A good sentence, said through the mouth of Sae Yang, is not very serious no matter how you listen to it. But Chu Si had known him for too long and knew exactly what he was. The more you react, the more interesting he will find it, so the best way is to not give him the slightest emotional feedback when he doesn't hear it. When he feels monotonous and boring, it will naturally be fine.
In a sense, this method works, because it is good news for someone like Sae Young who plays cards unreasonably, as long as he doesn't drive him crazy.
But in another sense, this method is still useless—
After all, it's been more than 40 years, and Sae Young's madness has not begun to feel boring.
Chu Si looked calm, and automatically removed those unnecessary words in his mind, leaving only the key points. He stared at the nearest screen and scanned the bright blue characters on it.
Those characters are by no means commonly used information processing codes, otherwise Chu Si would be able to see it at a glance.
They are filling the screen in a strange combination that, at first glance, can make people's minds "buzz".
"This has been encrypted." Tang is also considered a capable person in this area, but he is not as experienced as the space prison. "This is not what we usually use."
The training camp was still affiliated to the military in Chu Si's time, so what they had to learn at that time included various encryption methods that the military might have access to, whether it was commonly used or not, basically the same would not fall.
Later, the training camp was transferred to the name of the security building, and what they learned was relatively limited, but they still had to know the most commonly used and second-level commonly used by the military.
I have been in contact with a lot in actual tasks, and I have almost developed a sixth sense for these.
On the screen in front of him, it looks more awkward than any one, let alone Tang and the others, Chu Si is also sure that this is definitely not within the contact range of the training camp or even the military.
"It's like a variation of the spider code." Tang touched the back of his head, made a serious judgment, and added, "Okay, I guessed it."
However, these garbled combinations did not stay on the screen for long, and were refreshed almost immediately after the end.
After about a dozen flashes, those garbled combinations all turned into normal readable words:
Signal source captured successfully
Signal Source Properties: Double Layer
First floor signal source: 86206-018
Layer 2 signal source: 50001
Processing method: clear or lock
As soon as the attribute was a double-layer signal source, Chu Si understood it. The so-called double-layer attribute means that a signal source has another layer of fake skin and goes out to swindle. The first layer of the signal source is the body, and the second layer is the skin.
"I just took a look at the trace of the signal source. It's pretty cool. Every time I go, I have to go around this old Barneysburg to spray paint, disguise myself as 50001, and leave as soon as I touch it, without stopping at all." Sae Young explained roughly, "Take this place as a switching place."
"86206-018," Chu Si looked at with his arms crossed for a while, and muttered, "something familiar."
But this is by no means a good sign. There are not many signal sources that Chu Si is familiar with. He deals with the military and the government all day long, or deals with space prisons or various other separatist forces.
A layer of source is any of the inside, the fun will be a bit big.
Chu Si glanced at Sae Yang, and seeing that he hadn't moved, he simply reached over him and tapped a few keys.
The whole system freezes for a moment, and a line of prompt pops up on the center screen: "Loading the 36th edition of the planet city map."
Sae lowered his eyelids, his eyes swept past Chu Si's hand, "Sir's hand is very long."
Chu Si was too lazy to pay attention to him, he didn't say much, just let go of both hands and supported lazily on the edge of the console, casually Chu Si crossed the border and controlled the system under his nose.
A version of the complex city miniature bird's-eye view map was loaded. After Chu Si hit a few keys, he directly pressed one of the keys without letting go, and then raised his chin at Sae Yang, "Excuse me, lift yours. Finger, touch the launch area."
"Does it count as meritorious service?" Sae tilted his head and asked.
Chu Si: "Get out of the way without touching you."
Occupy the most critical position of the console but don't do it. He has to grind and chirp, and he doesn't know what he is planning.
"Then I'll choose to make a contribution." Sae Yang replied casually, his fingers already touching the start area.
A prompt popped up again on the screen: searching for a signal source on the first floor 86206-018
"This system is dumb? Why won't the prompt speak." Le Pen muttered.
Tang whispered back from the side; "You forgot? This system was just... um, who has gone crazy, the electronic sounds are all over the wall, and it is in the automatic mute adjustment of disorderly adjustment. ."
In the past, such a search would take at most a few seconds, but this time, I don’t know if Fort Barney was really banned for too long or for some other reason. After a full minute passed, the screen finally refined the map layer by layer. , circled a corner in a block.
There is a small prompt box next to it, marking the searched trace time: 5633 years.
"Nice job, found the earliest traces of the signal source. The year 5633, about now..." Sae Young said, and moved his left hand to count, "There must be a hundred and eighty Come on, come on, maybe you can catch the other side right."
Chus: "..."
He stared at the block, and with a blank face, he threw a sentence at Sae beside him: "You shut up."
Sae Young laughed.
