NO.182: ARE YOU STILL SOLVING CASES IN THE TRADITION? (Commuter pass is added.)
September 14, 09:26.
Time that is not worth mentioning on the calendar or on the news is the waiting time of nearly a million people with bated breath.
These people have logged on to a voting website with their own different online media, which has also caused the pressure on that website to carry surge.
"What the hell, refresh a web page and get stuck!"
"Is the server going to blow up?"
"It's hard to beg, will the website server be compensated if it blows up?"
"Grass, it's not a game, how can it be compensated?"
"According to the operation model of this website, there may be wwww."
In the situation that the message cannot be sent out, and it is frequently refreshed and cannot be sent, these complaints have to flow more in reality.
Like raindrops scattered everywhere outside the window, they can't wait to gather into a stream of water.
The champion's participation in the launch event itself is a great opportunity.
It's only been a few months, and although there have been large and small online events for champions' fans, this is obviously the first time that this kind of activity seems to involve offline exploration.
It just so happens that there hasn't been an offline party yet - someone has already taken advantage of the situation to propose a face-to-face base, but everyone's reply can't be sent, and the guy who was lucky enough to make a proposal in the network card has no follow-up......
Stuck in the truest sense of the word.
"What are you doing...... Little Snake, can you give a few comments to the official? At least upgrade and fix the server! ”
The roommate, who is still pretending to have no contact with the official, complains like this.
In this regard, the young man, who had changed into another puppet costume, only cast a wise gaze at her.
"Poof......
Seeing that the other party didn't hold back first, the young man had to question his laughter: "Isn't this the cloth cover you prepared?" Why can you laugh out on your own first? ”
"But... Haha, it's really funny! I just went to the online store and saw this thing by chance, I should have searched for the armor of the little snake and it was pushed. ”
"Sounds like my fault."
"I'm not wrong anyway!"
"Ha ......" round big hand against the forehead, was annoyed by the puppet boy who couldn't screw the bridge of his nose in this shape, and finally had to give up.
"Forget it, I'll take you to school first."
"Teleport again, isn't your current physique able to ride a motorcycle?"
"I don't want to be found by the police," the young man sighed, and then looked at his ball-shaped hand, which could pinch chopsticks and hold a spoon brutally, but was always a little in the way through the soft fabric, and was a little helpless, "And how do you ride a motorcycle like this?" ”
"Can't you? When I ordered it, I deliberately chose the one that is convenient for activities, and the customer service told me a lot of technical applications, what technology and what source energy, should not even be obstructed by the line of sight? ”
"Technically, it can be done, but legally, how can I explain to the police that the puppet is riding a motorcycle?"
"Kamen Rider shooting isn't also about riding a motorcycle in a leather case."
"Is that the same thing?"
"Oh, just let Beatrix-chan talk about it!"
Although he wanted to ask when these two became so acquainted, or if it was just a one-sided affectionate title, he looked at the time and chose to stop his mood: "...... There's too much time wasted, let's go now. ”
Drag it out any longer, and by 9:29 a.m., he might be able to hear more blood pressure pulling.
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But in fact, what the teenager feared did not happen on time.
He overestimated the capacity of the site itself.
It is not only his nearly one million fans who have not thought about squatting on the news, but also more passers-by who are not fans of the champion, but who are a little interested in the event itself, are putting pressure on the website as a follow-up echelon.
But apparently, few users will mourn a dropped server.
"It's a terrible server."
There will also be radicals like Miss Narita Shirahito, who look at their phones and speak unceremoniously.
"What? Sure enough, it crashed? ”
Squatting under the optical cover, Qianming, who looked at the factory in the distance, turned his head and raised his hand to pat her shoulder.
"Leave that thing alone, the content should be the same as the information we got from Omer."
"Maybe even something less."
"Come and keep an eye on that red-haired man with me, yes, the one with a very athletic physique, my exploration gadgets show that guy is not just a traverser, he's a cosmic man."
"Isn't there no shortage of cosmic people in this place?"
