Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Guderian, who was wearing a nightcap, bit his head bit by bit, his nose turned reddish from typing on the keyboard, and he left a string of meaningless gibberish on the display.

Schneider watched silently, he thought of Shakespeare's monkey for no reason.

This is a mind game, similar to Schrödinger's cat, that illustrates the concept of infinite numbers.

It means that if you give a group of monkeys a typewriter each, and train them to master the skills of typing, it doesn’t matter if they understand the keys on the typewriter, as long as they can tap like peeling bananas, then it’s a hypothesis, assuming that they are given infinite Time, even a group of monkeys who don't know what abcd stands for, can knock out a complete set of Shakespeare's works in an infinitely long time scale.

Schneider, who looked at Guderian, was subconsciously associating this guy with Shakespeare's monkey in his mind. Since a stupid monkey can use a typewriter to type out the complete works of Shakespeare in an infinitely long time, then the sleepy Guderian would not Can do the same thing?

The researchers passing by hurriedly kept their eyes on the ground, and even breathed lightly. No one dared to glance in Schneider's direction.

Every university has its own strange stories, and Kassel is no exception. According to legend, the principal's office in Angers is a place similar to a dragon's treasure house. As long as you find the mechanism, you can open the old Bailaisui's treasure house. The lifelong collection of the legendary dragon slayer.

So much so that almost every year, a freshman breaks the school rules by sneaking into the principal's office without authorization, and suffers a heavy punishment of contracting a toilet for a semester.

Among the many strange stories circulating in Kassel, there is one about Schneider. It is said that under the mask of the iron-blooded executive director, there is a face that looks like a dragon, covered with scales and cuticles. Wearing his mask is to hide the fact that he is a dragon.

And if you show curiosity about his mask and look at him, you will die in pain one day in the future. After all, only the dead can keep secrets best. Schneider, a dragon spy who deliberately sneaked into Kassel, for his You can continue to lurk in Kassel, the highest institution of mixed race, and you can do anything.

This can be seen from the annual death list of the Kassel Executive Department. If it hadn’t been for Schneider, the head of the Executive Department, it would be difficult for you to understand why there is such a high death rate in this peaceful era. .

I have to say that this strange talk is really outrageous, but the protagonist of the strange talk is Schneider. If there is a poll on the night watchman forum, Schneider will definitely be on the list.

However, rather than disgust, the students' sense of the head of the executive department should be more of fear.

Maybe it's a playful attitude, maybe it's because they really believe it. In short, there are quite a lot of people who really think that Schneider's strange talk is true. This can be seen from the performance of passing researchers.

It's just that even if they were killed, this nightmare of countless young mixed races, the head of the executive department known for his iron blood, is actually thinking about... a monkey at this moment.

Manstein slapped Guderian on the back of the head with a slap.

"Thesis! Thesis!"

...

Guderian jumped up with wide eyes.

"It's my turn, the answer is..."

It's like hitting the pause button.

The professors and researchers in the surrounding circle put down what they were doing and cast their gazes here.

Reply?What a long memory...

The professors fell into memory, while the young researchers showed empathetic expressions. For them, the dissertation defense was an unbearable past.

Guderian looked around in a daze. He didn't know what was going on. He scratched his head, and accidentally scratched the back of his head. Then it slanted to one side, and the fluffy ball at the top dangled. With his expression, even a professional clown in the circus was a little inferior in front of him.

First, the young researcher, the black king, they really wanted to hold back, after all, the atmosphere of this occasion, laughing or something is really inappropriate.

But unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold back in the end.

"Pfft..."

"Hahaha!"

The laughter seemed to be contagious, and soon everyone in the circle laughed. Even the professors who were so rigid that they looked more like liches than scholars grinned and showed a childish smile. Nightwing's sinister smile.

Manstein slapped himself on the face and closed his eyes in pain.

He knows that his family is very off-line, but he won't be off-line to this extent. Let's take a look at who is sitting around. It's not a Taishan Beidou in a certain field, or a pioneer or even a founder of a certain research direction. , For example, the great master Turing, the word "Tianyan" has existed for such a long time, but he who can draw inspiration from it and create a computer has completely created an era. Today's 21st century technology is booming. There are endless things, but no matter what, you can't get around a name, that is Turing.

And this master happened to be sitting there, holding a cup of coffee, watching Guderian smile full of wisdom.

"Be happy, little Manstein."

