"What's going on?"

Following his breathless friend to another room in a hurry, Mullen saw the old man who had fallen to the ground unconscious, that is, the father of the shrine's owner. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info beside her, the priest was trying to do some unfamiliar first aid measures, and the shrine maiden was scrambling around, her feet scattered with all kinds of medicines.

"This friend has a heart problem, and just now he suddenly collapsed. Letting his breathing slower a bit, Patrick crouched down and instructed the priest in unskilled Japanese as he briefed Mullen on the situation, "Hurry up, I'll do CPR, you go and get the pacemaker control!"

"Control ......?" the priest shook his head in confusion as he pushed him away, "What's that?" I don't know......

"Alright Patrick, let me take a look!" Lifting the old man's clothes to reveal his chest, Mullen immediately pressed his ears to them. In his thirties, he visited pharmaceutical companies and learned some tips on how to distinguish between different types of pacemakers by sound. But it was clear that this technique was not going to help at all this time. Straightening up from his chest, Malen slapped his mouth fiercely, "Bastard, what kind of pacemaker, this old man directly changed a heart pump!"

“…… No wonder there is no heartbeat but there is still breathing, it turns out that there is no heartbeat in the first place...... So what the hell is going on?"

"Electricity? No, it shouldn't be. Given a possibility, Mullen himself denied it, "Isotope batteries are generally designed to last more than three centuries, and it is impossible for a problem to occur in such a short period of time...... In this way, there is a problem with the program in the chip that regulates blood circulation...... Mr. Priest, Miss Miko, please try to find the product manual, I need to know how to connect the data!"

Before he could finish speaking, the two people who were squatting beside him and waiting anxiously immediately ran out, leaving Malen alone to think slowly. It can be seen from the patient's current face that the programmed blood flow rate has been greatly unstable, so that whether it is high blood pressure leading to the collapse of blood vessels in various places or the lack of oxygen to the brain, it may be directly life-threatening. Damn, when you go back, you must agree with the medical reform plan proposed by the Relic Congressman, the heart pump is too dangerous, and the medical institutions in the EU must completely replace it with cloned hearts......

The two men who ran out soon returned. Hurriedly took the computer handed over by the other party, Malen pulled out the optical fiber data cable, and then took the product manual from the sweaty hand of the priest: "Let me see, if the data cable is directly connected...... No!?"

"No!?can't be!" Patrick was even more excited than him, and Patrick immediately snatched the manual, his eyes wide as if he wanted to eat the thin piece of paper, "The World Health Organization has banned the production and use of heart pumps that cannot be directly connected to the external wires......!

"It was passed in 2065, and it seems that the old gentleman had already received a heart pump transplant before that...... Damn! Damn! Damn!" Looking at the computer in his hand helplessly, Malen scolded several times in a row, "It's really TMD damn! The wireless connection is actually physically damaged! What kind of broken product is this! It must be made in China!"

“…… So what are we going to do now? Are we just going to watch him die?"

"What can I do...... Mr. Priest, Miss Shrine Maiden, has the water that originally risen receded?"

"No, it didn't go back at all because it rained all night last night. The answer was the green-haired shrine maiden who had just rummaged through the drawer. She seemed to have heard from the words of the two men that the medicine was completely useless, so before that she just held the medicine in her hand and watched anxiously, "Is it really bad enough to go to the hospital, Mr. Owen?"

"Of course, are we going to open his chest here and connect it to the heart pump...... Patrick!" Realizing this possibility, Mullen immediately raised his head and turned his hand to his friend for help, "You're a well-known explorer......, aren't you?

"A well-known explorer is not a well-known doctor!" Before he could finish listening to Mullen's words, Patrick immediately gave a negative speech, "Not to mention surgery here, even if you let me go to the operating table, you can't do it at all!"

"So what should I do......" Pulling his hair in annoyance, Mullen shook his head and said to himself, "There is no way to establish a data connection with the heart pump, we can't find out the problem and the solution together......"

