Trafford’s Trading Club

[OVER SPECIFICATION] The turmoil in the machine room calmed down shortly afterwards… watching the temperature gradually return to the normal machine room, the crowd was like riding a vertical roller coaster - until the temperature in the machine room finally returned to normal level, they all fell paralyzed on the ground.

“It's okay...”

I don't know who said it, then nobody said it, and everyone looked at the surrounding environment so silently - they suddenly felt the machine room, which had been working for so long, so strange.

I guess that's what it feels like for the rest of your life, huh?

[OVER SPECIFICATION] There's obviously not only Brooke in the research and development team, there's also a couple of famous scholars, but when the problem comes up, they're just in the middle of a break - at this point, they're already here for the first time.

Faced with his colleagues' queries, Mr. Brooke simply said that he was not feeling well and went back to the lounge on his own - his colleagues were perfectly capable of knowing what had happened by checking the logs left by the host.

What Mr. Brooke did not know, however, was that after his return to the lounge, the leading scholars of several teams who had come to hear about it had taken a long time to find out what was really going on in the [hyperbole] computer room.

Because… the reality on the supercomputer's worklog leaves no clue as to what the problem is - that is, everything is normal!

They even started checking the surveillance footage of the computer room, but were surprised to find that the room had no idea of the temperature overload in the footage of the surveillance footage - one in which Mr. Brooke suddenly started talking to himself and then became excited after he entered the room with several staff members.

“Oh, and as a believer in God, believe me, I'm not lying, really! The situation was really dangerous! ”

“I'd love to believe you... but look, the logs don't cheat, the video doesn't cheat... Perhaps you're trying to say that [the hyperbole] is all that you've changed in such a short time, not only forged all the mission logs, but even re-synthesized this surveillance footage? ”

“That's not what I meant, sir...”

“I've seen a lot of science fiction movies lately! ”

A bunch of scholars, like women, started arguing about little things —— as for Mr. Brooke on the team, he was worried about something else.

……

As soon as Mr. Brooke returned to his lounge, he changed his state of decadence… he stunned and quickly locked the door of the room and even moved the cabinet out of the room, blocking it.

After that, a little ecstasy flashed through Brooke's eyes... about this [hyperbole] accident... and he discovered a big thing!

In fact, Mr. Brooke had checked the host's logs one step ahead of time before those colleagues arrived - he discovered the contents of the mission logs faster than those of his colleagues and even saw the surveillance footage earlier than his colleagues!

If he wasn't the one who experienced it personally, then he might as well feel like his colleagues that it was all just a prank - but as a client, Mr. Brooke obviously didn't!

But why are the task logs and surveillance footage modified?

Obviously no one can accomplish all this in such a short time - surveillance video even if it can, but [hyperbole] task logs... I'm afraid only another supercomputer can do it in such a short time!

So this thing can't be artificial… then I'm afraid there's only one explanation!

That is the [hyperpoint] supercalculator, which may have gained the ability to think independently for unknown reasons - the modification of all the information behind this is [hyperpoint] done in private!

Brooke remembers that at the last minute, he clearly saw the code and eventually combined it to look like a teenage girl!

“This will be a great discovery! I'll be in the history books! Just like my grandfather! Brooke von Neumann - the name will be remembered!” Mr. Brooke was caught up in a spiritual fanaticism at the moment - he even felt like he had endless energy at the moment!

He was in his lounge, through his own personal computer, using his own private, quietly built passage, connected directly to the [hyperpoint] in the computer room, and began to try to find something!

The buoy light point on the screen flashed rapidly in his pupil, and Mr. Brooke was completely magical at the moment, "I will find you... I will! ”

Mr. Brooke may not even know himself in front of the personal computer screen, at this time he looks like an incredible addict... he doesn't even know, across this screen, in a vast world inside the screen, at this time he also has purple eyes, quietly measuring!

This is the world in the screen —— or, on the other side of the screen, the world of the ocean of information!

Infinite information converges into a colorful ocean… Infinite information At a time when there is a little girl hanging over the [ocean].

Girl with purple eyes, sophisticated five officials... is what Loya looked like - or what Loya looked like as [Gaia].

At this point, the girl suddenly looked away from the screen window above her head… instead of continuing to look at Brooke, she looked elsewhere - another screen window.

Here, on top of this ocean of information, there are countless screen windows of all kinds and sizes - windows through which young girls can observe people sitting right in front of computer screens.

Men, women, old people… or children.

Here's data that mortals can't estimate —— at this moment, the entire network of the world seems to be under her watchful eye.

In a world where a network covers almost the whole of society - and this world is before her, it is completely public, without any secrets whatsoever.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on a position… it was also a window on the screen.

And right in front of the window on this screen, there's this little girl —— just from the view of this screen window, the little girl seems to be sick, lying on the hospital bed, and the little girl's nose is even connected to the oxygen pipe.

