The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

The dispute between several people attracted the attention of the people next to them.The leading man put down the information paper and turned his head to look this way.

They discussed it, and then brought the child into the interrogation room.Of course, the meaning of intimidation is stronger, and no one is so frantic that he wants to start with underage children.

The whole room was dark and cold. Except for the child, the rest were tall and serious. They stared at him with burning eyes. If it was a child with less psychological quality, they might cry on the spot.

"What's your name?" asked the tall FBI agent sitting opposite.

The child glanced at these people, and reluctantly opened his mouth when the person on the other side urged him again, "Lide, my name is Lide."

"Full name." The detective on the opposite side frowned, with a neither bad nor bad attitude, and did not let down his vigilance because of the other party's age.

"...I don't have a last name." Lide looked sluggish, with his head down, which made the man sitting opposite him feel a little softer.Judy, who was waiting at the door, frowned even more.

"age."

"...13 years old." Lied's eyes flickered.

"?! What!" The FBI agent who was recording on the opposite side was stunned for a moment. He glanced suspiciously at the thin and small Lide. In his estimation, the other party should only be about ten years old.

Only the FBI agents asked some questions again and again, including how he came here, what he was doing here, and similar inquiries.

Lied insisted that he came here with Gin, anyway, that agent Kadri had already confirmed this.He explained that he followed Gin out of curiosity, but he didn't expect a fire to break out, and he found a place to hide, and just met Kadri who ran out. It was all a coincidence.

After asking more questions, Lide expressed his dissatisfaction by crying, which caused headaches to the detectives on the opposite side, and they couldn't hit him yet.

The FBI checked it several times. They didn't believe Li Deming's words, but they couldn't find a way to refute it. Moreover, Li Deming's identity on the surface had no criminal record, and he was still a minor.

"Well, let's say he vandalized public property," one of the cadres suggested, "obstructing public affairs, insulting the police, and other reasons, just give him a record, and we can use this excuse to successfully arrest him. stay here."

"At least a few days of detention time." He said so without telling the children in the interrogation room.

"Wait! This! Isn't this too much!" Judy was stunned for a moment, and she retorted subconsciously, but James pulled the hem of her clothes.

James shook his head slightly, signaling Judy not to speak.

After several people finalized the itinerary, Judy clenched her fists tightly, and she asked softly, "This is still a child."

"Thirteen, not too young. A child at this age would kill someone long ago." Akai Shuichi frowned slightly, glanced at Judy, his lips moved slightly, but he still didn't say anything.From his point of view, this child has definitely killed someone, and more than one, so it is not too much to find an excuse to give him an individual case.

The rest of the detectives didn't feel much. After all, the other party was from Dong'an, which showed that the other party must have done illegal and criminal things.If there is no record, it must be because he was too cunning for the police to catch him.As for East Andy's improvement in the past year?The time is too short, and they don't care about this matter. Outsiders' impression of Dong Andy is still in words such as violence and chaos. Even if Grid deliberately chooses Dong Andy as the organizer and holds several important events, what they remember is Dorobega Square.

Oh, that's a nice building, too bad it's so close to that slum in East Andy.They thought so.

Judy's brows still didn't loosen.

"Because he is too young, there is no suitable place to detain him," James suggested in order to appease the other party's emotions, "If you are worried, you can take him yourself."

After thinking for a moment, Judy took the initiative to take over the task as Lied's temporary guardian.

This is not bad?Thinking so, Judy smiled cautiously at the child who had just come out of the interrogation room: "Shall I have a little supper first, to pad my stomach?"

The blond girl showed a silly smile: "You must be hungry."

Lied smoothed the Band-Aid on his face, and glanced at the blond woman with glasses expressionlessly.

stupid.

He silently put this label on the other party, but still pretended to be afraid and helpless, bit his lower lip and nodded.His stomach grunted in unison.

Judy led the child to her office, and the two of them passed another group of older people.Lide turned his head curiously. He saw that the leading man had an Asian face, with snow-white hair on his temples. He was obviously aged. Some of the people behind him were headed by him.

They seemed to have an aura that he couldn't understand, but he just hesitated for a while, and then put this matter behind him.He didn't want to bother collecting information, and finally cheap gin that pervert.

"Doctor, you are here." When James saw the old man, his face was slightly happy. He stepped forward to greet him warmly and cordially.

These people are well-known linguistic masters who were called by the FBI in the middle of the night, and each of them has a big name.

The old man at the head put on his glasses, grabbed the copy with his skinny hands, and held his breath in front of him.

The people in the surrounding police stations also lowered their breathing, silently waiting for his result.

After a while, the old man's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he let out a long sigh: "Beautiful! So beautiful! This is simply art!"

