Hopkins was also looking at the picture in his hand, and like everyone else around him, he was also puzzled. Why is there such a question?

Obviously, this question appeared on an ad hoc basis, and even those who came to participate in the screening a few days ago had not seen this question.

As the most elite of the younger generation in the Inquisition, he easily discovered the greatest possibility of this additional question.

It should be that the people from the Institute of Life Sciences don't know the password of this safe, so the senior management adheres to the concept of 'no need to use nothing', and wants to use their own people to try to guess if they can guess the password.

And it looks like I'm in a hurry.

But if you are really in a hurry, why is only one photo given? Other than that, I don't tell anything.

Hiding it like this, there is no entry point at all, and there is no basis for reasoning at all?

Do you want to make the people in this room mess up?

At this time, it was past midnight, and the test on the case file had ended, so a large room of people could only stare blankly at the photos in their hands.

Then continue to be at a loss

Gradually, there were some whispers in the lounge, and some people even complained out loud.

The people who can sit here are not simple people, and the organizations they belong to are also highly respected, and even speaking out will make the common people of the empire look up and bow down.

Then everyone will naturally have some arrogance.

Faced with such a problem like no rice, some people couldn't stand it after all, slapped the banknotes on the table in front of them, and then got up and left the room.

And as the first person left, the dissatisfaction in the room became more and more intense, and as time passed, more and more people got up and pushed open the door of the lounge with their own emotions.

Fortunately, this group of people still retained their proper gentlemanly demeanor, and did not abuse or complain as soon as they went out, but just stood quietly in the corridor, under those extraordinarily bright gas lamps, through the glass of the lounge, and glanced at the colleagues who were still frowning sadly from time to time.

Among them, the most concerned is naturally Judge Hopkins, after all, everyone who has heard of him knows what kind of genius he is.

At this time, he was frowning, looking at the photo in his hand, motionless.

Although most people think that it is impossible for anyone to guess the password to this safe, it is only Hopkins who really has to pick out one person who can do miracles.

Just as all eyes were focused on him, suddenly, some eyes noticed a figure sitting at the edge of the lounge.

The man sat alone, without any companions around him, only a stack of files that looked ridiculous, and at this moment, this man was also staring at the photo in his hand in a daze, as if he was also frowning and thoughtful.

"Huh."

In the hallway, there was a small chuckle.

And laughter is contagious, so immediately after, there was a momentary chuckle on the side.

Several of the people who laughed were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other, and although they didn't say anything, they seemed to understand the reason for each other's laughter.

yes, what the hell is that private investigator from London doing?

If Hopkins's daze is to find a trace of possible inference in his unbridled divergent thinking, then the private detective's daze is. Forehead. It's just a daze.

Not only is he in a daze, but he is also very self-deceptive and does not want to admit his incompetence.

Well, the word incompetence seems to be a bit hurtful, and according to the level of a private detective, this guy is probably really a genius, and he also has his own pride.

However, there is also a gap between geniuses and geniuses, and it is really a bit cruel to throw a private detective into the midst of so many powerful people.

Thinking of that guy's previous attitude towards the file, it is estimated that at that time, he was already aware of the huge gap between himself and the people around him, but his fragile self-esteem could not accept this fact rationally, so there was a slightly absurd scene after that.

Thinking about it this way, he seems quite pitiful.

In the common room, Sherlock's body didn't move, and it did seem that he was in a daze, but if someone leaned down and looked into his eyes, they would see that he was so focused and excited at this time.

He was so excited that his eyes didn't blink, and a large amount of blood had already surfaced because of dryness, but he was still motionless, as if he had long forgotten that he was a human and had the instinct of 'blinking'

And at this moment, of course, he is not just staring at the photo, in fact, in front of his eyes, there is a dense amount of information, words, pictures, complex to the extreme, layer upon layer, pile upon pile, like a cluster of clouds of different colors and shapes, intertwined with each other, slowly floating, rotating, if you want to see its contents, you must from those intertwined tiny gaps, the barely glimpsable corner and the fragments you saw before are spliced and integrated, and then they can be turned into the most fragmentary information, into the brain.

And this information is also all-encompassing, because the photographs give so few clues, Sherlock can only expand the scope of the investigation to a very terrifying level.

Including all the information he could see about the 'Dean of Darwin', from childhood to adulthood, childhood, school, teachers visited, friends he came into contact with, these records were all very fragmentary, but it didn't matter, Sherlock could sort it out by himself, and his eating habits, hobbies, daily life, where he had been in the Empire, the time when each paper was written, his routine, his mantra, and some of the speeches at the awards ceremony of the scientific community were read several times.

