There are two flat glass doors at the door of the computer room, and when we get to the door, the glass doors automatically slide open to both sides.

"Maybe I'm not eloquent enough, but the picture is really weird. You should know the most famous "Imperial Family Notebook" in Japan, right? It remembers the explanation of Kusanagi Kan when he left the painting that day, and there are three sentences in total. In the first sentence, the person in the painting is my savior; In the second sentence, the painting at the end of my life spontaneously combusted; The third sentence is that you should never let the dragon fly in the sky. The fat man continued to explain.

I'm not good at acting out "horrified, stunned" expressions, and even when I hear the exact words in the "Imperial Notebook", my face still doesn't change.

That booklet has been rated by the Guinness Book of Records as "the world's longest diary" and "the world's 24-hour uninterrupted manual record book", and has so far recorded 2,200 volumes, leaving China's "Historical Records" and "Zizhi Tongjian" far behind.

The booklet is recorded by the "pen guards" in each generation of the royal family, whose identity must be the royal princess, and the one with the highest IQ and EQ selected by the wise men of the country from among the princesses of the royal family.

In the same way as the "Historical Records", the work of the writer is also to pursue the principles of absolute justice, fairness, truthfulness, and truthfulness. From that booklet, historians can read countless royal secrets and human events in the course of world development, which belongs to an uninterrupted historical reference book.

As long as it is included in the booklet, its authenticity is more than ninety percent.

"The lifesaver chosen by Kusanagi is a dragon, and the dragon is the totem of the Chinese nation, which can refer to many people, things, and things, not just people with the surname Long." I responded indifferently.

When the fat man said that, his thoughts in his heart were like Sima Zhao's heart - everyone knew it.

He treats me as the strange person suggested in Kusanagi's paintings, and I don't admit it easily, artificially elevating myself to a strange height, wearing all sorts of halos that don't belong to me.

"We can give it a try, and it won't be troublesome or dangerous, will it?" The fat man asked.

I shook my head and vetoed: "Save Teacher Yan first, let him and Ding Xiaoxiao leave." The rest will be delayed. ”

Instead of wasting precious time talking about some "unwarranted" problems, it is better to focus on the present and solve practical difficulties.

The fat man sighed, "You—alas, you don't know how important this is...... Just like the emperor of ancient China, when the emperor was ordained, only by finding this dragon and finding the emperor's successor can Japan's national fortunes flourish and truly shine on the world. ”

"Establishing a successor", that is, "canonizing the prince of the East Palace", is indeed extremely important to ancient Chinese emperors. When the prince is established, the courtiers and the people see hope for the future; The crown prince did not stand, and he was in the harem and the former dynasty, and everyone was in danger, which plunged the country into turmoil.

The most typical example in history is the past when the descendants of the Zhu family of the Ming Dynasty killed each other for the crown prince and the throne, and the blood stained the north and south of the capital.

The "prince" has become history, and in today's China, the Ming monarch was born, and the mountains and rivers are glorious, so there is no need to discuss this issue at all. Moreover, I am Chinese and have nothing to do with the Japanese imperial family, and the future of the imperial family is not something I can decide.

What the fat man said was just a joke.

"I'm willing to go with you to see that painting, but everything will have to wait until the Dunhuang turmoil subsides, and no one covets the treasures of the Mogao Grottoes. Shhhhh

I have self-knowledge, I will not listen, believe, speak, move, do not waste things with people's words, nor do I use people's words to make things happen, become a wall grass at the mercy of others, and lose my most important life principle.

"Alright, alright, alright." The fat man whispered helplessly.

As soon as I entered the computer room, I felt that the air suddenly increased by more than five degrees Celsius, which was caused by the large amount of heat emitted by the supercomputer team when it was working.

In the current form of science and technology, the heat dissipation methods of the computer group are divided into three types: air cooling, water cooling, and liquid nitrogen cooling. With the increase of the geometric progression of computing power, the heat generated by the core chip of the computer is also terrifyingly increased, and liquid nitrogen coolers have to be used.

The most significant change brought about by the improvement of chiller efficiency is the generational development of computing power in computer sets, which has delighted the elite in the scientific and technological world.

I smelled different heat sources in the air, including electricity heating, computer heating, air conditioning heating, lighting heating, etc., and the most important, terrifying, and subtle thing was that I smelled the hot smell produced by human breathing—not caused by Mr. Yan's breathing alone, but by at least 200 people exhaling at the same time.

There is no doubt that there is not only a supercomputer group composed of more than 100 computers in the computer room on the fifth basement floor, but also more than 200 living people.

This is a terrifying thing, because I know that these 200 people are definitely ninjas of the Heart Moon Sect, and all of them are outside of the Yellow Flower Society's intelligence statistics.

In this way, Huanghua will be defeated, and it will be a complete defeat.

I didn't stop and nervously looked into the huge machine room.

On the left side of the computer room is the office area, with eight groups of white workstations, on which are placed eight Panasonic all-round rugged laptops, next to each of which are notebooks, pen holders and other office supplies. On the right, sixteen rows of cabinets with flashing red, yellow and green indicators show that a large amount of data is coming from the intricate black cables on the roof, which are calculated and then transmitted by specific lines.

