His voice was full of enthusiasm and reluctance: "Goodbye, my friends! ”

Everything was so natural, everything was filled with tears in my eyes. It was indeed the last hug between friends, and then the eternal parting. The next time they meet again, Yin Bozhi, whose memory has been completely erased, will never make these moves to Yin Yi and Yin Wenhua again. His brain's memory functions will be used entirely for combat, as well as for killing.

Yin Wenhua was hugged very tightly, and he felt Yin Bozhi's fingers quickly swiping on his back. Although this position was within the monitoring range of the camera, it was firmly blocked by the body that was hugging, and Yin Bozhi's fingers did not move much, and no one could see the slightest clue from his stable and fixed shoulder.

When he let go of his hands, there was no enthusiasm in Yin Bozhi's eyes, only a cold was left. He took a deep breath, turned around without regret, and strode toward the door at the other end of the cell.

Outside, dozens of guards stood on either side of the hallway. They have one every twenty meters or so. When Yin Yi and Yin Wenhua walked in front of these people, they found that they hadn't even looked at themselves, as if they were inanimate sculptures.

All are powerful high-level infectants. The strength is at least comparable to Yin Zelong, who has died in battle, or even higher.

Walking into the elevator, Yin Yi and Yin Wenhua glanced at each other and were silent.

The ground and the underground are indeed two worlds. Although the first and second people in the base have some power in the underground base, they are only limited to more than three underground floors. At a deeper level, they have no right to enter, and they have no right to meddle.

The elevator soon came to the ground, Yin Yi walked quickly through the sensor door, walked straight to the window, pushed the window open, and the whole upper body leaned out directly, breathing in the air outside.

"It's the first time I've found out how wonderful it feels to be in the sun."

Yin Wenhua walked over, closed his eyes, took a long deep breath, then opened his eyes and said calmly, "Let's go!" Going to your office? Or go to my office? ”

Yin Yi thought for a moment and made a decision: "Let's go to you!" I have too many people coming and going there, and it's also a hassle. ”

Yin Wenhua stopped talking, turned around, and walked to the corridor leading to his office.

……

The office was empty, and when he pushed the door in, Yin Wenhua paid special attention to the marks he had made on the side of the door and the chair. It's a little secret like the shape of a strand of hair curving in the doorway, the accumulation of a little dust on the edge of the chair's legs, and the placement of objects such as file folders on the desk...... If someone approached this room, they would definitely step on that hair, and they would certainly not remain the same; The distance between the chair and the table is very close, and if you want to sit down, you have to pull the chair apart first; As for those things on the table, Yin Wenhua once warned the adjutant that it was strictly forbidden to turn it over, and if there was a change in various marks, he would not hesitate to order a thorough investigation.

People who can be generals are not simple.

The sound insulation effect in the room is very good, Yin Wenhua turned off the main control camera, took out an electronic sensor from the drawer, searched back and forth in the room, and confirmed that no corners were missed, and then nodded at Yin Yi.

Yin Yi took out the box of cigarettes that had been handed to Yin Bozhi and returned from his jacket pocket, and placed them on the table, followed by a lighter.

In the last few seconds of the three people hugging, Yin Bozhi's fingers quickly wrote a few words on Yin Wenhua's back———— cigarette case, lighter.

At that time, the touch was not so subtle, but Yin Wenhua's memory was very strong, and he firmly remembered every trajectory and direction of Yin Bozhi's fingers. After leaving the confinement room, he thought for a long time in the elevator, and finally pieced together the contents.

Yin Yi took out the cigarettes from the cigarette case one by one, tore open the wrapper, and shook everything on the desk. The same treatment is done for lighters, but the disassembly process takes a lot of time. Eventually, he found two chips from the scattered mess.

They are very small, only about two millimeters wide and one centimeter long, with a pale green base plate inlaid with gold stripes, which at first glance look like ordinary tobacco and can be easily ignored.

One was embedded in the perforation of the lighter's flap, and the other was found in the wrapping paper lining the cigarette case.

