Chapter 12: Stuttering system

"That’s right, it’s you. I was not locked in this ** thing at the time, and

I was stealing... politely searching for the signal. I just found the

instruction they received. The source of the signal is you, absolutely not.

Wrong, unless I am blind."

The Golden Crow curled his lips and stared at Trus's expression for a moment,

and said, "But looking at your expression, I wonder if I was really blind at

the time."

Truth thought about this weird thing to himself, and replied, "Obviously."

Golden Crow: "...Damn, I'll be polite!"

Chus: "You're welcome."

Golden Crow: "..."

He turned his head and slumped back to the bottom of the cage like a dog, as

if he never wanted to talk to Truth again.

Saer himself is often blocked by Chus, and he is happy to see others being

blocked by Chus. He smiled and reminded aloud: "My dear, I have a suggestion."

"What advice?" Chus asked, turning around.

Sahe pointed to the top of his head.

The dining table on which he was leaning was close to the corner, and the red

light with the size of rice grains was on at the corner of the wall facing

directly above his head, flashing every few seconds. Red lights like this are

almost everywhere in the entire space prison. They are the recording devices

of the prison's intelligent system. They are somewhat similar to ordinary

surveillance, but much more comprehensive than that.

In addition to the scene, it can also record the temperature, humidity and

other things that a pure lens can't reflect at the time, including

communication signals, and even simple analysis and processing.

It's just that the accuracy and fineness of the analysis will vary slightly

depending on the level of the intelligent system.

With today's technology, if this device is to be concealed, it can be made to

be completely integrated with anything, and it is invisible at all. But the

one hundred and thirty-eight devices in the space prison were deliberately

made so obvious.

Mainly because the prisoners in the prison have problems from their brains to

their bones.

When the space prison was first built, the designers had not yet figured out

the tempers of the prisoners, and the recorder had to be hidden and hidden. As

a result, the gang of lunatics didn't do anything ** all day long, changed

their way to dig holes, and gave full play to the spirit of the minesweeper,

using a carpet-like search technique, vowing to find all the surveillance

devices, not leaving one.

As soon as one batch was destroyed here, a new batch was installed there. Load

a batch over there, and destroy a batch here.

The experience strategy summed up one set after another, and a mature business

chain was formed very soon.

After the two tortured each other for fifty years, the design team finally

scolded the mother for compromise and switched to another strategy—

They made every recorder like a searchlight and installed it brightly in every

corner. The red light was not off work for 24 hours, and they jumped

constantly, and announced to the world in a bright and blinding posture: Come

on. , You come to blow me up!

This kind of comparison trick magically followed the prisoners' hair.

Probably because they felt that the challenge was too low, the prisoners

suddenly lost interest in destroying the recorder. Except for occasionally

raising a few middle fingers on the recorder on a whim, they almost regarded

the 138 devices as farts, so they went to study it instead. Thing up.

This makes these recorders live long-lived little bastards.

After Saer's reminder, Chu Si remembered these ubiquitous bastards.

He immediately dropped the golden crow in the cage, strode towards the other

side of the restaurant, and passed through that door, which was the No. 2

monitoring center.

The connection port between this disc and other parts of the space prison is

in the north of the relative position, and a large part overlaps with the

outer shell of the No. 2 monitoring center. When it was disconnected before,

it was bombarded, so that the current monitoring center is like a typhoon, and

a whole arc-shaped wall has been bombed.

The metal wall was not blown through, but bulged inward, squeezed and hit a

piece of console.

It's not dead, it just happens to be the one with the branch of the smart

processor.

As soon as Saer followed Chus into the door, he blew a whistle and said, "They

can really pick a place to explode."

Chu Si took care of the console, reconnected the port that was blown off, and

said without looking back: "Excuse me, stay away from me."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Our chief hates cleaning up the garbage dump the most in

his life. I must be in a bad mood now." Saer looked reasonable, turned his

head and raised his eyebrows to the two people behind him: "Unrelated people,

go out. ? I'm closed."

Mop: "..." I have a shameless saying that I don't know if it is inappropriate

to say it.

He almost scolded, remembering who was in front of him, and swallowed back

with a grunt, and changed his voice with difficulty: "I... just stand against

the wall, don't talk or make trouble, don't let me go out, there are so many

wolves outside. "

Sahah was more than half his head taller, and when he looked down at people,

his expression was particularly lazy and arrogant, "Should I kindly remind you

that there are at least cages blocking the ones outside, and this one in front

of you has already escaped from prison. Bound."

mop:"…"

Without a word, he turned his head and ran away.

Sahe looked at him with satisfaction as he dragged the small mop against the

wall and ran away. He slammed the door and locked it by the way.

Chus sneered: "Saer, with all due respect, I've never seen anyone shameless

than you in my age."

Sahe raised his eyebrows. "I've seen it."

Truth subconsciously replied: "Who?"

However, before Sae opened his mouth, he suddenly reacted and ended the chat

in time: "Okay, shut up."

