“…… Mr. Owen, are you listening? Excuse me......"

"Oh. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Realizing that he was once immersed in his work and ignoring the sounds around him, Mullen came back to his senses and stretched widely, "Is there something wrong, Miss Shrine?

"Mr. Dirk is talking to my father. Moreover, even if he is very interested in the shrine, he will come to us when he wants to find something. With a gentle smile on her face, the shrine maiden standing beside her replied softly, "What about you, Mr. Owen, if you look unrefreshed when the sun just rises, maybe something bad will happen in one day?"

"Oh, the prophecy of the religious. Be sure to listen to this. Patting his cheek hard, Mullen also smiled back, "But because of work, I often stay up late, in fact, I'm almost used to it......"

Of course, this bad habit has to be changed. Bending down to put away the dishes and chopsticks that Mullen had used, the shrine maiden stopped Mullen's defense in time, and reached out to take the needleless syringe that the latter had just pulled out, "Oh, Mr. Owen. I can't give it back to you this time, so I'll keep it here for a while. ”

“…… I'm really sorry, I'm used to ......" Scratching his head embarrassedly, Mullen looked at the syringe in the other party's hand, "But you can rest assured, I will never use addictive things......"

"But no, okay, something might happen if you always use drugs. Somewhat cutely holding out her index finger and shaking it in front of Maren, the shrine maiden picked up her plate and went to the door of the room, bowing respectfully, "Well, please, keep busy." I won't bother. ”

"Walk slowly...... Wait, Miss Miko, did you just call me to say something?"

"It's just about cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks for you. You have to work hard, but don't get tired and go for a walk once in a while. Mr. Dirk has to go out for a walk every day. ”

"He's an explorer, I'm an engineer, and they're not the same......"

Seeing the door slowly closed, Mullen's voice gradually lowered. Turning his whole body in the direction of facing the computer, he picked up the green tea offered by the shrine maiden, looked at the work progress on the screen, and let out a soft exclamation: "The progress of the work is actually much faster than before...... Really, that's what happened. Because you are surrounded by nature, your mind and body are relaxed......

It's been a week since coming to this place. In this week, although he did not even go online, Mullen's own progress was greater than in the previous year. Until now, the only way to get through, the bridge not far from the shrine, was still flooded by rising floodwaters, but Mullen had never taken a paid vacation in years, so he saved up for two or three months, so he didn't have to worry about getting back to NX in a hurry...... Hawkers, it's a lie to say that I'm not worried, I can't receive any information here, and I really don't know if the "Orient Express" operation I planned was successful. Without themselves, can those people really deal with the Chinese Yankees......

There was a soft "bang", and the teacup was placed on the table. Suddenly stretched out his hand to stir up the white gas that came out, Mullen sighed softly again, and then looked out the window: "Patrick, that guy still refuses to give up......"

Gensokyo. Tsk, it's impossible. Although the surname of Dongfeng Valley is indeed matched, and there is no difference in appearance, clothing and identity, there is no one named Sanae in this family at all......

In order to satisfy Patrick's curiosity, the father of the priest, who was younger than him but already old and frail, took out the dusty family tree and searched for the name "Sanae" word by word, but still found nothing. Patrick's whole face was completely blue at that time, and after returning to his room, he locked himself up for the whole day, and then began his search of the shrine and the harassment of the elderly, and has been working hard to this day.

What is fake is something that is false, and it can never become true, let alone that meaningless fantasy. At this age, he can retain this unremitting romance, which is really in line with Patrick's character.

Then again, compared to this...... Things about Yumemi Okazaki......

Thinking of his heart knot, Malen suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart, and all kinds of emotions were surging in his chest. Yumemi Okazaki went to Gensokyo? must have been joking...... Alas......

Yumemi Okazaki...... Yumemi Okazaki...... Hehe, that's what I'm saying, it's been forty years, and I'm still suffering from that woman...... Oh, now, she must be in decline......

Even if he thought about it like this, he still found that he still couldn't imagine what Yumemi Okazaki looked like. Either way, the image that came to his mind was still that of a red dress, with a cross around his neck, red hair, and arguing fiercely with others, such as Willis Owen, the rather unkind-eyed fellow, radiating his own brilliance like the sun. That's right, Yumemi Okazaki at that time was indeed the sun, before those things happened.

Frankly, no matter what happened next, Mullen had to admit that if he hadn't learned about Yumemi Okazaki, he wouldn't have survived that childhood full of suffering, which could completely crush a child's already little self-esteem, even if it might have Patrick's help. As a child, he had already tasted despair many times. That is the situation in which an ignorant boy who is just seven or eight years old can have twenty-three suicidal thoughts in one day......

Mullen couldn't remember what it was about Yumemi Okazaki that resonated with her young self in the first place. Perhaps, as Patrick often joked at the time, "geniuses always have the same inexplicable qualities". By the time he came to his senses, he had already begun to regularly read Okazaki Yumemi's difficult and obscure articles that he couldn't understand at the time. Although the idol of this distinctive red-haired professor is Albert Einstein, her articles are full of Dirac style, without a single superfluous "nonsense", concise and capable, and at the same time quite unfriendly to beginners.

But this became the only pleasure of little Mullen. The only pleasure in those painful memories......

That's why it can't be easily forgiven. It must not be easily forgiven. Yumemi Okazaki...... Why, to side with the Chinese?

When he came back to his senses, Mullen found that his fists were clenched tightly. Stretching the palm of his hand, his palm was already slightly white from excessive exertion, and the marks of his nails were gradually dissipating. With another heavy sigh, he turned on his computer again, ready to continue his work.

