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"What is the mission of a scientist? Explore the unknown and let people know more about the world! ”

Before the meal arrived, the night had already fallen, and Xia Ming drove back to the research institute and began to lay out.

Before returning to the institute, he spent a little time refining a draft of Professor Xu and drawing up a detailed and feasible plan. The plan was poured back into the confidential USB flash drive, re-encrypted, and the time fingerprint was also modified to make it look like Professor Xu's work.

He brought back all the materials he had brought home and put them back in Professor Xu's safe. However, he destroyed all the information related to the quantum computing shell and peripheral server architecture, which are the basis of the Quantum Neural Brain-Computer Interface (QNI), the Quantum Neural Network (QNN), and the Clover, and cannot be leaked, they are all in his head anyway.

It's just an idle move, and it's uncertain whether it can be used, but that's the next thing.

What he has to do is very simple, depict Xing Tianmin's "online life", and he is ready to catch all the information that Xing Tianmin has left on the Internet in the past ten years.

This is the scientist's method: observe and analyze, use all the network information in the past ten years, spell out Xing Tianmin's ten years of life, and then see what loopholes and opportunities there are.

It's easy to say, scary to do, even crazy. Searching for and sorting out a person's ten-year "online life", up to now, no one dares to think, who dares to do, and who can do it. After all, it's not a simple search, and information isn't within reach.

Xia Ming not only had to overcome many levels, but also had to step into many dark and deep information islands. Internet data is physically stored on a "data lifecycle" basis, with data placed on different servers for different time periods, and possibly even tape libraries. The vast majority of Internet services have adopted a time period weight system for data, such as telephone records five years ago, which can only be found through the general interface.

What's even more striking is the amount of information, how much information does a person leave on the Internet in ten years?

In terms of the amount of files, a person just lives a "simple Internet life" such as sending meager letters, sending and receiving text messages, browsing the web, making and answering phone calls every day, and there will be hundreds of files, plus work, games, food orders, taxis, shopping, travel and other activities, two or three hundred files are not a problem, and there will be as many as one million files in ten years.

If you calculate the capacity, the file is as small as a few bytes, and the large one is hundreds of megabytes or even on G, and after ten years, the average is only one megabyte per day, and there will be more than three gigabytes. The 4G network has been popularized for four or five years, and a mobile phone selfie is three or four trillion in size.

Of course, not all information will remain on the Internet, but the traces cannot be erased.

"Lao Hong, please leave it tonight."

Before Xia Ming entered the laboratory, he told Lao Hong again.

Lao Hong's expression was as serious as the soldiers on the battlefield: "With me, whoever wants to break into the door has to step on my corpse...... The body passes! ”

Thirty years ago...... Lao Hong is probably a soldier who has beaten monkeys.

Xia Ming was relieved, entered the laboratory, locked the door, and lined up the five Qianyan MINIs. In the afternoon, he made all the remaining artificial synapses into Qianyan MINI, and formatted it, Qianyan I can't be used, he can only rely on this.

However, he still activated the Thousand Faces I, which was used as a cover-up, and as he expected, R3AI reported: "The extension system is broken".

In a slight tremor, Xia Ming started Qianyan MINI one by one, transferred the intelligent crawler and the sorted out hacker software library to the past, and the four Qianyan MINI went online to run autonomously. Then close your eyes and concentrate, operate the remaining Qianyan MINI with full consciousness, connect the other four from this, sort out and compare the information found by the intelligent crawler, and pay attention to the insurmountable obstacles they encounter.

If Tang Xiaotang came back earlier and built Qianyan II, in that case, his computing power would be comparable to that of the top ten supercomputers, searching millions of files, cracking hundreds of passwords, hacking thousands of servers, and it would be done in two or three hours.

Now, Xia Ming estimates that even if he adds these five Qianyan MINI, the computing power is just a supercomputer close to that of Alpha Dog, but it is better than QNI's quadruple architecture analysis ability, and above QNI, there is also a brain of the "original architecture" as an accelerator.