Bai Ren, who crossed out the web page, pressed the standby button to avoid his mobile phone desktop from being seen by his companions, and turned his head to look at the chemical factory, and the contact lens attached to his eyeball was all kinds of strange worker shapes.
Although they all walk upright on both feet, they only have one thing in common, neither their faces nor body contours look very human-like, and occasionally a few that are highly similar to human appearance, or have pointed ears or animal ears.
The guy that Chiaki asked her to look at was a man who couldn't see the difference between humans and humans, but the detection system itself was also telling him that it was a cosmic person.
According to intelligence, the factory itself is a large factory for the production of aviation building materials, and it is not surprising that there is a group of alien workers in such a place.
So the work of the group of workers seems to be going well, and the people here are very patient with the surveillance.
Patient to the point that some people are secretly surfing the Internet.
Of course, this is a big problem.
Although the mute mode is turned on, there will not be any ringing to expose their low-level mistakes, but for the truly stealthy infiltration, the network signal alone is enough to become a hidden danger.
But at the moment, it is obviously not a covert infiltration link, but it is better to say that after two and a half days of investigation, there is no room for covert infiltration.
It's simply screening targets based on clues and intelligence, stepping on the spot, and then eliminating suspicions and going to the next place-
It's quite boring, like a long quest line for a boring RPG.
However, one party has been a detective, and the other has been a mercenary, and they all expected this, after all, many times the investigation and pursuit itself is a boring process.
There will indeed be exciting links, but in the whole process, it is like a clip.
For those who are interested in this way, the pleasure is usually not in the action itself, but in the meaning that the action itself can derive.
Like the breakthrough of self-ability in the pursuit itself, or like the satisfaction brought by solving puzzles - such a special pursuit will not only allow them to endure their temperament, but even find fun in it.
None of these...... That's jail time.
Narita Hakuhito is in prison, after all, her original intention was not to be fun, but because of ......
Glancing at her turning her head and reaching out again, Qian Ming shook her head helplessly.
"That guy is different from those cosmic people before, he is a very rare Salome star from the illustrated book."
"The one that looks exactly like a human?" How much is it to make up for some knowledge, Bai Ren has a vague impression.
"Yes, there are a lot of grudges with the Ultra clan, and they are a very proud cosmic nation."
Qianming nodded: "And you pay attention to the scars on the man's face......"
She swiped through the air, revealing a dimly lit photograph of the terminal.
Although it was dim, it was possible to see that there were three people standing there, and the clearest place was the slight lines on the suspicious faces.
"I thought it was some kind of pattern." Bai Ren said in a low voice.
"It turned out to be a scar," Chiaki nodded, "Let's go investigate the identity of the other party." ”
"Why don't you just ask?"
"It's very troublesome to finish, I'm not deep, and I'm not very good at the source energy of the spiritual department."
"Whatever you want, you're in charge anyway." Bai Ren gave up the argument.
The division of labor between the two is also to negotiate with Qianming, and if she needs to do it, she will take the lead, since the other party wants to use that way so much, then she doesn't need to rush to do it.
When I turned around and continued to swipe my phone, I unexpectedly saw that the event page of the voting website came out normally.
Then, when Chiaki had already gotten out of cover and walked a short distance towards the factory in the distance, Bai Ren held his mobile phone and rushed to her at the speed of a foot.
"Wait a minute, things have changed."
She lifted her phone and showed the terrain on it: "Ormer told us to come and meet here." ”
“?” Qianming was stunned, and immediately realized something.
"Harvest so soon?"
"It should be ......"
Swiping the amount of recovery that was stacked at an astonishing speed under the activity on the screen, even Bai Ren, who was often mixed in it, couldn't quite accept this kind of efficiency.
"Anyway, let's go and meet first."
"Uh......"
Hesitantly looking at the clue that went away, and then looking at the communication channel drawn by Bai Ren, Qian Ming sighed.
Sure enough, the investigation was a boring process.
The description at the end of the previous chapter was warned by the editor, and the description was changed, and there may be a misplacement of the words in this chapter, please understand.