5633, the year that this signal source left traces in this neighborhood, was really eighty years away from the year the planet exploded, even 20 years older than Chu Si's age. Sae Young's words can be described as damaging, but so what, as long as he can find a little trace, he is not afraid that he will not be able to find that person in the end.
Chu Si manipulated the system to continuously zoom in on the circled block until he could clearly see a small label in the upper right corner of the area—
No. 7 Wutong Street, District A, Xixicheng
Chu Si's eyebrows jumped instantly: "Orphanage?"
If it was another address, Chu Si would have to search again, but he would never forget this place.
An orphanage was established in Xixicheng City, where Chu Si stayed for 8 years after he was born.
8 years, in a life span of more than 200 years, is actually a short moment. But for those who have lived there, it will probably be the longest and most difficult time in their lives.
Chu Si's gloomy, xenophobic, impatient, taciturn and other negative problems in his youth were all buds born in that orphanage.
The orphanage bears the name of "City Li", which is as complicated as the regulatory government of Xixi City, and the lines of interest are intertwined. There are a lot of rumors about it in Xixi City alone. It is said that it was actually built with the support of a private consortium, under the guise of an orphanage, it is actually doing other gray activities. It is also said that it is the product of mutual compromise between the government and the dark side of Xixi City, and it is said that the military department is mixed here.
In short, the complex and not bright background led to the same environment in the orphanage, which was complex and not bright.
It's like a scaled-down version of Xixi City, the Eye of Hell, full of chaos and conflict, even if most of the people inside are children.
Anyone who comes out of it will stack all the dark descriptions when describing it, and will not use even a single positive word, not even a neutral word,
In Chu Si's memory, perhaps because the environment was too oppressive, most of the children there had severe headaches. The doctor stationed said that it was not physiological, but caused by the accumulation of too many extreme psychological emotions. Anxiety, insomnia, mania, etc...
In the room he used to live in, there was a child who was a year older than him. He was scrawny. When he had a headache, he would curl up and slam his head against the metal guardrail at the head of the bed.
Ever since he could remember, he had listened to that "bang bang" every day for two and a half years until the other party died.
The word "die" is all too common for people there, because every day children die, because of fights, because of punishment, because of illness...
Some people try to leave, but because of their young age or other reasons, no matter where they go, they can always be brought back. The orphanage seemed to have given birth to countless pairs of eyes, and knew every child's movements like the back of the hand.
The first time Chu Si met his adoptive father, Jiang Qi, was in the west of the orphanage's Xiaobailou.
The design of that building is a bit special. Unlike other smooth walls, there is a slender metal column on the center line of the west wall of the Xiaobai Building. If you sneak up on the roof of the Xiaobai Building, and then slide along the metal column to the sixth floor, you can use a foot-wide horizontal board there to carefully transfer to the building platform next door.
In the eyes of seven or eight-year-old children, this is already a very complicated and high-end way of escape.
Chu Si climbed to the rooftop late in the middle of the winter that year. In winter, the nurses fell asleep early and slept soundly. It was a very coincidental timing when they had time to drill.
However, when he slid down from the upstairs and got on the slender horizontal board, he found that a thin layer of ice was frozen on the horizontal board.
Although he was extremely careful with every step, he eventually slipped off the cross-board. Thanks to his timely response, he hooked the cross-board with both hands, barely hanging himself.
For an eight-year-old child, it was difficult and hopeless.
His fingers were hooked on the cold metal horizontal plate, which was bone-chilling and slippery.
He just hooked for a long time between the two buildings at the height of six floors. Turning back is a quagmire, letting go is death.
Jiang Qi came to that alley at that time. At that time, he was just over middle-aged, and he was still wearing the shirt and trousers of the military department, but he was covered with a dark coat. The sensor lights in the alley had just been destroyed by a group of people who had gathered to make trouble, and only a row of yellowish lights remained at the top of the courtyard wall, which gave Jiang Qi a gentle edge.
At that time, Chu Si had already slipped off one hand, and the ice slag he brought down happened to fall on Jiang Qi, which made him notice that there was still a child hanging on it.
Jiang Qi seemed to be taken aback at the time, or maybe the reaction was not that big, Chu Si can't remember clearly.
I just remember that Jiang Qi raised his head, clapped his hands, and then spread his forearms at him, saying: "How did you get to such a place? Come down first, don't worry, I will continue, and I won't die."
Chu Si never said a word in the eight years in the orphanage, and naturally he would not answer Jiang Qi. He even didn't want to let go because of his rejection of all strangers. But the slippery cross-board couldn't help him.
Just when he gritted his teeth and tried to hesitate for a while, Jiang Qi added another sentence: "Oh, by the way, don't kick your legs when you come down, so as not to step on my face."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Si slipped his hand and fell from the height of the sixth floor with his legs.