After the phone call with Pei Zhi ended, Lin Zhaoxi realized that she forgot one thing.
If she got the traffic data, then she would definitely cancel the midday meeting with Pei Zhong, and put all her energy into the modification procedure.
But she didn't cancel the agreement with Pei Zhi in advance, and Pei Zhi didn't mention it. She might forget, but Pei Zhi didn't ask "tomorrow noon". They couldn't be reached after the phone hung up. Lin Zhaoxi even felt that he was avoiding it on purpose.
Thinking of this, she felt indescribably sour and sad.
Monday was spent asking for help and sorting out thoughts, Tuesday was spent running around, and early Wednesday morning, she came to the gate of the traffic police brigade. The sky was leaden gray, and the air was so humid that it looked like it was going to snow.
Most government units go to work at 8:30. Before this time, she has downloaded all the software required for programming in the Internet cafe computer, and the function library is also in place. It took her another period to sort out the work process after getting the data, and strive for everything to go smoothly and procedurally.
In general, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a sleepless night.
Before 8:30, the security guards came to work and opened the door. Lin Zhaoxi walked into the compound of the traffic police detachment together with many people who came early to deal with traffic accidents.
She knocked on the Office of the Propaganda Department, and the policewomen who were arranging their clothes looked at her in a daze. Lin Zhaoxi lowered her head slightly, bowed, tucked her face into the scarf, stood in front of the section chief's office, and stopped talking.
The office was bustling with work, and Yongchuan had no heating. At first, the office was as cold as ice, and then gradually warmed up. She maintained the posture and position when she entered the door from the beginning to the end.
half an hour later.
The door of the section chief's office suddenly opened, Lin Zhaoxi looked up, and the female section chief held a USB flash drive in front of her.
—
Lin Zhaoxi ran out of the gate of the traffic police detachment, checked the time, it was 5 minutes past 10 o'clock.
There is no sunshine today, the wind is biting, and the streets are full of pedestrians in a hurry. She glanced at the long street, clenched the USB flash drive in her hand, and rushed into the crowd.
Back at the Internet cafe, Lin Zhaoxi turned on the computer, put on the earphones, and inserted the USB flash drive.
The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and after the computer finished reading the data, she clicked on the file.
In an instant, countless green excel documents were poured down like a stream of water, and the scroll bar on the right was still shrinking.
After a while, the scroll bar stopped. Lin Zhaoxi narrowed her eyes, held the mouse and dragged the scroll bar, and began to scan all the excel files in the USB drive.
These document names are not uniform, and the naming formats are different. If you look carefully, some of them are uniformly exported from the program, and others are exported from the standard statistical documents of the Transportation Bureau.
Looking at these documents, Lin Zhaoxi couldn't even estimate how many roads there were in Yongchuan City and the total amount of traffic lights at the intersections. However, the number of documents with different road names, different years, and months was staggering.
The number of documents alone was beyond Lin Zhaoxi's expectation, and when she opened the documents, she was shocked again by the different data types and display methods inside.
She opened the documents one by one, and even saw a lot of raw data, which she needed to process by herself.
She believes that this is not because the traffic police brigade is making things difficult for her, after all, the area of Yongchuan is five times that of Anning. Just because she wanted so many urgent things, they gave them to her all at once.
For a long time, Lin Zhaoxi opened the document mechanically, trying to organize her thoughts. However, the processing ideas are interrupted by new problems, and the cycle repeats.
The data of Anning City used to be sorted out with Pei Zhi by her side. While they took a lot of time, they didn't feel difficult or complicated.
But those in Yongchuan are different.
At a certain moment, she seemed to be in a sea of snow, the ground was pure white, and black numbers descended from the sky. The shape of each number was very clear. They were vast and boundless, falling on the top of her head and instep, spreading from her calves to her chest. , until the entire world is completely submerged.
In the end, she barely lifted her finger, clicked the red cross, and with a click, all the pages disappeared.
The screen was still, the hustle and bustle of the Internet cafe was pouring in like a cold wind, and there seemed to be a sharp whistling sound in the ears.
Lin Zhaoxi felt an indescribable tinnitus, high intraocular pressure, soreness and swelling, and wanted to cry, but couldn't cry at all.
She covered her face with her hands and rubbed vigorously.
—
Desperation spread uncontrollably from the compressed box in her brain.
The process of forcing her to remain calm was the process of Lin Zhaoxi going to the toilet, flushing her face, then walking back to her seat, mechanically opening her notebook, and comparing every detail she had written down.
The ballpoint pen has some tiny reflections, and she points to each word with her fingers. No matter how excited the shouts of the game boys nearby were, she kept speaking at the same speed and pronounced every word aloud.