A hand on his shoulder.

Manstein didn't need to look back, he could tell the identity of the person just by the foolish address and the strong smell of alcohol that could make people faint.

"cheer up?"

Manstein spoke to his father in a distant tone.

"Sorry, I'm not happy at all."

The vice-principal gave a strange laugh, held the brandy in his hand, and gulped it down for himself.

He put one hand on Manstein's shoulder and leaned against him. He could see that this posture was quite chic. Of course, it would be more perfect if he was a handsome and handsome guy, even if he was not a handsome guy but a young man, anyway. Don't be a couch potato like the vice principal in front of you. The three numbers of bust, waist and hip are surprisingly consistent. What is the golden ratio? The vice principal is the real golden ratio, okay?

"Look, look."

The vice-principal pointed around with the hand holding the brandy.

"My little Manstein, look into their eyes."

It's rare for a guy like the vice principal to sigh.

he shook his head.

"Everyone is already very tired, it's okay to have fun."

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"Anyway, we're just hybrids, not machines, nor gods."

Manstein remained silent and made no rebuttal.

In fact, he always likes to argue with his cheap father, and he can’t say why, maybe it’s a habit. After all, he was in an orphanage, a mental hospital, wandering on the streets, and he didn’t know where to run when he grew tenaciously like weeds for the first half of his life. Dear dad, just such a person, why do I have to listen to what you say?
Only this time, Manstein acquiesced.

On the one hand, what the vice-principal said was indeed reasonable, on the other hand, Manstein himself was really tired.

The vice-principal was right, they were just hybrids, not machines or gods.

Mixed races can also be tiring.

On the researchers around him, Manstein saw deep fatigue. Some of them here are people who haven't closed their eyes for three days and three nights. Their eyes are bloodshot, and some even drive the golden boy. The golden boy means that they have activated the dragon blood and are in a state of going all out. For dragon slayers, it is a natural operation to light the golden boy on the battlefield, but for these researchers in white coats, here It is their battlefield, and the keyboard is their sword. Their battle has already begun, and it is only logical that Ignite Golden Boy will go all out for this.

This is a war without gunpowder that took place on the Internet. The mixed races all over the world are mobilized. They use all means to find Kassel's S-class. Any piece of information related to it may attract three people. The above mixed-race organization scrambles.

At the same time, there are also a large number of wild hybrids involved. In the field of the Internet, organizational background is important, but the existence of individual geniuses has a huge impact on the balance.

For example, Yanling Tianyan, legend has it that Master Turing once lamented in private that the highest-ranked supercomputer in the world today is just a parody of this magical language, and the various mighty powers hidden in the dragon's blood , even with today's human civilization, it cannot be completely deciphered.

Although Tianyan's words and spirits are mysterious, they are really rare. In every era, there are always one or two lucky ones who awaken.

A hybrid who possesses this spirit of speech also has the qualifications to single-handedly break into the battlefields of major hybrid organizations.

On the largest screen in the Kassel countermeasure hall, a number is being displayed.

"18"

Every researcher or professor can see this huge screen by looking up a little after busy work.

The original heavy and tired face will be more heavy.

They all knew in their hearts what this number represented.

Eighteen days have passed since the s-class disappeared.

"Eighteen days."

The vice-principal sighed faintly.

He took a swig of wine for himself.

It's so rare that you can see obvious sadness in this alchemy master who has always been bohemian.

Ever since Angers ordered to search for Lu Mingfei's whereabouts around the world, the lights in the countermeasure hall have never been turned off. Many researchers have never thought about the question of why they are of mixed race, because if they If they were not of mixed race, that damned tyrant would at least consider human rights and other factors, and kindly allowed them to go back to the dormitory for a few hours after working intensively for several days and nights, lying on a warm and soft bed, beautiful Get some sleep.

...

But just because they are mixed races, that damned tyrant deprived them of the right to go back to bed and sleep. After all, with the physique of mixed races far beyond ordinary people, what kind of bed and sleep quality do you want, just find an open space to lie down, No sleeping bag is needed, as long as it doesn't hinder other people's walking, it's fine.

What?You said sleeping on the ground would catch a cold?
Hahaha.Angers said, if such a small thing will make you sick, you are really ashamed of the three words of mixed race, Kassel is not suitable for you, you should go back to Harvard and Cambridge as your tenured professor as soon as possible.

As for human rights, Angers has more to say.