The four people standing here were silent, and only the **** sound of the old man lying on the ground in pain spread in the air. After a while, the shrine maiden closed her eyes and sighed, and whispered, "If Kanako-sama and Suwako-sama were here......"

"Well, then," Patrick looked up suddenly, "just let me carry him to the nearest hospital......!

"Patrick, are you crazy!" Hearing his friend's words, Mullen looked at him with a stunned gaze, "You and I have seen the speed of that river, and you want to take a person forward in that current?

"But now I have to be a champion swimmer or he's going to die!" his voice raised an octave, and Patrick stubbornly insisted on his proposal, "absolutely no problem......! No problem!"

"How can there be no problem? If you can't complete the mission, you'll be two! Don't forget, Jonas was just born, and he hadn't even seen his grandfather look like him!"

"He can tell what I look like from the pictures, but if he doesn't, this gentleman will surely die!"

"Surely we will die...... Surely death......" Panicked trying to find words to convince the other party, Mullen's eyes wandered around. He saw that there was a dead despair in the priest's eyes, and the witch turned away, not wanting her expression to be seen, and the old man's face on the ground was gradually turning pale, and Patrick was excitedly waiting for his next words. There was no doubt that there had to be a way to do it, something more feasible than to let Patrick take risks......

Patrick saved your life, so now you can't send him to his death!Think about it, think about it, Maren Owen!What can you do?What can you do about the current state of affairs!?

A thought crossed my mind. Hurriedly grabbed it tightly and smoothed it as fast as he could, and a sudden expression appeared on Mullen's face: "That's right...... That's right! Patrick, don't take that risk...... I think I should try this one with a better chance of success!"

As he spoke, he tapped quickly on the keyboard. The equipment at hand is very rudimentary, and in fact the main body of the plan is quite immature, so rushing into battle may not really succeed......

But, Marlen Owen, you're a "contemporary von Neumann"! Show them, you can do it!

"Miss Priest, Miss Shrine Maiden, can you please cut off the nearby power supply immediately? Now I hope that the electromagnetic radiation in the vicinity can be as low as possible so as not to interfere with the next work!"

Nodding their heads almost at the same time, the priest and the shrine maiden ran out of the room, seemingly to find the shrine's main power switch. On the other side, Patrick, who understood what his friend was going to do, widened his eyes and looked at Malen in surprise: "Dear Marlen, you...... Are you going to use the results of that project......"

"It's not that project, it's R.H.T.P.D!RemoteHackingTechniquesunderPhysicalDisconnection!" his hand didn't take off the keyboard for a moment, and Mullen yelled, "Patrick, bring me a basin of water!

"But Mullen, that project is a confidential project of the Department of Defense! If you violate the confidentiality regulations......"

"What nonsense are you talking about now? Do I want to watch my friend of forty years put his life on the line for a stranger? Besides, the secret cannot save this old gentleman's life! I need a basin of cold water, be quick!"

Bastard...... The previous time I tapped the keyboard so quickly should have been when I was fighting against the members of the "ghost network...... Tsk, if the main body of the program is more complete, I don't need to do it at all......

Now, perhaps the only source of electromagnetic radiation in the vicinity, Mullen's personal computer is quietly reaching out of its invisible "tentacles" in an attempt to reach the malfunctioning heart pump chip hidden in the human body. On a computer screen, a programmatically drawn image of the chaotic mechanics of the nearby electromagnetic field is changing dramatically -- and the image is still largely inaccurate. The strange attractor on the image kept moving, and Mullen's eyes moved with it. This is the enemy he has been fighting with for five years. Now, perhaps, it's time to decide the winner......

"Marlen, you want cold water!"

Before I knew it, the three people who had already gone out had returned to this room. Hearing the sound of Patrick placing the basin next to him, Mullen immediately soaked his hands completely in it. In the summer, the river is mixed with some sediment and is a little warm by the sun, but it should be enough to dissipate heat and relieve fatigue. After about five seconds of soaking, he pulled his hand out, shook it vigorously, and began to continue his hard work again.