At first she was anxious and restless. She came to Yongchuan from Anning, and the feeling of overturning the original preparation procedure was already desperate.
Now she has finally climbed over the high mountain but sees the high mountain again. It took so long to run around to get the data, but she didn't have so much time to sort it out.
In the past few days, she has been supported by a little belief. Faith comes first, but she only sees her own incompetence.
It is Wednesday, December 17 at 11:03.
There are still 90 hours before Lao Lin's car accident, and these 90 hours include all her time for eating and sleeping. She really wants to be non-stop, but accumulated fatigue will only make her brain dull.
For example, now, she can only attribute her current depression to the lack of sleep for days. To be honest, it may be that she has had a cold for so many days, and now she really wants to lie down and have a good sleep.
Just thinking this way, she involuntarily fell down, her brain was like a paste, and the air in her breath was hot.
The document just now made her almost believe in fatalism, as if no matter how hard she tried, she would always encounter one problem after another when it came to Lao Lin.
When she thought of this, she hurriedly got up, and read a few more words from the notebook, compressing the pessimistic part again.
In fact, having more data is also beneficial, Lin Zhaoxi thought calmly. It can make the final prediction more accurate, and a large amount of real data can support the operation of the entire program.
The bad thing is, it's already Wednesday. She is very clear that in the face of such a huge amount of data, 90 hours is too late for her alone.
—
11:05 minutes.
Lin Zhaoxi saved the data, turned off the computer, picked up her schoolbag, and walked out of the Internet cafe.
When she did this series of actions, she was not very rational.
The reason was that she realized that the lunch time with Pei Zhi was approaching. When she stopped the taxi, got into the car, and heard the driver ask "where are you going", she realized what she wanted to do.
"Little girl, where are you going?" the driver repeated.
Lin Zhaoxi was stunned, the road ahead was a gloomy gray, she could only say: "Go ahead."
The driver whispered something in her ear, probably reminding her of the fare. Lin Zhaoxi looked at the gray road ahead and didn't want to answer.
She was sure that in just a few minutes just now, she was focused on going out to find Pei Zhi's help.
She had seen the vast, effortless ability to solve most problems, the gift of brute force to solve a large number of problems. That is the ability that truly belongs to a genius, and it is also what she needs now.
Classic old songs at noon were playing on the radio, and the temperature of the air conditioner was very high. Lin Zhaoxi loosened her scarf a bit, her head was groggy.
Even so, out of the knee-jerk reaction, she knew she couldn't go to it for help.
Pei Zhi's mother is critically ill. Without revealing Lao Lin's car accident, how can she persuade Pei Zhi to use the last time of her mother's life to accompany her to do an unimportant job
not to mention.
What's more, Lin Zhaoxi thought, with Lao Lin on one side and her mother on the other, she couldn't let Pei Zhi make such a choice.
Lin Zhaoxi looked forward, feeling ashamed of her own incompetence, but at least she still knew what she could do and what she couldn't do.
The painful shame lasted for a long time.
Until the taxi driver tuned a channel, the love song became quieter, and the news began to play on the radio.
"Did you break up in love?" the driver asked her, "Seeing that you are still young, you still have a long way to go."
Lin Zhaoxi sniffed: "No, I have a very good relationship with my boyfriend."
There was an educational program on the radio at noon, and the host was reading a high school composition sample with a melodious and pleasant voice. Then began to broadcast some educational news.
"You are so young, what kind of boyfriend are you talking about, and you don't study well." The taxi driver glared at her.
"It is reported that the Hua Luogeng Cup Juvenile Mathematics Invitational Written Preliminary Competition will start next Saturday..." The news broadcast was noisy and hoarse.
Lin Zhaoxi shifted her gaze to the radio: "This is the game."
"What's wrong with this game?" the driver master asked.
My boyfriend and I are also going next Saturday.
Lin Zhaoxi originally wanted to make a joke, just to ease her emotions. But when the words came to her lips, she suddenly remembered that Pei Zhi hadn't signed up for this year's Hua Cup at all. As for her, she is destined to return to her real world on Sunday, and there is no way to participate.
The cloud cover is very low, and the Yongchuan city landscape belt is on both sides of the road. It was beautiful before, but now it reveals an unknown blue-gray.
It seems that everything is about to reach the end, and the original beautiful road will be obscured.
"The annual academic meeting of mathematicians will be held at Yongchuan University this Sunday. It is reported that more than 800 domestic experts and scholars in the field of mathematics will attend the meeting..."
The sound of the radio gradually faded, and Lin Zhaoxi looked up: "Master, I'm going to Ci'en Nursing Home."
she said so.