"Champion Zhulan, out of the duty of a police officer, I have a question now and want to ask you for advice."

In the basement of the Mori no Yokan, the jaw-dropping Junsha twists her head towards Zhulan little by little, like a mechanical puppet with rusty joints.

"If the information I found on my phone is correct, this Professor Medan, the subject he teaches at Primordial University, should be biology related to Pokémon, right?"

"Yes."

The Sinnoh champion nodded very calmly—

"Biotechnology, to be precise. Genetic engineering, which we often hear about, is included in this broad category. However, the subjects taught by scholars are not always representative of their own fields of study, and Professor Maidan should have some interdisciplinary knowledge in addition to biotechnology. ”

"Is information technology also an interdisciplinary discipline of biology?"

Officer Junsha raised his arms and spread his hands in front of the countless computer hosts in front of him, expressing his shock and confusion.

She thought she would see all kinds of beakers, droppers, microscopes, and operating tables in the basement, but everything in front of her was completely beyond the imagination of the police officer.

In front of the two of them, between the many hosts, there was a constant shimmer of light indicating that "the machine is running", like a bright green starry sky.

No one could have guessed that in such a secluded and remote old mansion, where even the outer walls of the houses are wrapped in trees, there are such a batch of computer equipment full of science fiction style hidden!

"Bioinformatics, molecular biology, information bionics, or the study of virtual Pokémon like Polymon – all of these fields require the use of information technology. Professor Maidan's research topics are probably related to these majors. ”

Zhulan looked around at the instruments around her, and said as she strolled. A red Lothom phone popped out of her pocket, clicking pictures of her surroundings.

Jun Sha frowned and shook her head again and again: "No matter how much it matters, it won't bury a giant computer under the Mori no Yang Pavilion, right?" It's really strange, when the hell did they move these instruments into the forest? Is there a problem with heat dissipation? ”

"Looking at the scale, it shouldn't look like a giant computer." The well-informed champion scholar stopped, turned to Junsha, who had returned behind him, and said—

"Although I don't know much about the computer field, I have seen real supercomputers in the R&D center of Zhuqing City. Such a machine occupies at least hundreds of square meters, and a basement would never fit such a large instrument. At most, this is just an ordinary-sized computer cluster, and it is normal to use it for research such as Pokémon gene sequencing...... However, there are only two researchers in the museum, Professor Medan and his assistant Neil, and if you want to do a big project like gene sequencing, you should not have enough manpower. ”

Zhulan's explanation did not bring much relief to Miss Junsha, who in her opinion did not make any difference between a supercomputer and a computer cluster.

The police officer walked to the long table at the end of the basement by herself, looked at the black screen standby monitors on the desktop, and sighed with a sad face—

"I now finally understand why Maidan is so confident that we can't find a clue to the research topic here. It turned out that the specific research details were all hidden in the computer, and we didn't know the boot password, so we couldn't see it at all. ”

Zhulan stretched out her hand and pointed to the distance: "Isn't there a small room over there?" It shouldn't be a computer room inside, can you see anything from it? ”

"Oh, there, I went in and saw it when I came down first."

Junsha hugged her arms and said with an expression that if she wanted to go in, please poop.

"Inside was Medan's bed and desk, which must have been where the professor slept at work—it was a desk, but there wasn't even half a sheet of paper on it, and if it weren't for the unfolded quilt thrown on the bed next to it, no one could have lived here. It's really strange to say, but now even researchers and scholars have begun to engage in paperless office? ”

"Didn't you have a research note...... Well, if you have a computer and a handheld tablet, most of the pen and paper functions can indeed be replaced by the touch screen of the monitor. ”

Zhulan said as she followed her mobile phone and walked to the small room. There was really nothing in it except a bed, a set of tables and chairs, and almost nothing.

The table and chair are simple iron pieces without cabinets and drawers, crudely made but look durable enough, and a lamp with adjustable brightness is placed on the table. The bed was simply covered with a set of white sheets, and the bedding and pillows were laid out haphazardly, almost like a hospital bed.

I don't know if these are the original furniture in this Mori no Yokan, or the things that Professor Medan brought into the Momoyo Forest from the outside.

"However, if Professor Meydan had made this his workplace, he would not have a reference book to readily read. It's strange to say, it's a little weird. ”

Miss Champion checked the lamp on the table, fiddled with it twice, and when she turned on the knob switch, the snow-white light instantly drove away the darkness in the basement.

"Moreover, since there is a lamp here, it means that Professor Medan's work here really needs to be read or written. And there are some signs of aging on this bulb, indicating that its owner has used the lamp at least many times. Whether it's used for reading and writing, or for some other purpose, there is not half a piece of paper around here, which is really too much to say. ”

Miss Junsha looked at the Sinnoh champion in front of her, who was meditating on the lamp, and felt a little funny. The black and white eyes blinked, as if to say: She really deserves to be the sister of Detective Hugo, is that research spirit of digging into the bottom of the matter a family inheritance?

Seeing that Zhulan was unaware of her voyeurism and put the lamp back on, Junsha continued to ask-

"Back to the point, Miss Zhulan. Since the research materials that should exist here have disappeared mysteriously, do you say, could the owner of the Western-style pavilion deliberately hide all the research materials because he was afraid of the two of us? Didn't Medan disappear for a while after that previous mentoring battle? Perhaps, that's when he moved the reference books. ”

Transferring books in such a short period of time?

Zhulan thought for a moment and said, "There is such a possibility, but the more critical question is - what's the point of doing that?" ”

"Meaning?"

"It's impossible for Professor Medan to know in advance the two of us to come to the Mori no Yokan, if it's really inconvenient, it's okay to forbid us to explore the basement on the grounds of research confidentiality, so why does he need to go to great lengths to transfer research materials for the sake of two strange visitors?"

"What's the need...... No, it's not necessary at all. It was because we didn't have to be that we were put in this basement. ”

After Zhulan's nudge, Junsha, who was active, immediately thought of the answer.

"These documents should have been transferred long before we arrived at the Western-style Pavilion!"

Looking at the Sinnoh champion who was still thinking with her arms crossed, Miss Police instantly cleared her mind-

"At this moment, the most plausible explanation is that letting the two of us into the basement is just a smooth sailing, and the research secrets inside have already been emptied in advance. The reason why the other party did this was not to deceive the two of us, but to deceive another visitor who had already announced his itinerary reservation. ”

Zhulan looked up and looked meaningfully at the black ceiling. A thread of mystery had already appeared in front of her.

"The visitor who should have arrived at the Mori no Yokan today was not us, nor Neil and Venexia, but Mr. Hayden, an old classmate of Professor Medan who founded Hayden Pharmaceutical."