In the meantime, of course, he also took a quick look at Darwin's family formation, and in the process of browsing, he seemed to notice something very interesting.

But Sherlock had too much information to filter, and a lot of filtering made his brain ach, so this was interesting, but for the time being, things that had nothing to do with the password were just filtered out of his brain in an instant, causing him to not react to it.

Anyway, Sherlock was making a frantic attempt

He is trying to use this method to simulate Dean Darwin's personality, temperament, habits, etc., to put himself in the other person's place, imagining what kind of password he will set when facing this safe.

That sounds ridiculous.

Because this is equivalent to doing an 'exhaustive method', listing all the possibilities, and then coming up with a large number series of extremely complicated numbers.

But fortunately, the 'exhaustive' is not unruly, for example, people with bad memories often use their home phone numbers and birthdays as passwords, while lazy people often set all passwords into one, people who are good at drawing rulers and rulers, they like numbers on the diagonal, people with obsessive-compulsive disorder, if the first password number is 1, then the last number is likely to be 1, and so on.

In short, everything is not untraceable. Of course, even if there are traces to follow, it is equivalent to digging for that small grain of golden sand in thousands of kilometers of river, whether it is the amount of work or the time consuming, it has reached an unimaginable level.

Sherlock, on the other hand, didn't care, he quickly and frantically listed, sifted, and even enjoyed it. Time passed until the last ten minutes. Hopkins finally took a few deep breaths, then wrote down a set of numbers and got up to leave the break room.

In fact, he has done a good enough job, he roughly speculated a time period of production through the model of this safe, because of its weight, the range of delivery should only be in the current administrative state, and then from its oxidation surface, and the shadow at the bottom of the left side, judging its long-term position, by the window, but the light time does not exceed one hour a day, the environment is slightly dry, the air is slightly cool acidic, probably close to a large kitchen or a laboratory with chemical products, and in the end, even risk its owner, recognized as a senior leader of the School of Life Sciences, male, over 50 years old.

In short, the last password he wrote down was the day when the [School of Life Sciences] was officially named.

That's all he can do, and he clearly knows that if he gives himself more time, he can't make much progress, so he can only sigh and leave his seat.

As soon as he walked out of the lounge, when his eyes swept over the people standing outside the door, he suddenly realized something, and immediately turned around to take a look.

Immediately afterwards, he was surprised to see that the private detective from London had not yet come out, he was still sitting in his original seat, and even found that the other party's posture at the moment was still the same as when he last looked at him.

At that time. It was just when the photos were distributed.

Hopkins frowned slightly in shock!

And a man next to him, who was also wearing the robes of the inquisition, saw him come out and took the initiative to greet him:

"Heh, I'm also quite surprised, there should be a limit to this guy still sitting in there and pretending."

The man laughed as he spoke:

"How do you feel, you've got a few files, I think you seem to have taken at least 6 sets, right?"

But the voice has not fallen!

Suddenly, Sherlock grabbed a pen after thinking motionless for more than an hour

This sudden behavior made everyone outside the door stunned for a moment, and then looked over curiously, and then they saw Sherlock button the paper with the photo on it, and then wrote hard.

He writes very quickly, like scribbling.

And on that page, groups of numbers were also written.

He wrote more than 200 sets!

Later, when he couldn't write a piece of paper, he tore off a piece of the case file next to him, and then wrote dozens of more with a brush.

This kind of behavior overwhelmed the people at the door, and even the staff member who had been standing in the corner as a statue couldn't help but cast a surprised look.

Finally, two o'clock in the morning arrived.

The staff member walked over, looked at Sherlock, who didn't mean to stop at all, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke:

"Sir, the time is up."

"Huh?!" Sherlock looked up, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and then sighed depressedly, seemingly reluctantly handing over the paper in his hand.

Only then did he walk out of the lounge amid the surprised gazes of the crowd.

As soon as you go out

He saw Judge Hopkins still standing in the doorway, and thinking of his previous overtures, Sherlock responded with a courtesy greeting:

"Well, are you sure of the final password?"

Hopkins didn't respond immediately, because he didn't know how to respond to the word 'sure' in the other person's words for a while, so he could only shake his head: "No."

Then he hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about you?" ”

Sherlock also sighed:

"There are so many possibilities that in the end I just simplified it to 344 groups, and I haven't finished writing it yet"

(End of chapter)