I rushed back to the room frantically, made more than a dozen calls, and called all the more capable guys in Hangzhou.
I assigned a few tasks. A group of people looked for someone for me. I didn't see what that person was like. I only said that I was looking for someone who behaved suspiciously.
The second group of people rummaged around the trash can to see if there is any video tape. He couldn't take away so many video tapes right away, either they would destroy them, or they would definitely be hidden in other places.
Even if you only find a pile of ash, you must bring it back to me. The third group of people, find someone to get me all the things in that secret room.
I want to study it inch by inch, but I don't believe that I can't find any traces.
The first batch of people certainly didn't have any results. I was just depressed in my heart and asked a few people to send it out ruthlessly, but I didn't find anyone. The second group of people never came back.
The third group of people was even more depressed, because maybe when the room below was designed, the furniture was put in it first. Now it is impossible to get the furniture out of such a small passage.
The guy asked me what to do, and I thought what else to do, so I said: "Take it down!"
Everything inside was broken into pieces and piled up in the yard. I looked at all the pieces and turned them bit by bit, until I found that there was no clue at all, I calmed down.
I drove everyone away, sitting in the yard by myself, lighting a cigarette, and thinking. I feel that I have failed too much, and that such a good opportunity has been lost again.
But when I looked at the bedding and the tables and chairs, I suddenly found something wrong, and then I sneered.
I realized that I did not fail at all, and all the things I wanted to know were already in front of me. It's just that I need some measures to parse it out.
I picked up my phone and got through a guy's call: "No matter how much money, find me an organization that can test DNA."
I opened the cup, looked carefully inside, and picked out one of the hairs, "Yes, money is not a problem."
If a person has been in a secret room for decades, and the only person communicating with him is my third uncle, what is the biggest problem
This person must have poor knowledge of modern technology. I don't know how they communicate before using computers, but obviously, they don't know much about technology.
I sent the hairs I found to them for testing. If my guess is correct, then I'll know half the fucking thing.
On the other hand, I sent all the two computers to my classmate to let him continue his research. I know that deleting things in the computer is not clean. Even if the hard disk is formatted, the data in it may be restored.
I already know everything, some fragments may be extremely precious hints to me.
To make a long story short, the DNA test results did not come out so quickly, but the next day, my classmates came.
To my surprise, my classmate came empty-handed. I cast a questioning look. He shook his head: "The hard drive in this computer is useless, it's just an empty shell."
Empty shell
"This is a workstation." He said, "I found this in the CD-ROM drive." He took out a CD-ROM. "The hard disk of this computer is a display. This is a workstation that uses a CD-ROM drive."
I didn't quite understand it, so he explained: "In short, this computer has no hard disk. All the information is stored in the memory, and there is no record. As long as you shut down, everything will be reset."
I lit the cigarette, told him to sit down, and asked, "Is this technology very high-end?"
He shook his head: "No, it's actually a relatively low-end technology. Many times, it is used in university multimedia classrooms and Internet cafes. In this way, there are not so many viruses and system reinstallation problems."
I sighed, and said to my heart that it really didn't leak. However, in the state of my third uncle and this person who lives in the dark room all the year round, how did these things come true? There must be someone who understands technology to guide them.
I don't believe that Sanshu is a person who has secretly learned a lot of modern knowledge. There must be such a person.
I sighed and asked him: "Then you double-checked the two computers. Is there anything weird? Is there any difference?"
He scratched his head, sat down next to me, and said, "I don't know when to speak."
I said, "Speak, I'll add money to you when you tell it."
He said: "I have been repairing computers in the Computer City for many years and have seen all kinds of computers. Uncle San, you are one of the best in the antique shop.
I believe it, but you have to believe me. I have repaired computers for so many years, and any computer in my hands, I can see what kind of person the owner is and what habits he usually has.
I can even tell whether I am fat or thin, my personality, and what I usually like to play on the computer. "
I lighted him a cigarette, and when the kid was talking, his eyes were full of pride, and it was funny.
He saw that I lighted him a cigarette and was immediately encouraged, and said, "You may not believe me. Let me give you an example, gamers and writers.
The computers used are absolutely different, including the wear and tear of the keyboard. I can judge by the wear and tear of the keyboard. "
I nodded and asked him to continue. He said: "This computer is a popular model seven years ago. In other words, this computer has basically been used for seven years. In this era, this computer has been used for a long time. Up.
But I checked all the parts, and I found a very strange place. He paused, "Basically all parts of this computer are not worn out." "
I frowned and realized that what he said might indeed be valuable.
"We know that if a person uses a keyboard, the grease from their fingers will adhere to the keyboard to form a thin film, and then dust will adhere to it to form dirt.
A computer that has been used for seven years, no matter how clean it is, this kind of dirt is inevitable. "
"You just say what you mean."
"The keyboard is too clean, the mouse wheel is too clean, this kind of cleaning is not clean after wiping. You must know that the mouse is very difficult to clean.
How clean is this? If this computer was just taken out of the warehouse not long ago, that's nothing more than that.
However, judging from the degree of oxidation and yellowing of the print on your desk, the computer has been placed outside for a long time, so there is almost only one conclusion. "He said, "These two computers are rarely used by people, almost never before. "
I touched my chin and fully understood what he meant. I patted him, and said to my heart: "Damn, it turns out that's the case.
In the past seven years, if Sanshu often used the computer to communicate with people in the darkroom, this would definitely not be the case. However, the computer is definitely placed here, and I can see it every time I come. If this computer is not commonly used, but it is placed here, while also taking into account the task of communicating with people in the dark room...
This is a contradiction, the evidence is complementary...
"This is a trap, ***." I pinched out the cigarette butt, cursing myself in my heart.
This is a heuristic mechanism. When the person in the dark room notices something wrong here, he uses this computer to send a message. If it is a real uncle, he may reply to the agreed secret code.
However, my thinking was not so deep, and I didn't think about it so much, so I was caught in a hit. After so many conversations, I always thought I was testing him, but now it seems that he answered so drippingly, but instead was testing me.
In all settings, I was at a complete disadvantage.
It can be seen from this terrible trap and setting that the battle of wits between these forces has reached an indescribable level. Everyone is walking on thin ice, and every task must be exhausted.
"Uncle, what do you want to find out from this? Tell me if you want it to be convenient, so that I have no direction to check." He saw my expression and knew that I agreed with his statement, and his enthusiasm rose suddenly. "That kid Wu Xie always asked me to check things before, so it's better to check more if you have a purpose."
I snorted and said, "I'll tell you a story."
So I made up what happened in this house into an ambiguous story and told him it again.
After listening to it, he thought it was very interesting: "This is simply a spy scene during World War II."
"I just want to find this person, this person must be a key."
"But it doesn't make sense." He said, "Uncle, the story you just told just doesn't make sense."