The program has not yet been fully written. It is necessary to cut and write new programming languages in a timely manner based on the feedback data. While paying attention to the changes in the image, you have to think about writing new programs, and all this is done by your own brain. Sure enough, it is extremely difficult to obtain the physical structure of the target through electromagnetic waves and use it to achieve intrusion work......

As the work progressed, Mullen's hand speed slowed down. It's not that his hand muscles are tired, it's that his brain can't keep up with the complicated calculations. No, it's more of an intuition than an operation, otherwise it would be nice to leave the work to a computer that is obviously more suitable. Mullen felt as if his head had been immersed in hot water, and perhaps an egg on it would be instantly ripe. This is just the initial attempt to establish a connection, and it will be more computationally intensive when it comes time to troubleshoot later......

If you can have a more suitable algorithm for the calculation of the chaotic effect of electromagnetic fields to help you process the data...... Damn! The old gentleman's face is getting paler and paler!

Sweat soaked his back and stuck his skin to his clothes. The shrine maiden seemed to want to pick up a fan and fan Mullen as she was working hard, but was interrupted by Patrick: Mullen could not be disturbed in the slightest bit in this kind of intense work. At this time, Mullen, as the protagonist, finds that his brain is getting more and more tired, and he is almost at the limit.

But not even the most basic connections have been established.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it...... Obviously, you are much more powerful than me......" Unable to wipe the sweat that kept falling from his chin to the tatami mats, Malen subconsciously complained to the "comrades-in-arms" in front of him, "Can't you help me process the data? Hurry up and evolve a set of algorithms yourself......"

…… Wait, algorithmic words...... I remember that I had read a book that the priest had shown me here, and I brought it because I was interested. The first half of the book is completely incomprehensible, but the second half can be expressed in a sense using symbolic logic, thus establishing a new branch of mathematics in a peculiar form...... At that time, I just flipped through it in a hurry......

It seems that the current processing of data by oneself ...... and the symbols and methods used in mathematics......

No matter what! Since you're going to fail anyway, let's give it a try!

Having made up his mind, Mullen immediately began to work on the new algorithm. I don't know if it should be said that thanks to the high-intensity work that stimulates the potential, the mathematical logic, which was originally so vague that it is impossible to translate into computer language, is expressed in Mullen's brain at a very fast speed. Soon, the processing of the chaotic images began to be handled by computers, and Malen's task was simply to modify the program according to the instructions. It didn't matter if the instructions were right or not, Mullen let the lines of code scroll so fast that it looked like the entire screen was snowing. The three people next to them, who couldn't do anything about the situation, could only watch there. Finally, a little unbearable, the priest muttered softly, "How's the situation?"

"Now that the connection has been established, we have to find out where the program is malfunctioning. I hope my judgment is correct, not the physical damage to the heart pump......" Finally able to wipe off the sweat with his free hands, Mullen replied. But then he noticed something that made him pout again, "Tsk! What are you kidding...... It can't be a glitch at all, it's ...... Recently, the virus program was manually implanted, and the damage to the wireless receiver was completed......"

As he said these words, many things came to Mullen's mind for a moment, but they were a little blurry due to the overuse of his brain in a short period of time: the extra program found in the brain access helmet when he entered here, the sudden appearance of a wireless network signal transmitted by satellite and disappeared shortly thereafter, the large amount of bandwidth taken up by unknown things, the Gensokyo data in the EU database that was deleted by his ID, and the threatening email that the computer received when the network was about to be disconnected......

The chip of the heart pump was not enough to withstand the virtuosity of the virus program, and Mullen quickly completed the elimination work. Seeing that everything was finally in order on the screen, he let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the tatami mat. The brain seemed to be trying to fall into a deep sleep for a moment, but before that, he had uttered the answer in a completely detached voice from all sorts of intelligence and intuition that never disappointed:

“…… It's not an accident, it's a ...... Murder ......"

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