New England, Massachusetts University, Library. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Willock descended from the ladder and placed it in front of Hunter with a large pile of dusty books.

"You really don't need an e-book browser, but you need to flip through them one by one?" Willock was skeptical that without the use of an electronically assisted browser, Hunter's actions would seem extremely stupid and laborious in the vast amount of historical material.

"Yes, thank you, no." Hunter still had his head down.

"Dude, I think if it goes on like this, even if you find out tomorrow, you won't be able to find out anything."

"Then turn to the day after tomorrow." Hunt "retorted" without raising his head. Willock crossed his arms and pressed against the half-meter-high book, looking at Hunt like a gnawing mouse. "Are you inspired by something, or is it stimulating?"

"You must never use a secondary browser anymore. We have been misled, and the reason why we have not been able to find out the truth all this time is because the so-called keyword search automatically blocks what we are really looking for. The true secret can only be found in the unalterable printed pencils. Hunt put down a parchment book of written records of diseases in Europe.

"What did you find?"

"Black Death." Hunter pored through the centuries-old books.

"Yes, we've known that for a long time. The Beak Mask originated as an ignorant prop during the Black Death. With all due respect to Hunter, maybe the birdmen love this thing for the same reason you and your wife play with whip choking, just for pleasure! Willock grumbled in frustration.

Hunter shook his head and patiently explained, "I've found the buddy. We've found so many of their mask patterns that are actually unique. The median absolute value of the curvature of the beak, the vertical inscribed angle after the extension line, and the angle function with the center of the eye must conform to the Fourier transform. In the past ten years, I have found that the bird's beak mask patterns left by them, although there are differences in painting style or structure, no matter how they change, they all conform to this formula. To be exact, it's not patterns, it's solid geometric mathematics. ”

"Hmm.... Sounds good, Dr. Birdbeak, have we identified a one-of-a-kind geometric formula? It's like a valuable clue that can be traced. Willock slowly found his way.

"During the Black Death in the Middle Ages, there were about 60 kinds of beak masks of various styles and shapes throughout Europe." On Hunter's mobile phone, a micro-projection of an extremely complex three-dimensional geometric anatomy with functional analysis, "and the mask that fits this formula actually only appears in one place." ”

"Beautiful! You must have figured out where this geometric pattern was born? ”

"The birthplace of the Renaissance -- Florence, an area ruled by the Duke of Medici. According to ancient books, a young doctor in his 20s designed and made this shape of the mask. The year was 1453 A.D. ”

"And this doctor, ..... he?"

"No names were left behind. Maybe it's someone from the Medici family, and in that case, the 'm' letter that appears on the mask can be explained. It is said that the Medici family also started as pharmacists. And that doctor, who later followed the pope of Europe, Heathcot IV; Finally died in the mercenary loggia in Florence. Died in an assassination attempt against the Medici family, year unknown. ”

"The Renaissance had just begun, and he had already mastered geometric mathematics ahead of his time? ......”

"It is no accident that we can design geometry that conforms to this formula; So, number one, he's a genius; second, he has the wisdom of a super-intelligent man; third, he is not a genius, but a super-Homo sapiens; Willock, I need a plane ticket to Italy. If you're lucky, the anonymous man's work is still in the Bargello Museum. As long as we can prove that geometric formula, then we have succeeded in studying their history to the Middle Ages for the forty-seven figures. ”

"The forty-seven-body man will definitely thank you." Willock laughed.

"They deserve to give me a medal, and who else can track super-Homo sapiens for more than ten years. They must owe me a commendation for my persistence. Hunter reluctantly boasted.

"If you had been able to study mathematics while you were studying here, it might not have taken you ten years to discover this geometric secret."

"Actually, it's not what I found, it's them. We're just bystanders who get caught up,....." Hunter sighed, recalling a week ago.

......

Rhode Island, in a damp sewer.

The poor man was tied to a chair and several fat rats roamed up his legs. The corpse had been gnawed in many places, and the stench was overwhelming.

"Who the hell is doing everything here?" Hunter cursed while covering his nose.

The city rat catcher found the body as he entered the sewer valve room. The body was tied to a chair and died for a long time. The chair rests on a pattern of about two planes, with a beak mask.

Due to the humid environment, the pattern has slight fades and traces of smearing.

"It's cruel, who left him here." Hunter put his hands in his pockets and surveyed the dimly lit scene.

"Who is this man?" Hunter asked his old friend, the FBI, agent for the New England area, Hill. It was he who called Hunter from his Maryland office. Because of the strange figure on the ground that looked like some kind of religious ritual.

His identity documents show that his name is Bloomberg, an employee of the RAND Corporation, who is responsible for the analysis clerk. Who would have thought that a week ago, he was still 4,000 kilometers away in California, leisurely drinking coffee and writing some mysterious things; And now, he's in the sewers of an East Coast city with rats. ”

"The RAND Corporation? Is that the think tank group that fools the president and the Pentagon, predicts the future all day long, plays tricks, and makes bets? ”

"yes, it's the brain camp."

"What are you doing by tying up an analyst from a think tank, is it possible that he has analyzed a mysterious power from the East and has been killed?"

Hill didn't want to answer him. All he knew was that if he saw a case related to this pattern, he should inform Hunter. He thought Hunter must be investigating a cult-related case.

"Ah, the forensic doctor came just now. He was surprised that the corpse actually had two hearts. ”

“..... What the? Two hearts? Hunter pressed the waves in his heart and confirmed it again. He was about to tremble, and this time it was no longer a biohacker who died in front of his eyes, but a super Homo sapiens! At least someone pulled one back!

"Yes, two hearts." Hill ripped off the film glove, "Is there anything else you'd like to survey?" Despite the commands. ”

Hunter shook his head, but as if he had thought of something, he stepped closer to the corpse.

"Paraffin? No, it smells of alkanes. Hunter was getting used to the smell and let go of his nose as he said.

"Uh, no, I'm not a biohacker, I can't smell it." Hill felt bad.

"Refractor!" Hunter stretched out his hand, and he understood.

"What?"

"You all go out, close the door, and give me another UV lamp!"

He called all the officers away. When the ultraviolet light filled the valve room, Hunt was surprised to see that the floor was filled with geometric mathematical analysis. The beak pattern is analyzed in its entirety with a function formula. It's just that all the annotations are written in chemical substances, and can only be seen under certain spectra. The beak pattern is no longer mysterious, it has been cracked. It was as if Hunt had seen a shattered glass bottle shattered. He felt as if he was in a huge vortex that had just calmed down. Two powerful forces have clashed here.

He walked around the sketch written by the mixed alkane, and it was a letter, "G".

we.

..............