Intelligent crawlers infiltrated the Internet like a plague, and massive amounts of information flowed in from the gigabit fiber optic network of the research institute. The four Qianyan MINI are like four shields, impacted by the turbulent tide. Xia Ming's brain supported the four shields, emitting the fire of wisdom, evaporating streams of seawater, leaving crystal salt grains behind.

Occasionally, a reef would be smashed on the shield, and Xia Ming also used his strength to smash the reef, and the rapid and full operation made his brain heat up quickly. When he felt this, he distracted a trace of attention, and activated the electric fan that had been placed long ago through Qianyan MINI, and directly cooled it down......

Time passed minute by minute, and at the residence a few kilometers away, Xiao Huan felt something and looked in a certain direction. In her special vision, a bright white light in the distance was stretching and breathing, getting brighter and brighter.

Her consciousness space, that is, in that small room, was always warm, but now it was getting colder and colder, and it seemed that Xia Ming was getting farther and farther away from her.

This has nothing to do with physical distance, she has already summed up the law, although Xia Ming limited the "telepathy" of the two of them to Shen Chat, but there is still an inexplicable vague connection between the consciousness of the two.

When Xia Ming's attention was on her, her room would become warmer, occasionally for a short time, and a bit like midsummer, so hot that people were slightly dizzy. At that time, either they were in an embarrassing state, or they accidentally exposed too much spring light. And when Xia Ming was working, the room was cool or even cold.

She was also a little uncomfortable with this kind of association, so when Xia Ming told her about Stockholm syndrome, she didn't refute it, she didn't want her feelings to be based on this.

But after listening to Xia Ming's words, she didn't have anything to resist.

Now it feels more than cold, and the vague connections have become thin, which makes her a little scared. The sight in her eyes also made her realize what Xia Ming was doing with all her might.

She couldn't help but think of the scene when she first saw Xia Ming, who was standing on the side of the street, as if he was outside this world. But his eyes were bloodshot and terrifyingly bright, and they looked like they were bubbling with blood. Thin streaks of blood were flowing down her eyes, ears, and nostrils, and she was not surprised if Xia Ming died in the next second.

Is he fighting for his life like last time? Will he die? What will he do if he dies? No, what if it's not your own eyes, it's your own heart?

Xiao Huan felt bad, she stood up and walked around the living room in a circle, and then she decided to do something.

"Wouldn't it be nice if you told him to take a step back? No matter what business you do these days, you will always encounter such a thing, let out some parts, and everyone will make money together, why be so alone? Enemy, what enemy? Have you been brainwashed by him? Isn't opening a company just about making money, what are the ideals to talk about? If you are a scientist, don't start a company! ”

She called her brother and begged him for help, but he impatiently refused.

Since she was a child, she admired her brother very much, and felt that in the spiritual world, although her brother's height was lower than that of her father, he still stood on the top of the mountain, and she only had to look up.

But this time, she found that her brother did not understand these things, and she felt that her height had surpassed his.

She said coldly: "I don't want to go home, don't come to pick me up tomorrow." ”

Looking for parents? At noon, her mother had already talked to her, and she didn't want to bother her parents anymore.

"I can't do anything, but I have to be with him!"

Xiao Huan thought so, put on his forehead band, and ran towards the research institute. She has a sports background, she was stopped by Lao Hong at the entrance of the research institute, and recovered after gasping for breath for a while.

Lao Hong said with some complicated feelings: "Xiao Huan, you can't disturb him, just wait outside." ”

This good girl, who coaxed him with Xia Ming at the beginning, seems to be Xiaotang's...... Rival? But these things, after all, are young people's affairs, and he can't control them.

"Okay", Xiao Huan responded obediently, although the room was still cold, but the connection was no longer shaky, which made her feel much better.

The Mediterranean Sea is vast expanse, and the long-haired girl sitting against the porthole of the plane has no mood to look at the scenery. Slender willow eyebrows, frowning tightly, eyes kept on the end of the east.