Yin Wenhua put the two chips on a piece of white file paper, got closer to take a closer look, and said in a low voice: "It's the commonly used 27-type chip." These two pieces can be combined to form one. It's no wonder that Yin Bozhi can bring this kind of thing into the confinement room, and the monitoring equipment will not induce failed electronic products, if it is a complete chip, it will be different. Maybe all three of us will die at that time. ”

There are surveillance devices throughout the underground core area of the base. It is a sensing instrument that can release the detection band and actively search for targets. No matter what type of electronic gadget, such as a mobile phone, will be the first to be discovered. And this kind of stuff is strictly forbidden to be brought into the core area without permission. Don't take chances, once you are found, the guards on duty will immediately shoot the target, and any verbal defense is useless.

It's the same with chips. Although it does not work on its own initiative and must rely on a computer or other device to function, it is also on the list of prohibited items.

After all, monitoring facilities are machines, not humans. There is a strict basis for their search criteria. They ignore garbage, especially contraband that cannot be repaired and has been confirmed to have no active effect.

For example, a case removed from a phone, or a display. As long as there is no battery attached, these things have no purpose in existing.

The same goes for a wafer that is split in half from the middle. Its storage function is destroyed, and even if it is put together, it is **, and it is impossible to operate normally.

This is indeed in line with the conventional understanding of "chip storage function". However, this concept is incomplete. Broken wafers still make sense. In particular, stored information that is engraved outside the fracture area can also be restored if it is processed by special technical means.

All afternoon, Yin Wenhua was busy.

He used an ingenious operation technique to put the chips together, and Yin Yi took advantage of this time to bring a portable computer from his office. He has several such computers, all of which are cobbled together with a variety of different accessories. It can't be networked, and the extremely simple operating system is also written by Yin Yi himself. Although it is very inconvenient to use, such a computer is "clean" and will not be detected by monitors in the core area of the base.

Yin Wenhua added a shell to the assembled wafer, which prevented the wafer from breaking again during operation. He turned on Yin Yi's computer and slipped the reprocessed chip inside.

The archive directory quickly appears on the screen. Most of them show "corrupted", with only a few options in the root directory of the archive, which remain intact.

Yin Wenhua skillfully clicked on one of them with a mouse, and a large piece of text immediately appeared on the screen that shocked him. As for the content...... Of course, it was what Yin Bozhi said to him when he was in the training cabin.

In addition to this, there is also a part of the secret of the core area of the underground base.

Yin Yi sat next to Yin Wenhua, and the two of them stared at the screen silently with fear, shock, surprise and various complicated feelings.

There are some things they already know. After all, at the level of the base commander, it is impossible to be ignorant of all the secrets. But what the comparator now sees in the archives is really just the tip of the iceberg.

If Liu Tianming or Sibo were present, they would have been surprised to find that some of these archives were the relics of Song Jiahao that the team had obtained from various cities all the way from Kunming.

To be exact, the archives in the relics.

"Archival Recorder: Identity could not be confirmed, we found a voice recorder from the body of the victim, and compiled it into text based on the scene records. No. MD2612, Archive Partition H91"

"August 22: The city of Atlanta has entered a terrible era like never before, and after a six-month period of illness after our defeat in World War III, the people are now completely impatient. Protests and sit-ins have had no effect, and the government has turned a blind eye to all calls from the people. Officials were given immunity agents capable of treating equatorial fever bacteria. These new drugs are said to come from China and are a completely new nanotechnology that can effectively kill equatorial fever bacteria. But what do we do? What do we get? Are the lives of presidents and officials more noble than ours? Why should we die? Will they survive? ”

"The protest rally finally escalated into a time of violence, and I saw all sorts of signs in the crowd marching. It's funny that there is still an opposition at such a time. I don't know what those guys think. Is it that good for licking the government's ass? They shouted slogans and began to push and shove each other with the protesters, shouting and scolding each other, from scolding each other to spitting bitterness and then throwing stones at each other in a matter of minutes. Half an hour later, the violence escalated again, turning into a violent confrontation. People are constantly being pulled out of the ranks of their own groups, beaten with sticks, brandishing everything they can find. I saw people at the back of the line handing mineral water bottles to the front. It wasn't meant to be drunk, because it was filled with a filthy yellow liquid, all of which was freshly poured urine. The human mind is so powerful that even ordinary objects can be transformed into weapons in a short period of time. ”