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57, round
The Inspectorate did not issue a notice of the arrest of the profiler. Everyone thought the profiler was still working for the Inspectorate, especially the murderer.
Liu Chen put his hands down: "The murderer said in the recording that he will act on the hostages this week. Profiler, if you are watching this episode, please act quickly and don't let tragedy happen."
Yan Junxun frowned and turned off the TV.
Everything is cleverly gathered in one time. They are like timers, telling Yan Junxun that this week is the deadline. The members dispatched by the Panthers will go to the parking area next week, and the killer will kill again.
"You can give up your profile as a profiler," Shi Shanyan was already awake, and he raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "Let the Inspectorate solve this problem by itself."
"The identity of the profiler is not important," Yan Junxun looked back, "but I have to solve this trouble."
Shi Shanyan looked at him and asked, "Are you a messenger of justice?"
The Inspectorate is arresting Yan Junxun, and this case is just a hook. The Inspectorate took advantage of the murderer’s attention-seeking mentality to let the murderer advance the time of the killing. If Yan Junxun wants to rescue the hostages, then he has to take the bait honestly. This is a clear line.
"We can't get around this case," Yan Junxun lifted the blanket. "It's not accidental that the murderer committed the crime again after many years. I think he, like Chen Xiulian, was hinted and abetted by the clown, and we sneaked into the'Lixing' The reason is also this case. Everything that is happening now is simply one thing."
The time when they collided together was too coincidental, it seemed like a fortune.
Yan Junxun has a clear timeline in his head.
The clown affected Chen Xiulian, and Chen Xiulian's live broadcast affected the current murderer. The current murderer affected Yan Junxun and Shi Shanyan again-if they had not encountered Bai Jingqing's case, they would not sneak into the Lixing Building. The Lixing Building was the superficial beginning of everything going out of control, but Yan Junxun believed that the real beginning of everything going out of control was Artemis.
He was a student of Artemis, the clown was the incomplete system hatched by Artemis, the black panther was the birth spring of Artemis, and the docking area was the data inherited area of Artemis.
What a coincidence.
"Artemis likes games with a circular structure," Yan Junxun stepped barefoot on the ground, his cold touch made him sober. "The clown also likes it. It must be directional in organizing these cases." Yan Junxun looked at the window, "Circular... …I hate round shapes the most."
Because the end of the circle means the beginning.
Shi Shanyan watched Yan Junxun move around unconsciously.
"We have to solve this case to know what it is after it is over," Yan Junxun retracted his gaze and said to Shi Shanyan, "Otherwise you and I will be trapped in a strange circle until we are exhausted."
Shi Shanyan said earnestly: "I hope you will not be induced by the so-called'circle'."
"I will," Yan Junxun looked at him calmly, "so I need you."
Yan Junxun is very honest. He doesn't believe in himself. Like the clown, he has been influenced by Artemis. If you really want to call everything a game, only Tokayama Yan can completely escape the influence of Artemis. Fortunately, Shi Shanyan can indeed do it.
"Take the star you gave me last night," Yan Junxun leaned over and picked up his coat, "Be a compass."
Shi Shanyan did not speak. After a while, he said: "You are really second."
***
Limpopo wandered in front of the coffee shop, and when he walked in, the front desk couldn't help but frowned at him.
"Are you okay?" The girl at the front desk swiftly checked out the customer and glanced at him. "If it's okay, don't stand in the door."
Limpopo squeezed the crumpled note, and he barely squeezed a smile in the girl's eyes: "I want to work here."
His practice results are remarkable, and he didn't stammer on this sentence.
The girl looked at the recruitment blackboard at the door, and didn't want to be a colleague with the oil head Bobo. But she had basic politeness and said to Limpopo: "Wait a minute", turned around and got inside and called the boss.
Limpopo saw the hot pants under the half curtain and the boss's straight legs. He felt hunger and thirst, and the hot demand spread across his stomach.
The boss raised the curtain, smiled at Limpopo, and said readily, "How long are you going to do?"
This determined and serious look made her look confident, but this confidence defeated Limpopo's courage, and he immediately withered, before he could hold onto the note of self-introduction, and fled in the eyes of the boss.
"This person is weird," the girl at the front desk popped her head from behind the curtain and looked at Limpopo's embarrassed back. "The look at people is very slimy and disgusting."
The boss picked up the note soaked in sweat from the ground, but couldn't see the writing on it. She threw the note into the trash can and asked the girl: "Be careful when you leave work recently."
Recent news is playing on the light screen of the coffee shop.
***
"The murderer's diary is included in Jue's database," Yan Junxun leaned inside the phone booth, "but they turned off Jue."
"You are invading Jue..." Shi Shanyan's fingers circled twice, "'brain'?"