Sahe laughed.

Truth frowned and connected a dozen or so ports, and then found a broken one

out of a thread that seemed to be messy like a cobweb. Because it was too

close to the wall, it was blown off at the instant of being bombed. In the cut

surface of the fracture, nearly a hundred connecting tentacles that were as

thin as hair could be seen.

Chief Chu calmly stared at the hundreds of connected tentacles for two

seconds, then rolled his eyes restrained calmly, and threw the broken wire

back to the table.

He has always been very uncomfortable with this kind of things. Rather than

sitting here and dealing with port chip data signals, he would rather get into

the anti-matter storage and processing park that may explode at any time.

Chief Chu held the table with both hands, was silent for a moment, suddenly

put on a polite smile, turned his head and said to Saer, "How about a deal?"

When he spoke, his hands were still supporting the table, his back was leaning

against the edge, his straight long leg was slightly bent, and his smile

appeared elegant and relaxed.

Saer put a finger on his lips, "Don’t pretend to be a sir, not counting the

time after the planet exploded. We have known it for 45 years, 7 months and 3

days. I can see what you are thinking about. Come out, it's better to speak

straight."

Truth was really taken aback this time, he didn't think that Saer would be

able to specify the time they knew each other to "heaven". Maybe it was

because of some accidents, maybe it was because there was indeed a request.

The unforgiving Chief Chu pursed his lips. He didn't make a bend for the first

time, and said dryly: "One of the wires has been melted, and the bad tentacles

inside. At least one."

As long as the wrong one is connected, the intelligent system will not work

properly.

If you really want him to connect them all, he can sit here to the end of the

universe.

Saer smiled happily. He lifted his chin at Chus, and said jokingly: "Generally

speaking, I will let the other party kneel down and beg me."

Chu Si also smiled happily, "Generally speaking, I only kneel when I go to the

grave, and I have one knee."

"Kneeling on one knee is more appropriate to propose." Sahe said.

Chu Si said: "This action of kneeling on one knee, I use to put sacrifices."

Sahe: "..."

Although he was about to quarrel again, Sahe walked over. Truth was hardly

convinced to soften, and honestly gave a step to the side, and held him next

to Saer, looking down at his finger to pick out the fused wire.

Sahe's fingers are long and beautiful, and when he fiddles with the contact

angles of those slender chains, he is almost playing a piano.

In fact, no one would believe it. The number one terrorist in the Space

Prison, Sae Young, really knew how to play the piano, but there were only a

handful of people he had seen, and maybe not even counted, just Chu Si.

Of course, it was just a mistake.

But that was what happened in the White Eagle Sanatorium more than 40 years

ago. If you add the fifty years of sleeping in the frozen capsule, it will be

nearly a hundred years old.

A hundred years is just a moment when you open your eyes and close your eyes.

Saer carefully sorted out the connected antennae, looking attentive, his

almost transparent eyeballs couldn't turn around, his eyelids drooped

slightly, and he seemed very quiet, even with a calm and introverted

temperament.

After a while, he leaned on the table, raised his eyes and looked at Chus,

curled his mouth and said, "To be honest, I sometimes think of you..."

As he said, he suddenly shrugged his shoulders, lowered his eyes and continued

to disconnect, "Forget it, for the sake of sir that you rarely run against

people, I won't tease you anymore."

Chu Si suspiciously asked, "What do you think of me?"

Sahe just finished connecting the last one, and easily twisted the entire

cable sheath twice to reinforce it. He held the terminal in a leisurely

manner, touched the corner of his mouth like a dude, and handed it to Truth:

"Come on, give you a kiss, my dear sir."

Chus: "..."

This kind of insane, half-and-half speech, should be stuffed into a special

confinement room to be telegraphed overnight.

Chus took the cord with a split hand and plugged it into the correct port.

Ding-

"Sky Eye, the intelligent system of the Space Prison, will serve you."

Truth: "..." Is this kind of thing that just says a word and the phone is

stuck around? Can it really work? !

He twitched his mouth, tapped a few keys on the console, and then tried to

give instructions: "Are there any records on the day the planet exploded? Call

it out and have a look."

"Okay, the database search takes about three seconds. The countdown is

3-2-2-2-2-2—"

Truth: "..." Is this going to be 2 to the next century?

Sahe raised his eyebrows and punched the outer shell of the central brain of

the intelligent system.

"Oh-2-1-data export is complete."

Chus: "..."

He especially wanted to say: Otherwise, let it go, seeing this stuttering

thing makes my liver hurt.

As a result, the screen that was called up in the next second and the text

record data next to it made his face sink--

This stuttering skyeye system is a coincidence. The first video record

exported is the moment when the communication channel receives the command

message. You can see it on the synchronously connected space star chart. The

short code of the command message is: 50001

The source is marked and it is extremely conspicuous red.

50001 is the short code of the Truth public communication channel. Represents

the leader of Office 5 of the Security Building.

The red mark is the exclusive source mark of Truss.