"..." Akai Xiuyi frowned, he couldn't quite understand what the old man said.

"Mr. Yagyu," the FBI cadre stepped forward with slight excitement on his face, "Do you know what this is?"

That Mr. Liu Sheng unhurriedly twirled one of his beard along his beard, and smiled after a long while: "If I guess right, this should be a Chinese character."

"This should be someone's calligraphy."

"Then what's written in it?"

"I'm... ashamed," Mr. Yagyu shook his head, "Maybe you need to find a professor who is proficient in Chinese."

"However, this calligraphy is really good!" The linguistics professor exclaimed as if he had been drugged, and worshiped the work, even breathing lightly, and his fingers could not help but draw in the air, " I'm sure! This is a coherent calligraphy work!"

He said and called his students to come forward: "Look at this structure! Look at this detail..."

The people standing next to him were dissatisfied, and the FBI agent subconsciously muttered: "What are those yellow monkeys..."

He remembered that Shuichi Akai and the master of linguistics in front of him were also yellow monkeys, so he swallowed the words he hadn't said.

In the end, James stood up and smoothed things over. He asked, "Professor Yagyu, I hope you can tell me what words are written here. Or, who can understand this document?"

"Hmm...Du Fu can move?" the old professor said hesitantly.

"What is this?" The irritable cadre frowned and asked, "Is it a code?"

"Hahaha, just kidding, cursive works are usually only known to the author himself." The old professor laughed, and stroked his beard as he spoke, "I boast that my Chinese level has surpassed the average level of the local native-speaking residents. But... I don't know what these refer to."

He shook his head slowly: "In the whole of Millikin, at least among the professors registered in the school, I can boast that there should be no one who has surpassed me in Chinese. I think you can only go abroad or learn from ordinary people. I found it inside."

"You don't know what he wrote! You still think his writing is beautiful!" The irritable old man felt that these professors were fooling himself. He patted the table and almost pointed at the other's nose and scolded him.

"Of course, look at this line use, this stroke, this pointing, this turning point! Perfect! Smooth! Vigorous! Round! What a good handwriting! This person must also be a master of art! If I have the opportunity to meet, I really want to meet Talk to him!!" The well-known master of linguistics praised so much.

The surrounding FBI chiefs were black-faced and could not accept this result.The intelligence that his own agents have worked so hard to bring back can't be used!He thought that the other party must have seen something, otherwise why would he be fascinated by a pair of ghostly symbols?He didn't know what to look at in what looked like a mess of weeds.But most of the rest of the experts do not speak Chinese, and the references they gave are also varied. Some say it looks like Russian distorting the shape, and some say it looks like Uighur.

In the end, it was the professor's student who stood up and smoothed things over: "Maybe you can find some experts in paleography, use their method of deciphering lost ancient characters, and use this character as a password to decipher its meaning?"

But it was obvious that he had his own selfish intentions. He lowered his head and added shyly: "Perhaps we can set up a project team whose task is to decipher these texts..."

"So that you can take away our special expenses, right?" The irascible detective added with a half-smile, "Boy, your way of setting up funds is still too tender."

The agent's words angered most of the scholars who came over, and they fought back sharply, and there were constant quarrels for a while.

Hideo Akai lit a cigarette, looked at the chaotic scene, and took a deep breath.

He stared at the page, and finally came up with a useful method: "I think we can first use handwriting analysis and detection to conduct the most basic reasoning test on the owner of the handwriting."

"Before we weren't sure if it was a character, and we didn't know how to see whether it was one character or two characters. But I think Professor Liu Sheng should be able to complete this task, right?"

Professor Yagyu did not know these cursive characters, but at least he could tell the difference between these characters and which strokes belonged to one character.

Professor Liu Sheng nodded reluctantly, took his students and took some time to circle out the blocks on the nine manuscript papers one by one.

Afterwards, this semi-finished product was sent to the FBI's handwriting analysis laboratory. God knows how much perseverance those agents spent to overcome their own physiological reactions, and rubbed out those things that looked like random drawings no matter how they looked.Carefully study every stroke, even a small turning point, small dots of ink, just to analyze the character of the writer.

"...This is a person with a very tolerant and cunning temper, very confident in his abilities, and a strong desire to control!" The handwriting researcher circled some abrupt turning points, and analyzed to James, "Every pen is released at the end. All received in the middle."

"He may be very good at one area."

"Each line of text looks messy, but actually has its own location plan. Every page looks similar, so he may have obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Furthermore, these words are sharp-edged, with quick turns and no hesitation, which proves that he is very assertive. Every word is flamboyant, and there is basically no crowding, which proves that he is domineering and basically cannot bear to be subordinated... "

"...He may be hiding well and has no sense of security about the surrounding environment at all, so he may not go out every day, he is an otaku! Or he has persecution paranoia? I'm not sure."

