A good sentence, spoken through Sa'eyang's mouth, is not very serious no matter how it sounds.
But Chuss had known him for too long to know what he was.
The more you react, the more interesting he will be, so the best way is not to give him the slightest emotional feedback when he doesn't hear it.
When he feels monotonous and boring, it will be fine.
In a sense, this method works, because in a person like Saeyang, who doesn't play cards according to common sense, as long as it doesn't provoke him even more crazy, it's good news.
But in another sense, this method still doesn't work After all, it's been more than forty years, and Sa'eyang's neuropathy hasn't started to find boring.
Chuss looked calm, and automatically removed the unnecessary words in his mind, leaving only the main points.
He stared at the nearest screen, scanning the azure characters on it.
Those characters were by no means commonly used information processing codes, otherwise Chus would have been able to read them at a glance.
They are being spread all over the screen in a strange combination, and at first glance, they can make the human brain "buzz".
"It's been encrypted."
Tang is also a capable person in this area, but he is not as experienced as the space prison, "This is not what we commonly use." ” The training camp was still under the military department in Chus's time, so the content they had to learn at that time included the various encryption methods that the military department might come into contact with, whether it was commonly used or not, basically the same would not be left behind.
Later, the training camp was transferred to the name of the Security Building, and what they learned was relatively limited, but they still had to learn the most commonly used and second-level ones used by the military department.
I've been exposed to a lot of actual tasks, and I'm about to develop my sixth sense of these.
The screen in front of him looked more awkward than any other, not to mention Tang them, and Chu Si was sure that this was definitely not within the reach of the training camp or even the military department.
"Like a mutation of the spider code."
Tang touched the back of his head, judged with a serious face, and pouted and added, "Okay, I'm guessing." ” However, these garbled combinations didn't stay on the screen for long, and they were instantly swiped almost as soon as they reached the end.
After about a dozen jumps, the garbled combinations all turned into normal readable words: The source was captured Source Properties: Double-layered Layer 1 Signal Source: 86206018 Layer 2 source: 50001 Solution: Clear OR lock As soon as he saw that the attribute was a double-layer signal source, Chus understood.
The so-called double-layer attribute is that a signal source has put on a layer of fake skin to go out to deceive.
The first layer of the signal source is the body, and the second layer is the skin.
"I just looked at the trajectory of the signal source, it's quite chic, every time I set off, I have to go around this old Barney Fort to spray paint, disguise myself as 50001, and leave with one touch, without stopping at all."
Saeyang roughly explained, "Think of this as a conversion place. ” "86206018," Chus muttered as he looked at it with his arms folded for a moment, "something familiar." ” But this is by no means a good sign, there are not many sources of signal that can make Chus familiar, he is not dealing with the military and the government all day long, or dealing with space prisons or various other planetary separatist forces.
The first layer of sources is any of them, and it's going to be a bit of fun.
Chus glanced at Saeyang, and seeing that he hadn't moved, he simply reached over him and tapped a few keys.
The whole system froze for a moment, and a line of prompts popped up on the screen in the center: "Loading the 36th edition of the planet city map." ” Sa'er lowered his eyelids and glanced over Chus's hand, "Sir's hand is very long. ” Chu Si didn't bother to pay attention to him, he didn't say anything, he just let go of his hands and lazily propped himself on the edge of the console, and casually Chu Si crossed the line to control the system under his nose.
A complex version of the miniature overlook map of the city was loaded, and after Chus clicked a few keys, his fingers directly pressed one of them without letting go, and then raised his chin at Sa'eyang, "Lift your fingers and touch the launch zone." ” "Is it meritorious to touch it?"
asked Sa'e, leaning over to him.
Chuss: "If you don't touch you, get out of the way." ” Occupying the most critical position of the console but not doing it, he has to grind and chirp, and he doesn't know what he is trying to do.
"Then I'll choose to make meritorious contributions."
Saeyang replied casually, his fingers already touching the launch zone.
Once again, a prompt pops up on the screen: a layer of source 86206018 is being searched "This system is dumb, and the prompt doesn't even speak."
Le Pen muttered.
Don whispered back to the side; "You forgot that this system was just gone crazy by well, the walls are full of electronic sounds, and they are in the automatic mute of disordered adjustment."
In the past, such searches would have taken a few seconds at most, but this time, I don't know if Fort Barney had been blocked for too long or something else, and after a full minute had passed, the screen finally refined the map layer by layer, and circled a corner of a certain neighborhood.
There is a small tooltip next to it, indicating the date of the trace: 5633.
"Well done, found the earliest traces of the source. 5633 years ago," Saeyang said, moving his left hand to count, "There must be a hundred and eighty years, come on, maybe you can catch the other party." ” Chuss: "" He stared at the neighborhood and threw a blank face at Sa'e beside him, "Shut up." ” Saeyang laughed. 5633, the year the source left its mark on this block, it was really eighty years since the year the planet exploded, and it was even 20 years older than Chuth's age.