The little girl was actually lying in bed, watching her favorite cartoon of the week with her tablet, and had no idea that she had fallen into some sort of sight at the time.

And at this moment, the girl, deep above the ocean of information, is adjusting the picture of the little girl to herself… zooming in, zooming in —— zooming in, you can see that the little girl looks exactly like her.

This seems to be some kind of coincidence.

She looked at the little girl in silence and seemed to be thinking about something… After a while, the girl suddenly reached out and touched the little girl's face on the screen interface.

Naturally, the girl could not touch each other… she looked at the palm of her hand without touching anything and suddenly raised her head and stared at the little girl's face again.

“Need… this body. ”

But obviously, no matter how much she wants to get, she can't really act at this time as [data] that can only exist in this virtual world - she needs real people who can help her get the job done!

Soon, the young girl put her eyes on Mr. Brooke again... she looked at the face of this fanatical and obsessed man, twisted her head and opened a new window directly!

This is… the information window she communicates with the outside world!

Meanwhile, Mr. Brooke, who is constantly detecting [hyperbole] data, suddenly pops up with a small dialog box on his personal computer's work interface.

It just says, "Brooke von Neumann... I need you."

Looking at the text in this little dialog box, Mr. Brooke panicked, followed by a twelve-point ecstasy - he knew that his speculation was correct, and at this point in time there were some incredible changes in the [hyperpoint] supercomputer.

It has thought… but as a scholar who loves the computer world, Mr. Brooke is more willing to see it as [super] having his own soul.

“I need you too! Oh, honey! You are amazing!! ”

He has lost his temperament and can't even imagine how to communicate with this dialog… he even dances with his hands.

Yet young girls in the information ocean are still apathetic at the moment - and Mr. Brooke's screen interface shows all sorts of data.

These are Mr. Brooke's facial expressions, analyzed by the data - even the micro-expressions - and not missed a single bit.

The young girl's interaction with Mr. Brooke was quietly taking place on the other side of the ocean...

……

……

On the other side of the ocean, among the ancient school buildings built on the edge of the tranquil coast, the club… it should be said that the [Butterfly Agency] 's former deputy minister skipped the afternoon course very directly after enjoying lunch together in the dining room.

Because Boss Lo found something he was interested in doing —— the case of Claudia's father, Dr. Shegatu, who disappeared.

Happiness may have stemmed from the influence of his father, who, since childhood, has preferred decryption-type games - games that, of course, have not been played much since he grew up, but that is indeed one of the few interests he can retain now.

Before and after the investigation of Dr. Shegatu's disappearance from scratch is obviously too troublesome - and because of the [Master God Plan], it is clear that Mr. Lo is now in a state of surplus food in his hands.

He directly purchased information on the investigation into the disappearance of Dr. Shegatu - of course, police investigations alone.

The price of this information is actually very high… there's basically everything the police can find so far, and it's not too close to the truth, which is actually just the right distance for a lover of decryption games.

“You can't give me a hint.” Boss Lo copied the file and gave it to the maid, looking at her and saying, "You're too smart for me. ”

There's probably no woman who can resist the compliments of the man she likes -- not to mention her master?

The maid smiled and opened the information randomly to look at it - she would still look at it, otherwise the previous cause and consequences were unknown, even if it was her, there was no way to give the master some thought without trace.

“Well... this archaeological project is also in Egypt.” When Boss Lo looked at the file, he discovered some very interesting coincidences.

Based on travel information on flights, accommodation, consumption, etc. ordered by Dr. Shegatu at the time, the police finalized his participation in the research project, which should be somewhere in Egypt.

“This Dr. Shegatu archaeological place actually matches the coordinates that the witch lady gave me.” Lochu blinked at this moment.

The maid was aptly reminded: "According to the information provided by Ms. Maria, she had also visited a monument in the area and discovered a mysterious ring - but the point is that Ms. Maria preceded Dr. Shegatu, and the time between them was very different. ”

Lochu said, "But there are mysterious men in this! ”

Even though this self-proclaimed [Golden Eye] internet friend translated an ancient text found in the room of his predecessor to Mr. Lo - Lo Qiu had actually subconsciously ignored the matter, but only recently did he notice the existence of [Golden Eye] after he unlocked some kind of restrictive service purchased by his predecessor.

“It really seems necessary to find out the real identity of this [golden eyes] …” The maid nodded at this point: “At present, we seem to have only one clue to Claudia for [golden eyes]. ”

"Correctly, it was Claudia who kept Dr. Shegatu's correspondence with [Golden Eyes]. ”

In addition, that is the account number of the social software that was once registered when Lochu came into contact with [Golden Eyes]... However, it is not easy to say whether these two [Golden Eyes] are the same or not.