Half-ringing, Richard had a flash of inspiration in his mind, took out the soft keyboard in the portable repair kit and connected the tablet display in an attempt to create a pseudo-code to reopen a new user into the computer, but when the command was entered, the S.H.I.E.L.D. icon on the display only turned a little, and then returned to its original state, and at the same time, there was a row of red words below the icon:

Warn! I have entered the wrong password 1 time! If you make a mistake three times in a row, your computer will be locked!

Richard smiled bitterly, it seems that the encryption level of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s computer is no longer something that he, a half-pseudo-computer hacker, can hack. Personal expertise is not in this field, Richard can only reluctantly give up the idea of hacking into the S.H.I.E.L.D. system, every time at this time, he is particularly eager to have a computer genius by his side, but it is a pity that none of his friends are playing with computers, which makes Richard want to find someone to help, not to mention that now the node ** blocks all signals outside the Death Rift, just like a transparent glass cover separating the Death Rift from the Federation, even if there is such a candidate, he can't contact him at the moment.

With his head tilted back and his hands resting behind his head, he swayed in his chair as Richard's gaze scanned back and forth from his desk. A picture frame containing a family portrait with a box of pens and a stack of adhesive tape next to the frame, the owner of this desk still retains the habit of using post-it notes in today's age of advanced information, with two or three sticky notes swayed crookedly on the edge of the transparent display.

Tape? The seat behind Richard suddenly stopped shaking, and then he jumped up from the seat and picked up the stack of duct tape, staring intently at the white circle, the lone seat behind him still rocking back and forth.

Richard's frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and the young man laughed, and Richard couldn't help but sigh that he was so lucky!

Tearing off the surface covering film of the adhesive tape, Richard pasted the adhesive tape on the display screen one by one, pressed it vigorously, and then tore off the adhesive tape one by one, and copied it to the desktop in parallel, but this time the adhesive side was facing the surface.

Although the research team's office was as rigid as a lifeless office in any building in the Federation, Richard found a small cabinet with common chemicals in the cabinet, and found the iodine he needed.

The paper he gave when he first applied to the Ice & Fire Academy was titled "Technology After Chemistry: A Fingerprint Reproduction Scanner", and I remember the disdain in the eyes of the examiners across from him when he excitedly brought the fingerprint re-scanner he had spent six months designing and rebuilt to the interview.

Indeed, in this technologically advanced information age, the rapid development of not only information, but also all kinds of derivatives. For them, reproducing a fingerprint requires only an expensive fingerprint spray. But what Richard designed was a low-consumption product suitable for ordinary people, so ordinary that he did not even have the qualifications to issue it, and the concept was so simple that it could even be achieved with a piece of tape and a bottle of iodine.

And the mechatrograph only reduces some of the tedious procedural steps.

Finally found a bottle of alcohol lamp, Richard frowned and found a tripod ornament for decoration on the desk of the head of the scientific research group.

It can only be said that although the people in the scientific research group do not need them to do some operations in the office, the trend of the old industry still makes them intentionally or unintentionally leave a little experimental equipment, and it happens that at this moment it was borrowed by a thick-skinned teenager without any sense of stealing

On the burning alcohol lamp, the evaporated iodine gas is covered on the adhesive tape above, and when it condenses into a solid, the iodine wine is easily dissolved in the oil, so fingerprints of different shades of color gradually appear on the adhesive tape.

The tape was turned over again, and there were 4 darkest fingerprints on the tape exposed to the air, and the position of the fingerprint on the tape was panned back to the display, and only the numbers "1,4,5,9" were left in Richard's sight.

The rest is a simple permutation.

Tapping on the keyboard, Richard hesitated for a moment, and intuitively chose a permutation to enter into the tablet, leaving the only two typing opportunities for him to try them out one by one.

"Welcome, Professor Gmax!"

Lady Luck favored Richard again, waving her arms in the air excitedly, and the boy quickly lowered his head and continued to search and browse the documents.

Undeterred by the first glance, Richard changed his seat and continued the same steps, and to his surprise and surprise, the first three digits of everyone's passwords were the same, except for the last one, which made him no longer need to rely on luck to crack the login password.

Finally, after Richard had scanned the files of 10 people on 5 tables, he found an encrypted USB drive in the 11th person's drawer.

Using the same method to log in to the S.H.I.E.L.D. account of the person in this seat, Richard looked at the encrypted USB disk lying quietly next to the tablet but was a little helpless, and he couldn't get in!

In desperation, Richard had no choice but to put the USB drive into his inner bag, and for some reason he always felt that there must be some ulterior secrets hidden in this encrypted USB drive.

But isn't that nonsense? If there is no secret, who will encrypt a good USB disk? Richard secretly laughed at himself for overreacting with his sixth sense.

After retrieving the USB drive, Richard didn't immediately close the tablet, his fingers slid in mid-air and continued to look at the folders on the display, always expecting to find some more evidence.

With a slight swipe of his finger to the right, the screen in the display screen switches, and a lonely folder suddenly appears in the blank screen.

Richard's breathing, which had lazily revealed a trace of tiredness in his eyes, suddenly stopped, his heartbeat missed a beat in his left chest, and a hint of wonder could be seen in his wide eyes, and he looked at the folder with a shocked face.

I saw 9 words quietly written at the bottom of the folder:

Ice and Fire November Monthly Exam Results Richard At this moment, all the ideas that were originally relatively clear in his mind suddenly became a mess, thinking that he was almost close to the truth, he suddenly found that there was a bigger and darker dark cloud covering the dawn above his head.

Why does S.H.I.E.L.D. have a folder about the November monthly exam results of the Ice and Fire Academy in the computer in the Death Rift Research Branch?! ——

[I didn't break my promise! For the sake of character, I stayed up late and played this chapter! [In addition, I think the book friends who stepped on the chapter of "I Don't Forgive for a Life" are really cute! ] There is personality! I like it! You don't like it every day, so that I am easy to become self-satisfied and arrogant, and I don't have to see the opportunity to step on it twice! This shows that someone is reading, I think people who step on it are very cute~ Remember to step on it twice~]