"I don't," said Yan Junxun, "you can think of us as brothers and sisters with a little blood relationship. Its basic setting is still Ares's data, but in some ways it has been added to Artemis. Tracking data."
"It seems that the Inspectorate wants to make it a tracking system in the future," Shi Shanyan's figure blocked Yan Junxun, "and even carefully selected a partner for it."
Shi Shanyan is very perceptive. He does not have the "eyes" of Yan Junxun, but he can find the best answer in the fragmented information.
Puli’s superb memory ability coincides with Jue’s storage function, but the Inspectorate asked them to partner. This can only prove that one of them will specialize in the future. Otherwise, the partner's ability should be complementary, and that can be called collaboration.
"But there was another spark between them," Shi Shanyan stared at the inspection car outside the phone booth. "Puli is tossing and turning over the problem of foaming."
Yan Junxun stopped his hand dialing the number. Because of the crowd, he turned his head with difficulty and asked, "Really?"
Shi Shanyan watched the car ran away, but didn't move his body: "They've all had an appointment."
Yan Junxun has no idea about this. Even if he sees Puli's expression of concern for Jue, isn't that just the concern among colleagues? Yan Junxun thought Puli did this to all his colleagues.
"Alright," Shi Shanyan leaned down slightly, about to press Yan Junxun's head, "Who are you going to call now?"
"Old friend." Yan Junxun slid the old phone and dialed out.
A few seconds later, Shi Shanyan witnessed a wonderful scene.
Yan Junxun half-covered the receiver, speaking anxiously in a tender voice.
"Hello, Inspectorate," the little liar didn't blink. "My thief has entered my house, and my parents are not at home. Can you help me?" He choked, "I beg you."
"Where is your home?"
"My house is right there," the little liar trembled, showing his incomprehensible swallowing, "It's at No. 89 Changming Street in the old district."
The person on the other end tried to comfort Yan Junxun, but Yan Junxun hung up in a scared tone. He told Shi Shanyan: "The Inspectorate’s answering system only has basic recognition capabilities. It must first verify whether the alarm address is true, and then determine whether the caller address is the same. The old district Changming Street has been demolished in half and its database has not been updated Get there."
"So it has to consult Jue's opinion," Shi Shanyan said, "Will the host system reject the request?"
Yan Junxun still holds the phone, this kind of old-fashioned handset has long been eliminated by the light track area. He said: "It takes time for the host system to approve the response, which is contrary to the safety of the alarm person. Time is life, so the answering system has the power to check the alarm address first." Yan Junxun felt a little crowded, which made him very hot. , But the phone booth is so big, "This call has only two endings. First, the answering system wakes up Jue, even if it only takes two seconds, I can talk to it. This shows that the parking area system has not changed and everything is still there. Within the normal range; Second, the answering system does not wake up, and Jue continues to be forcibly shut down by the host system."
If Jue continues to be forcibly closed by the host system, it means that the function of the host system has changed-it is no longer the parking area inspection bureau system, because it has lost the core setting of "priority saving".
The former proves that the parking area system is still operating according to the basic setting, and the latter proves that the parking area system has deviated from the basic setting.
"Can't Black Panther change the basic settings of the parking area management system?" Shi Shanyan thought for a while, "They can even remove Jiang Lian."
"It is an order to remove Jiang Lian, but the small ‘bug’ between the system functions cannot disappear because of the order." As time passed, Yan Junxun said, "...unless the master system evolves."
Traditional systems do not have the ability to "think", and their every move must be calculated based on data. Only when they start thinking, will they make decisions that contradict the original settings.
Yan Junxun waited for five minutes, but Jue did not wake up. He put the phone back and said, "Things have become difficult."
He recalled the reaction of the host system yesterday, looking for clues in it.
But at this moment, the phone rang.
The cramped phone booth was like a potato chip bucket, and the loud calls of the phone crashed in the bucket, making Yan Junxun nervous. He held the telephone receiver in his hand, but was intercepted by Shi Shanyan.
Shi Shanyan took Yan Junxun's hand and answered the phone. He said, "What's the matter?"
The opposite "di di" sounded twice, and the host system replied with an electronic tone: "Don't make small movements, I'm looking at you."
Shi Shanyan saw through the glass that there were warning lights from the Inspectorate in the traffic jam. He encircled Yan Junxun and said, "Stop chatting, grab it."
The host system wanted to continue to answer, Shi Shanyan had already died.
He likes to hang up other people's phones.
"It doesn't sound very clever," Shi Shanyan dragged Yan Junxun out of the phone booth in this way, meaningless, "It's better to beg me with your choked voice, let me see where we should go next."
"Left," Yan Junxun grabbed Shi Shanyan backhand, "Run!"
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