You see, when it comes to human rights, you must first be an individual.

So, please at least turn off your golden boy before you talk to me about human rights or something.

For the great kindness of Angers, the researchers wished to repay enthusiastically with ak47 and Gatling's metal bullets, but under the kind eyes of the tyrant throwing a jackknife, they could only lie on the ground with tears in their eyes and hold on tight. Time to sleep. After all, the benevolent king of Kassel, Angers, was afraid that their brains would rust if they slept for a long time. He also thoughtfully stipulated the length of rest for each person. Research shows that teenagers need to ensure eight hours of sufficient sleep every day during the period of physical growth and development. Well, adults need six hours, but these are just studies on ordinary people, all of you here are of mixed race, three days and two hours per person is not too much.

What, too little!

Come, come, come, look at the jackknife and say this sentence again.

Regarding these behaviors of Angers, the most devoid of conscience capitalists would shake their heads and feel sorry for themselves when they came to see them. Under the wise leadership of President Cassel, sweatshops are no longer enough to describe the current situation of the countermeasure hall. There is no word that can actually describe this situation in the human dictionary. Perhaps, we can only look for it in the devil's dictionary.

The fundamental reason why Angers wanted to do this was not to find that person.

Kassel's S-class, the future leader of the Secret Party, the long-awaited successor of Angers, and the hero of the dragon slayer.

Lu Mingfei.

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The vice-principal hiccupped, staggered, and squinted at Angers next to him.

"I said, you."

The vice-principal is vague.

"Since you care so much, why did you release the news of Xiao Mingfei's disappearance in the first place?"

"You should have expected it."

The vice principal waved his hand and surrounded the entire countermeasure hall.

This is something that many people are curious about.

Angers' approach before and after is too contradictory.

In the beginning, he didn't limit the spread of news about the disappearance of the S-Class.

Now they are going all out to fight with other mixed-blood organizations using the Internet as a battlefield.

If I had known about today's situation, why not limit the spread of news from the very beginning, and limit the disappearance of the S-class to only a small number of people, so that no other mixed race organizations would intervene, no? what?

Angers put down the file and rubbed the space between his brows.

The policies he formulates are the most thorough implementation, none other than himself.

No one knew how long Angers hadn't closed his eyes. In his impression, this old man seemed to have been sitting here since the day S-class disappeared. Not to mention sleeping, it seemed that he hadn't even got up in the past [-] days.

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This is also the fundamental reason that after Angers launched such an outrageous policy, no one has picked up the pick and left. Pure high-pressure brutality will only silence people. If you want people to be convinced, you have to lead by example.

When the researchers are tired, weary, have a rebellious mentality, and want to leave.

They would turn their heads and look at the old man.

To be honest, the mixed races have never seen Angers in such a mess.

The suits on his body have always been meticulous, and the roses on his chest are always bright and dripping.

But now?

Black King, they actually saw wrinkles in Angers' suit!
And the rose on his chest, shriveled and shriveled, the old man didn't seem to have discovered it, and was still immersed in his work.

There are many private rumors about Angers and Lu Mingfei.

There are mixed race conspiracy theories that the relationship between these two Cassel S-classes is actually not as harmonious as it seems on the surface. It is conceivable that there must be conflicts between the future leader Lu Mingfei and the contemporary leader Angers, and the transfer of power on the contradiction.

No one doubts Angers' desire to control power. Since the establishment of Kassel, more than half a century, students and professors here have come and gone, but the principal who holds the highest power will always be Angers, as the legendary dragon slayer The latter is also the closest to the existence of dragons. You can find a lot of characteristics of dragons in Angers, his desire for power, his persistence in hatred, and his greed for power.

It is conceivable that Angers, who is so greedy for power, could be willing to give up the position of the leader of the Secret Party.

In the eyes of many people, the conflict between Angers and Lu Mingfei is almost obvious.

But Angers' performance after Lu Mingfei's disappearance made them silent.

Is there any contradiction?

As for Ange's attitude that he can't wait to use all the resources of the secret party to find Lu Mingfei, you tell me that the two of them have conflicts?
Those who knew said that Angers was looking for Lu Mingfei, their S-rank, the future leader of the Secret Party.

I don't know, I thought he was looking for his son.

No.

This is looking for a father.

Even a researcher who is insensitive to politics and the mixed-race world can vaguely smell some abnormalities from Anger's attitude towards Lu Mingfei.