"The traffic in this world is so primitive, it takes 12 hours, 12 hours to get from London to Yan! That's enough for that little thief to do a lot of bad things! I hope it's still too late, it's going to be too late......"

Tang Xiaotang muttered in a low voice, although Xia Ming gave a guarantee in the video, how could she rest assured. What's more, the wind and rain of the institute have to be her standing in front.

In Manhattan, New York, Yang Shengtang, who was in a meeting, picked up his mobile phone, and then jumped up: "What!?" ”

Out of the conference room, Yang Shengtang gritted his teeth and whispered, "That's how you stared at people?" Call me only when you get on the plane! Dumped by her? You...... Never mind! ”

He hung up the phone in a dejected manner, paced for a while, dialed a certain number, said something in a cold tone, and then made another call, this time as soft as a spring breeze from his face to his tone.

In the early morning, the iron door of the laboratory creaked open, and Xiao Huan, whose head was being in his head, woke up suddenly.

Xia Ming, who walked out of the door, was not much different from the first time Xiao Huan saw it, his eyes were bloodshot and terrifyingly bright. There were also faint traces of blood on the face and near the nostrils, which must have been rubbed.

Xiao Huan rushed over and hugged Xia Ming, and tears fell on the spot.

Xia Ming handed Xiao Huan a bunch of USB flash drives, and didn't say anything, Xiao Huan paused, took it solemnly, and nodded seriously.

Lao Hong, who had just finished rubbing his eyes, saw this scene and muttered in his heart, what are these two people playing mime?

Xia Ming said to Lao Hong: "If Wang Hao is born, he can do whatever he says, and then tell him that the key to Professor Xu's safe is in the drawer." ”

Lao Hong sighed: "I know, you also tried your best, go and rest." ”

Xia Ming shook his head: "It's not time to rest, I have to report the case." ”

"Report the crime?" Lao Hong and Xiao Huan were surprised.

Xia Ming said: "I'm a secondary two, I'm just willful, I don't want to be at the mercy of others, so I chose to report the case." ”

At the Public Security Bureau of the High-tech Zone, a young man with a haggard face who looked like he had stayed up for several days and nights appeared at the service center.

The receptionist politely asked, "Is there anything you need help with?" ”

Xia Ming was about to speak, when his mobile phone rang, it was Fang Wending.

Fang Wending still said in the same tone as yesterday: "Xiao Xia, didn't you sleep, okay?" Have breakfast together and get things done? ”

Xia Ming smiled and said, "I'm in the district bureau......"

Without waiting for Fang Wending to speak, he hung up the phone and said to the receptionist: "I am a researcher at the Institute of Artificial Intelligence of Yanda University, Xia Ming, the chairman of Cicada Technology, and lawyers Xie Xingchun and Fang Wending blackmailed me, and I am here to report the case." ”

The receptionist sighed and handed over the form officially: "Fill out a report fact sheet." ”

Xia Ming didn't answer, just stood there, smiling slightly.

The receptionist waited patiently for about half a minute, and finally couldn't help but change his face. Just as he was about to educate this guy who had nothing to do, hurried footsteps sounded, and several people rushed over and surrounded Xia Ming.

The police officer who seemed to be the leader tore through the form, crumpled it into a paper ball, and then said to Xia Ming: "Yan Da has reported the case, accusing you of stealing technical secrets for personal gain, please cooperate with us in an investigation!" ”

Xia Ming's mobile phone kept ringing, it was all Fang Wending, he refused to answer them all, and said to the police officer: "The report materials shouldn't have arrived yet, right?" Legally, this case does not yet exist. ”

The police officer suddenly had an expression of "how do you know", and Xia Ming smiled again: "It doesn't matter, while I was waiting for someone, I just took a nap." ”

Seeing Xia Ming being hugged and leaving, the receptionist patted his face, suspecting that he hadn't woken up yet, why didn't he understand what had just happened?