dear archimedes

Chapter 7 Archimedes' Fairy Tale (7)
He bowed his head to eat unhappily, and Zhen Ai wanted to save him: "Then why did you choose cryptographic logic and behavior analysis?"

Ignore the words.

Zhen Ai asked: "Why?"

"Because IQ is too high, I don't want to waste everything."

Zhen Ai completely shut up.

Owen: "AI, you don't like salmon?"

"no."

"Then why didn't you eat a slice? SA cut it very well." Speaking of this, Owen couldn't help laughing, "He really calculated the speed of salmon with different thicknesses, as well as the ratio of soy sauce and mustard."

Yan Su said quickly: "People who like fish are smart; people who don't like fish are stupid."

"..." Zhen Ai also struggled, "Raw salmon may carry salmonella, vibrio enteritidis and other bacteria; it may also carry many parasites and nematodes."

A flock of crows flew over the dining table.

Owen's knife and fork fell into the plate, and he lay down on the dining table with a sad face, complaining in a muffled voice: "Ai, if you do the same, I will really go crazy."

Zhen Ai smiled, "Ah, I was just joking, salmon is still delicious."

After dinner, Owen went for a walk in the mountains alone; Yan Su read in the library; Zhen Ai followed Marie to see the room.

The second floor is in a classical European castle style, with cashmere carpets, stone wall paintings, and complicated and secluded corridors. If there is no maid to guide you, you will definitely get lost.

Her room is next door to Yansu. The interior decoration is simple and clean, without any fuss.

Marie helped her make the bed, and while tidying up, she said to herself that it is not good to talk to the bones, so the beds at home are all hard boards, and she muttered something: "He is a miracle."

Zhen Ai didn't understand, and didn't ask, she packed up and went down with Marie.

Going to the library, Yan Su sat in a wheelchair with his eyes slightly closed, his slender legs crossed on the piano bench.I don't know if I'm taking a nap or thinking.Xu Shi closed those piercing eyes, and at this moment he looked extremely fresh, even a little weak.

Several long wires were stretched between the piano and the bookshelf, and rows of live photos and recording papers were sandwiched between them.

"Thinking about testimony?" Zhen Ai had no place to sit and leaned against the piano.

Yan Su opened his eyes, saw that she was standing, and moved her legs a little to this side.Zhen Ai looked at a heel mark that was slowly dissipating on the piano bench, felt strange, and sat down beside his feet.

"No." He lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, and when he raised his eyes, he had recovered his usual clarity, "Do you know why the answers of these four people are all similar?"

Zhen Ai didn't answer, she knew that he would rather talk to himself at this moment.

"Because the most vague answer is the safest. Everyone has something they want to hide, but they want to know if the police know what they are hiding."

Zhen Ai bit the corner of her lips lightly, her dark eyes flickered under the light: "But you want to say that this kind of small case won't trouble you at all, will you?"

"Yes."

"In human communication, 75% is non-verbal. Even if they express 25% of lies verbally, I can still see 75% of the truth." Yan Su raised his hand and slid across the piano keys, a string of quiet notes, " It's a shame they ran into me."

Such arrogant and conceited words, once said by him, became extraordinarily true.When interviewing witnesses today, she had caught glimpses of flashes in his head.

Zhen Ai pursed her lips, because of him, she participated in the strange and novel world outside, she was apprehensive and at a loss, but happy and looking forward to it.But on the surface without her, the disturbance was still calm, and he raised his eyes and stared straight at him.

The too direct gaze made his face stiffen: "What?"

"You didn't even infer their personalities. For example, Taylor is not very clear; Wen Bo is cautious; Zhao He has both sides; Yang Zhen has a weird personality."

Yan Su contemptuously said, "If you analyze this kind of behavior, you will be beaten to death."

Zhen Ai shrugged and said it doesn't matter.

