Rational discussion, who is the stupidest brother [Comprehensive British and American]

Sherlock's words made Orm's face even more ugly.

The victim who is not a murloc is not the target of the kidnappers... She is the one who is in the most dangerous situation at the moment... What Sherlock means is that the human traffickers kidnap the murlocs to make huge profits, so they are sold for a good price Before that they would be safe for the time being.

As Natasha said—"Although it is cold-blooded to say so, the fact is that in the eyes of human traffickers, murlocs are treasure-level commodities. In order to sell them at a high price, they don't even mind serving murlocs as their ancestors. As long as it keeps the murlocs in top shape when they are sold."

On the contrary, the missing person named Shirley from the non-merloc race is not the target of human traffickers, but she is also missing. Will get any preferential treatment in the hands of human traffickers, even...

"Is it possible," Aum suddenly put forward another hypothesis, "the seven missing murlocs and this non-murloc are actually two cases?"

"It's not impossible." Natasha said thoughtfully: "The goals are different. This is the biggest difference between them, and it is also an important basis for distinguishing different cases and different perpetrators. It cannot be ruled out that due to the time when the case occurred too close together, leading to the possibility of mixing up the two kidnappings."

With that said, Natasha looked at Sherlock for advice.

Sherlock sneered and said, "Only look at the result, not the process, Ms. Romanov?"

"Xiali—" Watson called helplessly: "Language—"

Sherlock was silent for a few seconds, "...Although judging from the characteristics of the missing person, it is possible that they belong to two separate cases. But please keep your eyes open to look at the characteristics of the case. Although the specific method of committing the crime has not been verified yet, However, judging the characteristics of the cases based on the information currently available, we can basically confirm that they are the same series of cases.”

"So—" Tony interrupted suddenly, affirming, "You've already drawn some conclusions, haven't you, Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock pouted mockingly, "I'm a human being, not an omniscient and omnipotent god with a God's perspective, Mr. Stark."

"Charlie——" Watson cut in again, looking at Sherlock helplessly, with a line of big characters clearly written in his eyes—speak well, be a good man!

Tsk!Unlucky for married men!

It's okay for the wife to take care of the world, food, housing, and transportation, but even how she talks!

Sherlock twitched the corners of his eyes. After all, he followed Watson's hint and spoke resentfully:

"First, according to the current situation, although the information provided by the Security Office, the highest department of the Atlantis security system, is very limited, it is still possible to make a judgment that the eight disappearances should be the same series of cases. Second, it is not The missing murlocs are basically determined to have been accidentally injured. Third, apart from investigating the high-end human trafficking channels on land, the remaining breakthrough lies in the missing people who are not murlocs. Fourth, Ms. Romanov just said Wrong, the victims have something in common—"

Saying that, Sherlock raised his finger——

Everyone followed his fingers and saw that they belonged to the private computers brought back from the homes of the eight victims. Lines of codes were flashing across the screen. It was obvious that Friday was working at full capacity.

"You mean—" Bruce was the first to react, "the kidnapper communicated with the victim through the Internet?"

Sherlock said impatiently, "Obviously."

But other people don't think so, they don't know how "obviously" Sherlock came to this conclusion.

Watson: "Charlie?"

"Can't you analyze it yourself with deductive method?" Sherlock's patience was completely exhausted.

"..."

Watson suddenly wanted to hold the green cones in his hand - Atlantis is a rare food specialty that is popular with land tourists, especially compared with all kinds of raw fish, green cones are wildly sought after by tourists, and the price is crazy The 200% increase resulted in the kingdom's largest green cone supplier being directly interviewed by the Ministry of Commerce—directly hitting her boyfriend in the face!

A man with such a low mouth can actually get out of the order? !God is blind!

Sherlock turned to look at the eight computers placed side by side, and suddenly asked Tony: "Why haven't you finished searching? Is artificial intelligence so slow?"

"Sha-Lock-Fall-Mo-S-"

A gloomy and resentful female ghost voice suddenly came from Sherlock's phone!

Sherlock's hands trembled in shock, and he almost threw the phone out.But he calmed down in an instant, and asked on the phone: "The artificial intelligence of Stark's family?"

Watson noticed that although Sherlock's face was expressionless and his tone was calm, the muscles all over his body were tense, and the knuckles of his right knuckles holding the phone were white.

shocked.

Just pretend to be calm.

It looks so cool~

Watson secretly decided to take the time to download some supernatural versions of cell phone ringtones, SMS ringtones, and message notification tones, and then quietly put them on Sherlock's cell phone. I believe that he will definitely see a very interesting expression on Xiali's face!

"It is I, Mr. Holmes."

Seeing that she was found out, Friday simply removed the fake voice and restored her usual Yujie voice, and said bitterly: "It takes time to restore the computer data. I am an artificial intelligence, not Doraemon."

Sherlock:? ? ?

"So you can't do what you want." Friday thoughtfully explained the plot of Doraemon to the consulting detective Sherlock, starting from the first episode.

Sherlock's expression became increasingly ugly and impatient.

"Friday," Tony called out warningly.

"Oh, well, business, let's talk business first." Friday muttered resentfully, and then became serious: "The data of these computers have been cleaned up, and the hard disks have been read and written repeatedly, and the stored The old data area was overwritten several times, and now the data inside is cleaner than Sir's face."

While talking, Friday couldn't help but make fun of Tony's father.

Sherlock: "Can it be recovered?"

Tony: "How long will it take to fully recover."

The two spoke at the same time, Sherlock glanced at Tony, and quickly changed his words: "How long will it take to fully recover the data?"

Can it be restored?I, Friday, Jarvis's sister shot, how could it be impossible to recover!