"Hmm...... Hmmm? That's ...... What's going on?"

Suddenly, a small change on the screen caught his attention. Frowning, Mullen immediately saved the completed program, and then opened another program file: "...... signal of the wireless network, why did it suddenly appear again?"

And it's also a satellite signal. It seems to be a military communications network dedicated to Europe...... Ah, yes. According to the plan, today is the day of the implementation of the "Orient Express" plan, so the strengthening of the data link on the East Asian side through satellite orbit change may also be a temporary strategy. But it seems that the action is not going smoothly after making such a move......

In that case, find a way to help them.

With all the firewalls tuned to the optimum, Mullen didn't hesitate to connect them to the data link with his own authentication. Unfortunately, because unknown programs occupy a considerable part of the bandwidth (you don't have to think about it, it must be the junk data stream used by the Chinese to attack), it is completely impossible to support the attack of the European cyber forces with this small personal computer at hand. Shaking his head in disappointment, Mullen finally decided that he might as well go and browse the recent news.

Even after a week, the world hasn't changed much. The plague is still spreading rapidly in India, the World Health Organization has begun to call for a joint medical team to treat it, and the culprit, Aldi Fork Pharmaceuticals, whose name Patrick rejects, has begun to plead guilty and punish those involved. It is incredible that the situation in Belarus has eased somewhat because of this catastrophe, and that the top of the European Union has begun to try to reach out to the Russian side.

…… By the way, if that is the case, is it possible to find a way to use the database of the Cyber Operations Center to find out what is going on about Gensokyo? After all, it is impossible for Patrick to have access to the information that has been deliberately hidden......

Anyway, no matter what you do, you can't stop that stubborn old man.

As he thought, Mullen's fingers began to move quickly across the keyboard and select commands precisely. Obviously, the implementation of the "Orient Express" plan was not smooth, and there were already traces of Chinese browsing in several shallow places in the database, but this was originally part of the plan: to use the deliberately revealed loopholes to capture the exact location of the other party in order to facilitate further actions by special departments, and when the task was assigned, Admiral Green specifically instructed this. However, this time, the yellow-skinned monkeys clearly realized the seriousness of the attack and tested the database...... Well?

"Gensokyo...... Yes, there is information about it. And the classification is not a cultural or commercial brand, but a ...... Not confirmed?" exclaimed slightly, and Mullen moved his mouse over the icon. Obviously, this stuff may be able to reveal some surprising truths to yourself. But the facts quickly poured cold water on him: "...... How is it possible? It was all erased...... There's not a trace of it?"

It was clearly manually erased. If it's a physical bad block, then even the garbled characters will stay a little bit. Okay, anyway, there will be a registration of the touch records, let me see who dares to mess with the things in the Ministry of Defense database so boldly......

Thinking that he was about to face a particularly skilled hacker, Malen suddenly felt a sense of excitement spread through his chest. Opponents, opponents, they really need an opponent, and they can't be the opponents of the R.H.T.P.D project that puts too much pressure on themselves. Maybe this is a bit of an escape from work?

"Good, good. The traces are beautifully polished, but ......" Looking at the progress on the screen, the corners of Mullen's mouth curved a little, "It's a pity, you were caught by me in the end......"

With a "click", the enter key was knocked down cleanly. Just as we, the world's greatest electronics engineer, were about to get a glimpse of what was going on, the ID code that appeared on the screen shocked him again. He stared at the screen in front of him tremblingly, and kept muttering to himself:

"How is that possible...... The deletion of this information is ...... My ID?"

That's right. Mullen would never mistake that familiar ID. Absolutely, absolutely. But how is it possible for this ID to log in every day to perform such an operation without any impression of it? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Aware of this astonishing fact, Mullen felt a pang of trepidation. Somebody broke my firewall, and they used my ID to do illegal things? God, how many secrets have been exposed by NX, and how many secrets have been exposed by the European Union? That's a national secret!

Wait for Mullen. Calm down and take a few deep breaths. It's not that bad at all. Important secrets require absolute internet disconnection, so there is no means to remotely explore them except for the R.H.T.P.D. project at hand. This ID can only touch some extremely superficial things, such as this Gensokyo......

But someone deleted it and didn't want it to be known to the outside world. He is also a hacker who is even more skilled than himself. Perhaps, what secret is hidden in what Patrick is looking for...... that must be covered up by someone?

Thinking of this, Mullen suddenly shivered. At this moment, perhaps because the operation has entered a new stage and the satellite has changed orbit again, the icon that originally displayed "connected" has dimmed again. Sitting in place and thinking for a while, Maren felt a little thirsty, so he reached for the green tea that had already cooled. At this time, he suddenly found that just now, it seemed that someone had sent him an email through the data link with not a large amount of available bandwidth:

"I solemnly reminded you not to ignore our warnings. In order to get your real attention, we decided to take some small actions. Hopefully, after this incident, our image in your eyes will become a little more important, even in the bad light. Please listen to us carefully. R.I.T”

It's weird. Apparently the bandwidth of that data link has been squeezed to the point where it is almost completely gone, why can anyone send an email to him? Moreover, the content of this threatening letter is ...... There seems to be some impression on the payment......

"Maren, come here!" was trying to recall, when a panicked shout from a friend who was supposed to be talking to the old man at the shrine suddenly sounded outside the door, "That Japanese friend...... He's having a heart problem!"

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