the machine tool with the parts again.

I'm not very good at mechanical products, and the wounds on my body don't allow it, so I took a step back and let them work together.

While everyone was searching for a chip of unknown size in the parts, I explained to them the difference between this memory chip and the memory chip Tim said.

The memory chip that Tim just mentioned refers to the fact that the robot records what it sees in the chip through the camera installed on the body after it is turned on, similar to a memory card.

And the memory chip I'm talking about is not the same as this one.

Although the functions are similar, they all store things, but the data stored in this memory chip is to digitize the memories and emotions in the human brain, and then import them into a chip.

The robot loaded with this chip can use these data to simulate the actions and language of the owner of the data in the memory chip through data analysis, that is, to imitate this person.

This technology is not considered a secret, but no one in the special case office really knows it.I know one thing because I was there when the person who developed this chip was tricked into entering.

The producer of the chip held this almost whimsical design and solicited sponsors everywhere to make it, but most people heard his idea and said that he was daydreaming and refused to give him sponsorship.In the end, the researchers of the Special Case Office met him on the road, and chatted a few words and recommended him to the Research Department of the Special Case Office—I was the researcher's temporary bodyguard at the time.

Tim and the others took out a bunch of messy chips from the parts. He lined up these chips and placed them in the empty space of the machine tool, and then asked me to look at them.

"Which of these things do you think is the memory chip you're talking about?" he asked.

I glanced at the chips of various shapes and fell silent.

"How about... let's try one by one?" I asked them tentatively.

"... is also a way." Tim may have been speechless by me, and he twitched the corner of his mouth.

Then I can't help it, I have never seen what a memory chip looks like, this memory chip knows me but I don't know it!I only have this trick of finding a needle in a haystack!

In the end, Tim still relied on his professional knowledge to rule out four incorrect options.There are still four chips in front of us.

I can only try one by one in a stupid way.

It is not very difficult to read the four chips, not to mention that only one of the four is a real storage chip, and the other three are unknown chips-at least these chips have no storage function.

So it's actually very convenient to do it all, and it shouldn't be considered a stupid method.

When the other three chips were read, a pop-up window popped up that failed to read. Only the last chip, which is the fourth chip, loaded a progress bar when it was read.

The speed of the progress bar crawling forward is not fast. It should be that there are a lot of content loaded in it, and it may not be able to move it with a computer with a lower configuration.

But it is the bat computer or the supercomputer in the bat cave that reads this chip, so its running speed is actually okay.

Although it is not fast, it does not take a long time to move.

While the supercomputer was reading the contents of the chips, I asked Tim where the chips were found, and Tim gave me an incredible answer.

—These chips are dismantled from the various joints of the robot.

To be precise, it was removed from the very wear-resistant joint cushioning device in the joint.

Tim probably knew that I couldn't understand that kind of professional term, so he told me which part it was in very simple and clear language.

It's not just me who is incredible, but Tim also doesn't seem to understand why someone installs a chip in the joint buffer device.

Maybe this is really not what normal people can do.

After waiting patiently for ten minutes, the progress bar finished.

A very large file was loaded in it, and the memory of this chip is even more terrifying.

My dad took control of the computer and looked at the files inside.

Some are data that I can't understand - I don't know what his function is - some are videos, and some are codes.

I am not a computer student, and I have only a half-knowledge about these things. I think I can know that this string of messy letters is a code, which is already very powerful.

After the file was read, Tim and my dad got to work quickly.

After a while of banging and typing, they converted the codes into videos in a way I couldn't understand, and arranged them neatly in a folder on the supercomputer.

Most of the videos are named with dates.My dad and the others should be in reverse order, and I see the latest date—the day I got hurt.

Tim clicked on the latest video after confirming his eyes with my dad.

——By the way, in order to prevent viruses in these codes, they used a new computer without any data and not connected to the Batcave network.

After being clicked, the video rotated in a circle, and then the screen jumped to open a new page.

The computer is now in Tim's hands, and he reacts quickly to check the new page.

"This is a mandatory instruction," Tim said. "If you want to open the video, you have to jump to this page. If you force quit, the video may be damaged."

He didn't forcibly quit the new page that was opened. After all, this computer is a computer without important information, so it doesn't matter if it is hacked.

The new page is still a video, and there is a person in the video.

Lychees - or fake lychees.

L-0243.

"Captain, hello, please allow me to call you that one last time." L-0243 in the video didn't move at all, and I realized it was a photo.

L-0243 recorded sound only.

"Are you a little surprised to see me? Are you a little disappointed when you find out that I am not Lizhi? I know all the things between you and Lizhi, but it seems that I can't replace Lizhi. I don't know why." Video The progress bar moved slowly, and the voice of L-0243 sounded, sounding a little lost.

"If you can see this video, it means I have been disassembled. Don't know if I successfully completed the task, but I guess I must not."

"In Ms. Lizhi's memory, the captain who is so powerful should not be easily killed by me. To be honest, it's a bit regrettable."

"I don't know if you have noticed that the progress bar of the video is a bit long. In fact, this video is not all about me, so take it as a little gift from me. Originally, this video has been smashed by data. Although I tried to find a way It's restored, but the picture quality may not be as good as before. But... it's better than nothing."

"Miss Lizhi's memory gave me a little understanding of feelings, but I still can't fully understand the complex thing of feelings. I don't know if I have a little bit of feelings in what I do now. I heard that if the robot produces Feelings, then it can become life." It said, "I should not wait for that day."

The picture on the screen dimmed, and L-0243's voice disappeared, followed by another video.

The screen moved.