Yan Su lowered his head slightly, his light-colored eyes sank into the depths:

"It's okay to infer facts based on evidence, but it's far-fetched to make a psychological portrait of others without authorization. This is not an illusory unknown person in a serial murder case. The four of them stood in front of us quite normally, and they can't even be called criminal suspects. With their own It is a mental violation to pry into the psychology of ordinary people and draw conclusions without professional knowledge. There is no doubt that this is not the purpose of my major.”

Zhen Ai was slightly surprised, shocked by his calm and upright spirit.

With momentum and momentum, this is a truly reliable and reliable man.

No wonder he became a special advisor to the FBI and CIA at such a young age. There are many people with such professional skills, but a talent like him with a clear bottom line is the most valuable.

Yan Su added: "Behavior analysis is not a separate subject, and it is not as magical as you imagine. Many times it needs to assist psychological criminal investigation and forensic evidence. Sometimes, even the evidence may be false."

Zhen Ai's heart suddenly became peaceful, and she could hear her own slow heartbeat.

"In the beginning, you said that three things were missing. Except for the jewelry box and the ring box. The third item should be a note, but how do you know there is a note at the scene?"

Yan Su took off a photo from the rope and handed it to Zhen Ai.

It is a close-up of the two imprints left on the dressing table after it was stained by fog and rain, one is rectangular and the other is square.There is a small triangular bulge on the rectangular imprint, circled by him with a red marker, which is particularly obvious.

Zhen Xin was convinced.He could see it right there.His powers of observation are too keen.

"It turned out that a note was pressed under the jewelry box. Now that the jewelry box fell to the ground, the paper was gone."

"Well, I specially asked someone to check there. There are traces of stickers. It's on a sticky note."

"Could the murderer have taken it?"

"It's unlikely." Yan Su put the glass firmly on the piano, and said calmly,

"The jewelry box was accidentally dropped on the ground when someone was pulling out the note. The reason for pulling it was because the person was standing in an inconvenient position and didn't want to step on the blood. It was too far away, so I couldn't pick up the jewelry box and pick it up again. The paper. The ornaments fell into a pool of blood, but it wasn't stained with blood. That means the blood had started to solidify when the paper was taken away. I don't think the murderer came back to get it. If he wanted to take something in the first place, he wouldn't forget it. "

He leaned back in his chair: "So, before we found the murder scene, someone went there."

Like a wizard, he completely controlled her mind.Her mind was blank, and she could only hear his deep and mellow voice, unhurriedly and gracefully as if playing a piano, detailing the cases in detail.

This is something she has never been in contact with. Evidence, reasoning, and details are all tense and exciting. The excavation of every little detail will affect the whole body. Little by little, at a certain moment in the future, quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes.

What a thrilling thing that was!

She looked at him seriously, and suddenly had a sudden thought, not knowing how his brain works, so she really wanted to dissect it to have a look.

Yan Su's eyes turned and met Zhen Ai's quiet eyes.As usual, very clean, but very clear, without revealing any emotions, without any theory of behavioral psychology to rely on.

Since the first meeting, he saw a lot of information about her, but every time he got along with her, he couldn't see what she was thinking, and there was no new information to add.

She is really a strange girl, the more you get in touch with her, the more you can't see through her.

What's even more strange is that their thoughts can always meet in one place, and they won't have nothing to say, won't have a wrong rhythm, and won't be inexplicable.

Zhen Ai asked: "You...do you already know who the murderer is?"

He casually said "hmm".

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"How did the murderer leave the scene?" Yan Su clasped his hands together, pressed them against his lips, and stared sharply at the void.

Zhen Ai also frowned, the murderer originally planned to kill by drowning, so how did she not get splashed with blood, or escaped safely after being splashed with blood?

Yan Su let go of his gaze, and looked up at the tall stained glass window in the library.

Outside the window was the boundless night, which made the colorful pictures on the glass particularly vivid. He suddenly said, "I think of the fairy tales I heard when I was a child. In that world, good and evil are always distinct and very simple."