I didn't find any office staff, crew maintenance engineers, and what's even more strange was that I didn't see the shadow of Mr. Yan.

"Where are the people?" I turned my head to the fat man.

This sentence has two meanings, one refers to Teacher Yan, and it refers to the two hundred hidden ninjas.

"What?" The fat man smiled slyly.

"Where are the people?" I repeated.

As a ninja, the fat man is not as straightforward as Gu Qingcheng, but like squeezing toothpaste, if he doesn't ask, he will never finish the answer at one time.

"Teacher Yan has been captured." The fat man covered his mouth with his left hand, and pointed to the depths of the cabinet in front of him with his right hand, "Although he is older, he is really frizzy in his work, only looking at appearances, and not thinking deeply about various details." I've been thinking that it would be nice if all the characters in the Yellow Flower Club were like this, and the six major troops of 'Restoration of the Country's Rain and Late Urgency' would all have developed limbs and simple minds......"

It can be seen that although the fat man's expression is mocking and ridiculing, he only mentions "the rain of the restoration of the country, the late urgency", but he did not dare to mention other masters of the Yellow Flower Society, such as the general and so on.

It was clear to me from his words that the Heartless Sect had no chance of winning this battle.

The Xinyue Wuxiang faction and the Huanghua Club are the two major factions on the rivers and lakes that can almost be called Mount Tai Beidou, just like the Shaolin Temple and Wudang Mountain in the martial arts back then, which is higher and which is lower, and there is no absolute conclusion.

War is not a game of "two wins in three games" like "Tian Ji Horse Race", if you want to win, you must win all, otherwise you will lose everything.

The fat man is not afraid of Teacher Yan and Ding Xiaoxiao, but he may not be afraid of the general who commands remotely. What's more, above the generals, there are several layers and dozens of top masters, not to mention the huge support of the Pentagon, Area 51, the Marine Corps, and even the United States of America.

The great powers are furious, and even the island of Japan can be hit by a disintegrating nuclear weapon in an instant, let alone the heartless faction on the island country?

can see and think of this, the fat man's vision and ability are really superb.

After seeing and thinking about it, what kind of response can he make, this is what I am most concerned about at the moment.

"Don't hurt him, give me face, let it go." I say.

"Of course it's fine, but he has to tell me something." The smile on the fat man's face deepened.

I can't help but shudder down my back, because that's the principle of war. None of the parties will release a prisoner of war at will, and the prisoner will only be released after the corresponding benefits have been obtained. This benefit, maybe money, maybe intelligence. For spies, the latter, of course.

"Okay, I'll talk to him." I say.

"I wish you all the best of luck." The fat man pointed to the right and led the way.

In the eyes of the painters, Mr. Yan is a good person, and no one has ever doubted his identity. Unfortunately, a good person does not necessarily make a good spy here, or even a qualified spy. Everything stems from the confusion of Teacher Yan and Ding Xiaoxiao.

When the heart is in turmoil, it is natural to be in a hurry to move forward and retreat, resulting in a loss of all the plates.

All I can do to help them is with good words, but I can't force a spy to divulge the secrets of the organization.

Walking through the cabinets, I felt more and more the presence of the ninjas.

In fact, it has been more or less mentioned in many Jianghu treasure books that when Chinese martial arts masters play against Japanese ninjas, they no longer "see" with their eyes, but feel the existence of the enemy with their hearts.

In Japanese ninjutsu, seventy percent illusion and three percent killing.

If you rely too much on your eyes to see, you will be 100% fascinated by the phantom, but the real killer move of the ninja is silently delivered from the opposite direction of the phantom, how can there be no reason for immortality.

According to the local chronicles of Jinmen, Huo Yuanjia, a generation of heroes, defeated the challenges of the seven masters of Japanese ninjutsu with the creative tactics of "black scarf blindfolded and listening to the wind", and paved a way for future generations.

If I were Mr. Yan, I would stop as soon as I arrived at the door of the computer room, and I would never stray into the enemy line.

After turning the eight rows of cabinets, the fat man stopped.

I finally saw Teacher Yan, but his situation was so strange that I gasped.

He was not thrown to the ground with his hands and feet tied like a normal captive, nor was he tied to a pillar or a cabinet, but was confined to an ordinary computer cabinet.

I don't know what method the ninja used to stuff a large living person into it, after all, the cabinet is only two and a half meters high, one meter wide, and half a meter deep, and it contains the host, circuit board, hard disk rack, power box, cooling fan, cooler and so on more than a dozen square and hard electronic products, and the remaining space can accommodate two arms and two legs at most.

Now, Mr. Yan's head is stuck in the upper left corner of the cabinet, his neck to his waist is tucked into the lower left corner of the cabinet, his waist to his knees are at the bottom of the cabinet, and his two arms are twisted 90 degrees, tucked into the middle of the hard disk rack and the power box, and there is very little room for his chest to rise and fall when breathing, let alone move and relax.

"Great, at least he's alive." I said with a wry smile.

"yes, at least for now, but I'm not sure he'll be able to stay that way when he leaves base. Mr. Long, everything depends on his cooperative attitude. You should be able to agree with that, right? The fat man asked.

I nodded: "Basically agree, put him down first." ”