Friday secretly despised Sherlock for his short-sightedness, and then said: "About half an hour. The hard disk has been repeatedly written and deleted. It is necessary to sort out all the information that has been written to the hard disk, and then filter out valid information from it."

Tony raised his eyebrows: "Half an hour?"

"Half an hour!" Friday bit his teeth for half an hour, not giving in for a second, "Who told you, Sir, that you have money to buy hard drives, never delete hard drive data casually, and never need to restore data. This is also the first time I do it This kind of work is unavoidable if you are not proficient!"

"..." Is this fucking his fault? ? ?

"and many more!"

Sherlock suddenly interrupted the conversation between Tony and Friday and asked:

"Have all the data on the victim's hard drive been cleared? And repeatedly?"

"At least three times." Friday replied in the affirmative.

Sherlock: "Time?"

Friday: "Let me see...it's all on the day the victim disappeared."

Sherlock: "Compare the time when the data was cleared with the time of departure of the three victims whose family members can accurately tell the time when the victim went out!"

Friday: "Later than the victim's time to go out!"

Sherlock: "Someone took control of the victim's computer?"

Friday: "It's not that troublesome, a small virus, just start it regularly. Let me see, maybe I can find traces of the virus...I found it!"

Sherlock strode excitedly to the computer, "Can you find the kidnapper's information from it?"

"I advise you not to have too much hope." Friday answered a little slower this time, recovering the data of eight computers at the same time, and analyzing the virus code at the same time, she was a little stressed.

"Generally speaking, unless it is for the purpose of fame, such as hacking the official website of the White House, such as challenging the firewall of the Stark Group, no one will leave their signature in this kind of virus that does not do good things. Or, even if There is a signature... I will wipe it! And there is really one! Which idiot?!"

"Friday—" Tony raised his forehead, "Language—"

Tony suddenly understood Steve's complex emotions every time he faced him.

Sherlock: "Who is it!"

Friday: "Retrieving!"

One person and one artificial intelligence are obsessed with solving crimes, and they simply ignore their old father Tony.

"Compared to a candidate who meets the characteristics! Let me see your information and report to the police for you, little bitch...uh...David Green...studied in Princeton...sold...anonymous transaction..."

Friday's voice became sullen:

"The virus was created by David Green, and he received a customized job through an online trading platform and traded anonymously. David Green's life is clean and clean, and he should have nothing to do with the kidnapper..."

Friday was like a punctured balloon, very depressed.

"Continue to check." From the eight computers, Tony accurately identified the one that Friday was really staying at, and patted it.

Friday: "Check what?"

Tony: "All the accounts of David, the virus creator, how did he receive the money. Since it is an anonymous transaction, it cannot be a cash transaction!"

Friday's voice became bitter: "Sir... are you blatantly asking me to hack the databases of major banks?"

Steve coughed dryly not far away, unable to say whether he disagreed or agreed.

Tony was unmoved, "You can even access the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, let alone the bank's?"

Friday: "QAQ! I need time, unless I get Jarvis and Karen to help. This kind of anonymous data is super troublesome, you have to decrypt it from the end, if you filter the data directly from the source, Sir, you will be exhausted Me QAQ!"

"Anything you want. But remember to hide your real body, don't use Stark Tower's server, and don't reveal your real IP." Tony said coldly, showing the demeanor of a big pig's hoof, "In the business field, you don't look up and you don't look down. If you are exposed, it will be embarrassing for me to meet those bankers again in the future."

Friday: "QAQ!" She wants to resign!Nonsence!wrong!She wants to fire Sir!

When the words fell to the ground, everyone stared sincerely at Tony in unison.

dong dong dong.

A clear knock on the door broke the collective disdain in the room.

"Come in." Aum shouted out the door.

Randomly, the clerk pushed the door in, handed Aum a stack of paper materials, and said, "I have sorted out the approximate whereabouts of the four victims on the day they disappeared. Deputy Director Rich asked me to bring this part of the materials first." However, the deputy director said that this is just the information sorted out by temporarily sending people to find a needle in a haystack, and it cannot 100% reflect the exact whereabouts of the victim that day."

"I didn't expect you to be more accurate."

A male voice sounded from the slant above the clerk's head, and then the clerk noticed that the documents in his hand disappeared with a whoosh.He immediately turned his head and looked behind him, only to see a man slightly taller than him standing behind him, quickly flipping through the materials he sent.

The speed of one page per second made the clerk very suspicious. Can the man read what is written on each page?

Sherlock closed the document with a snap, walked to the prepared map in two or three steps, picked up a pen and drew a small circle on the map.

"Here! Shirley, the missing person who is not a murloc, coincides with the whereabouts of Sarah, the missing murloc that day!"

"Go!" Sherlock pressed the circle on the map, and said to Orm quickly, "Let's go talk to the witness who saw Shirley here!"

In order to save time, except for Tony who resolutely changed into his armor, the others experienced what it was like to be carried/clamped by the Atlanteans and swim underwater like a cannonball.

dizziness.

want to vomit.

No, you must hold back _(:з)∠)_ for the sake of image.

When Peter got dizzy and got off the shoulders of a handsome young man escorted by the king of Atlantis, he looked up and saw an impressive "acquaintance".

"Ah! It's you! Green Hat!" Peter blurted out.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel of the enchantress for the landmines~ Whata~(づ￣3￣)づ

Thank you Mumumumu little angel for the nutrient solution~Bixin~?

The author has been busy with work in recent weeks, so the fourth day is gone, and we have to return to the poor life of the third day_(:з)∠)_Little angels, forgive me QAQ!

And, about the virus, about the database, about the tracking of anonymous data, all of them were made up by the author~ This is not the case in reality!