Zhen Ai was surprised: "Did you also read fairy tale books when you were young?"

Yan Su has an expression of "that's not the point": "My mother is a magical woman. I didn't get rid of her fairy tales until I was able to move. After 2 years old, I would rather listen to famous speeches than Would love to hear her story."

"Two years old?"

Yan Su had an expression of "why you still can't grasp the point" written on his face, and said stiffly, "I'm sorry, I'm more precocious."

A picture emerged in Zhen Ai's mind, a young mother holding a book of fairy tales and telling them softly, while the child in the crib was flailing and rolling around.She couldn't help the smile on her lips.

Yan Suqingyi's face turned gray for a while: "Stop any boring thoughts in your mind immediately!"

Zhen Ai smiled, dissatisfied: "Do you know how to read minds or what?"

"Do I look like a gypsy? You have such a passion for non-scientific stuff."

Zhen Ai retorted: "It is enough to say two words 'no'."

Yan Su turned his head away, and whispered disapprovingly: "If you read too many fairy tales, you will believe in unnaturalness."

"My mother never told me fairy tales. I have only heard two fairy tales since I was a child."

Yan Su looked back and saw that she wasn't lying: "It's not scientific."

Zhen Ai shrugged: "Really. The first story my mother told me was The Adventures of Candy House, it was scary."

Yan Su looked strange: "You mean Hansel and Gretel?"

"Well," Zhen Ai nodded, her face turned pale, "it's about a brother and sister who were abandoned by their parents and went to a candy house in the forest. Chocolate, roofed with kebabs..."

His steep brows were raised cautiously, and he cooperated infinitely: "So... this is a horror story?"

Undoubtedly, he couldn't understand what was going on in the woman's mind.

Zhen Ai blushed, and explained softly: "The witch in the candy house used these to confuse Hansel, fatten him up and eat him."

His expression was like enlightenment, and he nodded slowly, "Yes, it's scary."

Zhen Ai: "..." Suddenly I really want to use him as a guinea pig.

Yan Su saw that she drooped her eyes and said nothing, her face was slightly pale and her hands were clenched into fists, which made him puzzled. After thinking about it for a moment, an idea suddenly flashed across his mind.Could it be that the reason why fairy tales become nightmares is because of empathy.

"You have a brother?" he asked casually.Zhen Ai's black eyelashes trembled violently, and she wanted to deny it, but considering his observation and analysis ability, lying was futile, so she simply remained silent.

Let's go deeper into the analysis. "And..." He was about to say something, but the rest of the words froze on his lips.

Could it be... dead, perhaps very miserable.Their family is likely to belong to some kind of organization, only she escaped.

To her, isn't that place an evil candy store?

Yan Su's words were left on the way, silent.

Zhen Ai lowered her head and stared at her fingers. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly raised her head: "Did you see the password I gave you last time?"

"I didn't read it." Yan Su said bluntly, "Although I am interested in all the passwords in the world, I will not let my ability be used by others. This sentence is not aimed at you, but your password, obviously You wrote it yourself."

He paused and said, "If someone threatens or harasses you, I'll help you deal with it; but if it's just your hobby or a personal transaction, I won't satisfy you."

Zhen Ai didn't find it disobedient, but a little funny.

Anything to do with solving puzzles has a natural fascination for him.It must be very uncomfortable for him to bear not to read that string of passwords.If someone wants to use passwords to do bad things, he certainly can't answer them for his own interest and desire for performance.

She smiled: "I'll ask you for help after I've figured it out and told you the reason."

Yan Su looked up at her.She is more casual and open-minded than he imagined, and she doesn't care about trivial matters.He could imagine her harsh upbringing environment and the horror experience that can only be seen in spy movies, but although she was calm and calm, she was never cold and cold, nor did she look gloomy or jealous.

Such a person makes him want to... research.

"What about the other fairy tale? Haven't you heard two fairy tales?"

"Oh," she smiled, obviously this fairy tale is happy, "the story of Archimedes."