They felt it vaguely.

Lu Mingfei, the S-rank, seemed to be more important than they imagined.

Angers glanced at the clock.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and the countermeasure hall was still brightly lit. All the awake researchers were struggling to process each piece of information efficiently.

A researcher pushed the keyboard, stood up staggeringly, walked to the aisle with his eyes closed, and fell to the ground with a plop. If this scene happened half a month ago, it would probably cause a shock. Huh, and then a few janitors rushed up, some raised their hands, some raised their legs, and rushed towards the school doctor's room as if flying.

It's different now, he fell to the ground with a thud, the movement was so loud, the colleagues around him just looked up, and then continued to busy with the work at hand as if nothing had happened.

On the battlefield, there is a war supervisor team, which is responsible for executing deserters. If someone flees back during the charge, they will be shot mercilessly.

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Their battlefield also has a presence similar to the supervisory team, that is Norma, the campus secretary of Kassel faithfully implements the principal's instructions and strictly supervises the work progress of each researcher, whether you are deserting or distracted, or just a little If you are lazy, it will be faithfully recorded by artificial intelligence Norma and submitted to Angers.

Truth be told, no one wanted to try that tyrant's methods.

Don't expect Angers to hold back his own people. A tyrant is a tyrant. In his eyes, there are no people of his own, but some are just tools to complete the task.

The mixed races believed that Angers' blood was cold.

Sleeping researchers lay dormant in the aisle, and passers-by were like walking through a minefield, carefully concentrating on their legs sticking out of nowhere, so as to ensure that their comrades would never be stepped on and woken up.

In fact, they were overthinking this. In the deep sleep of the researchers, let alone stepping on it, even if a pure-blooded dragon roared beside them, no one would wake up.

There was no expression on Ange's face, he looked away, and then lowered his head to flip through the next document.

The vice principal blew his beard and stared, this damned tyrant dared to ignore the great alchemist!

"not me."

Just as the vice-principal was about to jump, he heard Anger's voice.

He froze for a moment.

In fact, there is no need for the vice-principal to think too much, Anger's next sentence came.

"It's not me who sent the news."

The vice-principal's eyes widened.

not him……

Not Angers!

Almost all the mixed races thought that the person who reported the disappearance of the S-class was Angers.

But now Angers admits that it's not him.

The vice-principal knew his old buddy very well, and Ange's pride didn't allow him to lie about this kind of thing.

So... who is it?
Who intentionally spread the news of Lu Mingfei's disappearance?

What is his or her purpose?
The vice-principal, frowning tightly, glanced across the big screen inadvertently.

He suddenly froze.

The vice-principal seemed to know what that person's purpose was.

What he or she wants is exactly the current situation.

With Lu Mingfei as the trigger, the mixed races all over the world started to move.

Hybrid to hybrid, hybrid tissue to hybrid tissue.

So, after that?

Don't be fooled by the appearance of the vice principal's couch potato. With the title of legendary alchemist, how could such a guy be stupid? Speaking of which, he would think that the vice principal is a stupid guy.

He deduced the most likely next step in his mind.

During the [-] days when Lu Mingfei disappeared, almost all the mixed races around the world were in motion. They were all trying their best to find Kassel's S-class.

But the current situation is deadlocked.

Kassel's S-class is like disappearing from the world. They almost searched the planet, but there is still no news of this person.

Some of the mixed races joked that the S-class could have gone to no-man's land, such as the Antarctic and the North Pole.

The speaker is not interested but the listener is interested. At least Kassel, Angers has signed the polar exploration plan and is on the way to implement it. Caesar and Chu Zihang led the teams to the North Pole and the South Pole respectively, in the name of scientific research. , but no one will believe that the action led by the two Kassel student leaders is to go to the polar region to take a photo of penguins and bears.

In order to find the S-rank, the mixed-races tried their best, but the current situation is at a stalemate, and no one has really made effective progress. It is like a pool of stagnant water, and it is like the calm before the storm. People are waiting tacitly.

Waiting for the first thunder that shook the world.

As for what this thunderclap was, and where was the breaking point.

The vice principal already had the answer in mind.

It was... Lu Mingfei's news.

The piercing alarm sounded suddenly.

Heads buried in the pile of documents lifted up one by one.

Staring blankly at each other, gradually, when they finally realized what the alarm meant, the blankness in their eyes was slowly replaced by ecstasy.