The researcher said: "Writing like a person is not necessarily correct, but the habit of writing will definitely reveal your character. I can be sure that 70.00% of this is correct."

Akai Shuichi listened to his analysis, so good at Chinese, probably has a long time learning Chinese language or lived in that place for a long time...

Most of those who have such a long study experience are already in school, and Professor Yagyu has also proved that he has not reached this point after studying for nearly 20 years.

So most of them are locals, and Hua, who is over 20 years old...

Akai Shuichi thought, turned on the computer, logged into the household registration system, and screened.He narrowed the scope down to California. There are not many registered foreign Chinese in California, only a few thousand. After removing some of the inappropriate ages, he looked at the records one by one, and then he saw Li Kai.

He instantly raised his vigilance.This person is actually in Grid!

Looking at his information again, the teachers and classmates around him commented that he was a withdrawn, taciturn weirdo, who was good at hardware development and software-hardware connection... This is in line with the conjecture of Ren's personality.

High-achieving students, scholarship winners, and one of the best outstanding students in the School of Computer Science.Akai Shuichi slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke.This can prove that he is capable!

Day and night, IT practitioners... Doesn't this just meet the last guess about the characteristics of an otaku?

Akai Shuichi took a deep breath, he felt that there must be something wrong with Li Kai, maybe he was the one who made this code!And he just happened to be in Grid, and he usually had contact and communication with Garcia!It is convenient for them to pass on the information of the organization!

If he is really an intelligence agent in charge of translating secrets, as long as he is caught, he will probably be able to get a lot of precious information out of his mouth!

Akai Hideo's eyes were cold, and his subordinates kept going, planning to check more information, and then seize the suspicious substantive evidence that could prove him!Capture him in one fell swoop!

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on people, when the birds outside the window are chirping, when the nurse reaches out and opens the covering curtain, revealing the crisp green outside, Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly opens his eyes, Sit up from the hospital bed.

"Good morning, how are you resting, Mr. Midorikawa?" The nurse smiled, "Remember to take your medicine on time."

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded, his brain was reawakened after a full rest, and all kinds of experiences from yesterday rushed to his face. He recalled the details of the previous ups and downs, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared bit by bit.

After he entrusted Bolivar with the matter of the child last night, he couldn't resist his exhaustion anymore and fell asleep directly.

He only realized now that his mobile phone was still thrown in the water tank of the company's toilet, and Ling hadn't contacted him since last night, not because Amuro Toru had been busy organizing things and didn't have time to call himself .It's because his cell phone is gone.

Zhu Fu Jingguang sat on the bed silently. When the nurse cast a curious look, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself backhanded.The crisp sound startled the nurse.

He took a deep breath, politely borrowed a phone from the nurse, and called Toru Amuro. It was 10:30 in the morning, but no one answered.

Toru Amuro, who was so busy, didn't notice this.The man in a black suit looked fresh and bright, with headsets on his ears, and was warmly greeting the representatives of companies and groups who entered the venue, including many representatives from the American government, government and big money. people.

Bolivar was also on the scene. He received Garcia's report in the morning, knowing that the FBI hid and eavesdropped in Grid last night, and he was also frightened into a cold sweat.

But after thinking about it, before he revealed his identity to Zhu Fu Jingguang, he deliberately used the snake's thermal sensing system in his cuff to observe the surroundings, and found no idlers.If the undercover agent happened to choose the room on that floor, he might have been caught by him long ago, so there is nothing to be afraid of.Rather, the spy was lucky.

He asked Garcia to sort out the other party's video evidence and related identity information, and planned to take a chance to learn from President George, and send the FBI agent C to make his debut again.

But right now, the most important thing is the fair.

Bolivar slowly raised his head and turned his gaze to the huge machine in front of him, which was a chef robot.

"This is the technology that Grid Kung Fu Cuisine has always used. Our dishes are all made by cooking robots. The whole process is in a sterile environment, clean and hygienic, and there is absolutely no cheating..." The explainer wearing Grid work clothes With a sweet smile, the young lady introduced this to the guests coming and going.

Bolivar glanced slightly, and he saw President George standing in the corner, and the smiling tiger next to him, the president of the four-color square.

They also noticed Bolivar, and the other party seemed to have something to do, and wanted to chat with Bolivar in private for a while.

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The author has something to say:

There is really no cp (can't help but emphasize again)

There is no ambiguity and love, the emotions are quite complicated (want to sigh)

Personally, I do believe that friendship is more important than love, and Polly also agrees.

感谢在2022-03-0218:17:28~2022-03-0318:03:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of pkmht; 3 bottles of Chen Yuran; 1 bottle of stability in this world;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!