Zhuang Yan accompanied Veneto to decompress in the test chamber attached to the Basic Physics Laboratory, which was conservatively estimated to be completed at night. Like a harsh father of cramming education, he raced against time to get Veneto to complete various psychological questionnaires. She was then ordered to memorize the principles of operation and the prohibitions of the fighter, and then answer the questions.

Veneto's good impression of Zhuang Yan disappeared all at once, and she longed for Zhuang Yan to have a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

At this time, Wei Mingxu used the authority to swipe open the door of the high-end dormitory area unimpeded, and then used the special permission to open Zhuang Yan's private access without a trace.

Wearing rubber gloves and changing into special operation boots, he walked into Zhuang Yan's dormitory and closed the door.

Then he walked into the bathroom, lifted the ceiling, buried the main signal transmission system in the corner of the most hidden ceiling, and then glanced at the porcelain-white bathroom, and found a burial location within ten seconds.

He pulled out a miniature electric drill the size of a pistol from his multi-purpose fanny pack, bit it in his mouth, opened the spare box with both hands, picked out the drill bit with the thickness of a pencil lead, and quickly fixed it on the electric drill, and then felt out four pieces of plasticine and stuck them to the four corners of the grooming mirror.

Then he began to drill holes in the center of the fixing screws at the four corners of the grooming mirror. The small hole is as thin as a needle's eye and shallow as a lotus core, so every time the hole is drilled like a dragonfly dotting water, it is closed at one touch, and it is seamless. The ash that falls is all stuck to the plasticine underneath.

After Wei Mingxu finished drilling, he neatly turned off the electric drill, hung it back on his waist, took a pen-shaped micro vacuum cleaner to suck off the iron ash, and then shook off the equipment box, used tweezers to take out four micro devices as thin as cordyceps, buried them in the hole he had just made, and then removed the plasticine.

In the last step, he took out a quantum resin nail gun and fired a shot into the toilet bowl first.

A drop of fast-setting and highly translucent resin shot into the toilet bowl and splashed water.

Excluding the first drop, he began to nail resin into the holes in the steel nails of the buried equipment one by one. The muzzle of the nail gun and the size of the steel nail match tightly, four shots down, the steel nails on the four corners of the mirror are covered with a layer of clear and thin hardened resin, when you look closely, people suddenly feel that the materials are exquisite, and admire the taste of the owner of the house.

The highly transmittance hardened resin not only perfectly camouflages the surface and fixes the device, but also does not affect the image shooting effect and audio capture ability of the device in the slightest. Kill three birds with one stone.

Wei Mingxu put away the equipment, but he didn't even leave a single plaster. He took a step back, touched his chin and examined the mirror, and after a few seconds nodded in satisfaction, closed the door and walked into Zhuang Yan's bedroom.

He drilled holes in all sorts of unbelievable places, burying high-resolution audio capture devices and image capture devices. On the chandelier, in the belly of the table, in the sofa, behind the chair, and at the foot of the bed, there are traces of his meticulous carving. He worked skillfully, firmly believing that the equipment he had buried could not be detected by Zhuang Yan digging three feet into the ground, but he even knew whether the cockroaches in Zhuang Yan's dormitory were pregnant.

Forty minutes of proudly worked, twelve pieces of equipment were buried. Wei Mingxu straightened his waist fullly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and moved his gaze to Zhuang Yan's wardrobe.

Only the wardrobe has not been touched, and for the sake of comprehensiveness, Wei Mingxu decided to put the last four pieces of equipment in the wardrobe. It's better than nothing, even if it's not well lit.

Then he cautiously walked around the wardrobe, not moving anything, the chairs scattered everywhere, the quilts in a mess, the white paper and books scattered all over the floor, all remained the same, not moving at all.

This is Wei Mingxu's pride, and it is impossible for Zhuang Yan to find out that he has come.

Wei Mingxu gasped slightly and proudly opened the wardrobe.

It's like a torrent.,The overwhelming DVDs、Un-Sinicized Homoben、Sinicization Homoben、Loft magazines and serialized comics collapsed like a collapse.,Smash him on the head and cover his face.,Bury Wei Mingxu in the pile of comic books。

Wei Mingxu was stunned for a second.

Then a life-size doll came out crooked and poked it on Wei Mingxu's chest.

The doll looks quite like Fan Bingbing.

Wei Mingxu reacted, looked down at the comic book flowing under the bed at a loss, and roared with grief in his heart:

"What a Ph.D. in molecular biology is doing with so many comic books hidden in his closet! Go find a girlfriend! Bastard! ”

But everything is irreparable, Wei Mingxu personally felt the pain of being covered with water, but he must take back the water that was spilled, if he didn't return everything to the way it was, Zhuang Yan might have noticed that someone had entered his room.