Sa'eyang's words can be said to be bad, but so what, as long as you can find a trace, you are not afraid that you will not be able to find that person in the end.
Chus manipulated the system to zoom in on the circled block until he could see a small print in the upper right corner of the area No. 7, Wutong Street, District A, Xixi City Chus's eyebrows jumped instantly: "Orphanage" If it was another address, Chus would have to search again, but he would never forget this place.
The City Orphanage in Xixi City, where Chus stayed for 8 years from his birth. 8 years, in a life span of more than 200 years, is actually a short moment.
But for those who have lived there, it will probably be the longest and most difficult time of their lives.
Chus's gloomy, xenophobia, impatience and reticrisy in his youth, all sprouts were born in that orphanage.
The orphanage, which bears the name of "Chengli", is as complex as the regulatory government of Xixi City, and the lines of interest are intertwined.
There are a lot of rumors about it in Xixi City alone, and some say that it was actually built with the support of a private consortium, and under the guise of an orphanage, it is actually doing other gray things.
It is also said that it is the product of mutual compromise and collusion between the government and the dark side of Xixi City, and it is also said that it is mixed with the military department.
In short, the complex and not very bright background leads to the same environment in the orphanage, which is complex and not bright.
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It's like a miniature version of Hell's Eye, Cissy City, full of chaos and conflict, even if most of the people inside are still children.
Anyone who comes out of it will describe it with all the dark descriptions on top of each other, without even a single compliment, not even a neutral word, In Chus's memory, perhaps because the environment was too depressing, most of the children there had severe headaches, and the doctor said that it was not physiological, but the accumulation of too many extreme psychological emotions, accompanied by anxiety, insomnia, mania and so on In the room where he had lived, there was a child a year older than him, skinny who, when he had a headache, would curl up and hit his head against the metal railing at the head of the bed.
For as long as he can remember, he listened to that "bang" sound every day for two and a half years, until the other party died.
The word "death" is all too common for people there, because every day children die, because of fights, because of punishments, because of illness There are also people who try to leave, but because of their young age or whatever, they can always be brought back wherever they go.
It was like an orphanage with countless pairs of eyes, and it knew every child's movements.
The first time Chu Si met his adoptive father, Jiang Qi, was in the west of the small white building of the orphanage.
The design of that building is somewhat peculiar, unlike other smooth walls, there is a slender metal column on the center line of the west wall of the small white building.
If you sneak up to the roof of the small white building and slide down the metal pillar to the sixth floor, you can carefully transfer to the platform of the building next door with the help of a one-foot-wide horizontal plank there.
In the eyes of seven or eight-year-old children, this is already a very complicated and high-end way to escape.
Chus climbed onto the roof late one night in the middle of winter that year, and it was a very coincidental time for the caretakers to go to bed early and sleep deeply, so there was a hole to exploit.
However, when he slid down the stairs and climbed up the slender transverse board, he found that a thin layer of ice had been frozen on the transverse board.
Despite his careful every step, he eventually slipped off the crossboard, and thanks to his quick reaction and his hands hooked the crossbar, he barely managed to hang himself.
It was hard and desperate for an eight-year-old.
Fingers hooked on the cold metal horizontal plate, cold and frighteningly slippery.
He was just six stories high, between the two buildings, hooked for a long time.
Turning back is a mire, letting go is death.
It was at that time that Jiang Qi came to that alley, when he was just over middle age, and he was still wearing a shirt and trousers from the military department, but he was covered with a dark coat.
The sensor lights in the alley had just been destroyed by a group of people who had gathered to make trouble, and only a row of small yellowish lamps at the top of the courtyard wall remained, which gilded Jiang Qi's whole person with a layer of gentleness.
Chu Si had already slipped one of his hands at that time, and the ice slag he brought with him happened to fall on Jiang Qi's body, which made him notice that there was actually a child hanging on it.
Jiang Qi seemed to be taken aback at the time, and maybe he didn't react so much, Chu Si couldn't remember it clearly.
I only remember that Jiang Qi tilted his head, clapped his hands, and then spread his forearms at him, and said, "How did you get to that kind of place and come down first, don't worry, I won't fall to death." ” Chu Si had never said a word in his eight years in the orphanage, and naturally he would not answer Jiang Qi.
He even repulsed all strangers and didn't want to let go so much.
But the slippery transverse board couldn't help him.
Just when he gritted his teeth and wanted to hesitate for a while, Jiang Qi added another sentence: "Oh yes, don't kick your legs when you come down, so as not to step on my face." ” As soon as he said this, Chuss slipped his hand and fell from the height of the sixth floor
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