"...how did I not know that Archimedes wrote fairy tales?"

"It wasn't written by him, it's a story with him as the main character." At this moment, her dark eyebrows and eyes flashed, "He was very confident and said, 'give me a lever, and I can move the earth', a person Isn’t it very heroic and inspiring? Later, the Roman soldiers broke through the city to kill him. He squatted on the ground to write and draw, and said nonchalantly…”

"Wait until I finish writing the equation."

"Wait until I finish writing the equation."

in unison.

Echoing the words, the meaning was still unfinished, and he took a breath calmly: "Yes, at any time, science and knowledge must not bow to politics and force. Scholars must not bow to power."

Zhen Ai was slightly taken aback, lowered her eyes, and smiled faintly: "This is the most beautiful fairy tale I've ever heard."

Seeing the satisfied smile on her lips, Yan Su's heart twitched slightly, he got up and went to the bottom corner of the bookshelf, brought a pile of books over, placed them all on the piano cover, and said, "I'll make up your lessons for you."

Zhen Ai is strange.

Yan Su picked up a book and quickly got into the mood to tell the story:

"Once upon a time there was a princess who was very stupid. She ate a witch's poisoned apple and died. She was kissed by a prince and she lived." He frowned unhappily and couldn't continue, "Who wrote such an illogical story? ?another."

He threw the book aside and leaned forward to take another one. "There was a girl who lived in the attic and worked as a maid. She danced with the prince and married the prince."

Zhen Ai didn't feel the happiness of listening to fairy tales at all, but looked at him cautiously. Sure enough, a trace of inexplicable flashed in his light brown eyes, "What are you talking about?"

Another one.

"There was a mermaid who traded her voice for a pair of human legs, and wanted to be with the prince, but the prince married someone else, and then she died."

"..."

"Tragedy?" Yan Su was quite dissatisfied, secretly annoyed that he didn't tell Zhen Ai a better story, "Change to the animal world."

"There was a little duck, he was ugly and sad, and finally he turned into a big white goose."

"..."

After a strange silence, Yan Su shook his head and smiled silently: "As expected, Archimedes is a fairy tale."

He raised his head slightly, his eyes followed the rows of silent books, and he didn't know where to stop.The soft light hit his pupils, and he said:

"Without a doubt, this is the best fairy tale I've ever heard."

This sentence of recognition warmed Zhen Ai's heart.

She took a deep breath, looked away calmly, saw the live photos behind Yan Su, and asked, "Owen said you saw that the password was a death threat, but you haven't explained the reason yet. Did you say no again just now?"

Yan Su copied a piece of paper and started to draw with a pen.

Zhen Ai leaned over and saw him drawing the Morse code, and just about to ask, she raised her eyes and landed on his handsome face.Just now, she moved closer without knowing how to measure, and the distance was very close. She smelled the fresh fragrance of his body, like the forest in the morning.

Her heart was pounding, she cautiously shrank back a little, her voice was weaker: "Do you remember the imprint on the paper, do you have the ability of photographic memory?"

"A man's head is like a library," he said without looking up,

"The six senses of human beings are like books, piled up in a mess, a lot of information will be covered, and only the surface can be seen. But if you sort and sort, clear and classify, when you need to find it, you can quickly retrieve it by entering the index. For example, for this password, I tagged it with keywords such as 'Zhen Ai', 'Moss', 'Not worth mentioning'..."

He heard the silence around him, even the sound of the girl's breathing close to his ear was held.

He paused his fingers slightly, and he didn't need to think about her expression now - her eyes widened slightly, inconceivable.It's like telling her that people's hands secrete oil when they first met.She will definitely say speechlessly: You only need to answer "yes".

He stopped, continued to write the password, and said after a while, "Yes, I have a photographic memory."

He added woodenly, "And what I heard... smelled... tasted... felt..."

He frowned silently, why did he tell her so much?

(End of this chapter)