Heartbroken, Wei Mingxu began the post-war reconstruction work, carefully pulling his feet out of the sea of comic books piled up to his waist to set himself free, and then glanced at the comic books that flowed all over the ground.

Then he discovers a fact that makes him heartbroken.

He didn't know how Zhuang Yan's pervert hid so many books in the closet.

Although he did his best to preserve the scene, he knew that if he didn't restore the order of the comic books as much as possible, Zhuang Yan might notice something strange the next time he used the comic books.

For example, the comic book that Zhuang Yan used last time was placed in a specific position, and then he had an endless aftertaste and wanted to use it again, and if he found that the book was placed in a different position, he would know that his privacy had been violated.

This is a serious loophole that is likely to lead to total failure, because Wei Mingxu's mission can only succeed if Zhuang Yan is unaware of it.

So now Wei Mingxu must fight these comic books to the death, and he must make full use of his barren knowledge of physics to restore the trajectory and order of the collapse of the book mountain, and calculate the momentum transfer and forward collision vectors between each book to restore the ......

"Request for support! The Floaters request support from the galaxy's billionaire computers and core databases! Wei Mingxu decisively threw away his shame, and asked Wei Xu's permission to help in a low voice, "Ask the computer center to establish a collapse model and restore the collapse process of a landslide!" ”

He used the mobile permission client strapped to his hand to contact Wei Xu, and quickly got a reply: "Didn't you say that it was a trivial matter?" ”

Although it was a low-key text message, Wei Mingxu seemed to be able to see Wei Xu's disappointed and contemptuous face.

He thought about his salary, he thought about his bonuses, he thought about his contract, he thought about his wife and children.

Daughter Wei Zhongxiong is about to be assigned to a school, and this juncture must be stabilized.

Then Wei Mingxu sincerely and earnestly reviewed: "It's my problem, the intelligence collection of the target is not in place!" It must be remediated now, or time may run out! ”

After a few seconds, Wei Xu agreed. He simply sent an order: "Permission has passed." Modeling, uploading final data. ”

Wei Mingxu hurriedly activated the client as if he had been amnestied, and began to shoot the collapse scene on the ground from all angles indiscriminately, including comic books that splashed under the desk, including comic books that flowed under the bed, and finally took pictures of the wardrobe and the doll.

Then Wei Xu sent a message: "......"

Immediately afterward, a second message came: "Calculation, it will be completed in about half an hour." The size of the comic book is consistent. Comic books that are not captured are set to unknown numbers A1 (x1, y1, z1), A2 (x2, y2, z2) according to the three-dimensional coordinates, and so on. Although there are systematic errors, there is enough time to restore them carefully. Operate cautiously and prudently. ”

Wei Mingxu replied to the letter, and then he was relieved to relax. He knew that Zhuang Yan was decompressing Veneto in the basic physics annex cabin at this time, and it was still very early to leave and come back.

The next half hour left him at a loss. He didn't dare to move, because if he messed up the pile of comic books, the computer center would have to overturn the data and recalculate it. He was afraid that Wei Xusheng would eat him.

So he squatted down crampedly, swept through the sea of books when he was extremely bored, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Hey, the dream of the Three Kingdoms." Sun Shangxiang: Hey. I couldn't help but carefully pick up the book and look through it.

Seeing the excitement, a sentence suddenly appeared in the book: "Scum! How dare you read my book! Wait for the heavens! ”

Wei Mingxu's soul was scattered, and he hurriedly turned another page, and found that there was a sequel on the next page:

"Any idea why I know you peeked! Please turn to the next page. ”

Wei Mingxu had no choice but to continue to turn the page. The third page reads: "Because there is my hair between pages 12 and 13, the book will fall out when you turn the page." Thief, you can't run away! ”

Wei Mingxu was urinating, turning to the middle of pages 13 and 12, shaking vigorously, where is the hair?

He suspected that his hair had fallen into the carpet, so he hurriedly lay down and searched carefully, his face pressed against the ground, and in a panic he turned over the soft hairs on the carpet to find two hairs that might have been nothing.

Did Zhuang Yan clip his hair in the book?

Should Wei Mingxu pull out his hair to make up the numbers?

What if Zhuang Yan is bluffing?

Wei Mingxu was heartbroken and rummaging on the ground in vain, his eyes were bloodshot, this was the most humiliating task he had ever performed, and now he was trapped in a paradoxical hell from which he could not extricate himself.