Overturned Tower

The Overturned Tower Chapter 55 is dead but reborn (ask for a monthly ticket)

"But, but..."

Lingo felt even more confused and confused: "He's all right, so why did he have to die?"

"Yes, why?"

Russell glanced sideways at Ringo: "I think the information I told you is already very detailed. Why don't you guess it yourself?"

"I can't guess..."

The girl had a bitter face, her canine ears drooping: "I didn't do very well in bullet analysis..."

"This is no longer the field of bullet analysis, it's your job—"

Seeing Lin Po's sluggish appearance, Russell's evil taste suddenly came up: "Quickly tell me! Why was he shot to death with the shower head on!"

Well, this is not to embarrass Ringo, but to give her tutoring... If the executive department can't analyze logically, then there is really no hope of promotion, and it will really be used as a consumable coolie until death.

This is for her own good—Russell convinced himself so happily in his heart.

"Woo..."

Ringo let out a mournful sound like a pet dog: "Because, because... because you want to wash the blood on the ground?"

"What else? What else is there on the ground besides blood?"

"…footprint?"

"Yep."

Russell responded with a smile, and announced the answer: "He wants to erase the traces of that person here.

"However, this method is very difficult for normal footprints. It is difficult for shoe footprints to be directly wiped off by this level of water, unless it is intentionally washed. And even if the footprints here are wiped off, there will be no traces in the hall. There will still be footprints.

"Then, why do you want to erase the footprints in the bathroom?"

Seeing that Lingo fell silent, he looked as if he was about to huddle into a ball... Russell didn't feel sorry for her, and replied directly: "Because the evidence he really wants to erase is—he was close to the bathtub here.

"Or to be more specific, what he's trying to erase is the fact that after five shots, he goes into the bathtub and physically connects with the dust gap.

"Then why did he shoot five shots first instead of linking first? Is there anything that can only be done if he is fatally wounded first?"

"—All right, Mr. Russell."

A synthetic voice sounded from Russell's heart without warning.

What he called was not "Ultramarine", but Russell's real name.

When Russell heard this voice, he was not surprised but pleased, instead he said to himself: "You are finally willing to come to see me...

"Just now I was thinking, why did that Mr. Shushu specially send me the software? After all, this kind of thing should be taken and handed over to the professionals in the trace analysis department. Even the members of the front-line executive department can conduct analysis. However, the assassination of an important senior scholar like 'Dust Gap' must be strictly investigated... But Mr. Shushu is not even sure if the murderer is two people.

"From the fact that he was the one who spoke to me, he is already the head of the executive department. Probably a small captain or something.

"I asked him about the situation at the scene, but he couldn't find out by himself. According to normal logic, at most he would put me in it, and it was impossible to specially send me software—except for a freak like me who likes Sherlock Holmes, most people I don’t take the complicated and difficult work of bullet-hole analysis as fun. It’s like a high-status foreign guest arrives, and then the security guards give them a set of five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulations when they meet, which is somewhat rude.

"And they have extracted and preserved the initial intelligence, and now the remaining traces have been destroyed by their footprints and investigations. I can analyze things because I am awesome-generally speaking, it is impossible to think that I am still I can analyze something. Especially that gentleman, he even thought that I was a big shot who had never been in the front line. Then it is even more impossible to give me software, isn’t it?”

"you're right."

The synthetic voice sounded from Russell's head.

Anyone who comes will feel his scalp tingling from such a horrible thing.

But Russell was not in a hurry, without the slightest fear.

Under Lingo's bewildered and terrified gaze, he murmured to himself and boasted: "After they gave me the software, they left without even waiting for me to analyze something. This is somewhat rude...and if this The matter really needs to be buried. According to normal logic, I should be kicked out together. But leave me here alone...

"...It's like, afraid that I will analyze something and tell them.

"I'm right, Mr. Monkey Face Eagle."

"How do you know I'm a monkey-faced eagle?"

That cold and emotionless voice sounded in Russell's mind: "Why aren't you afraid of me?

"I have invaded your brain. Your memory, your thinking, your every move is exposed to my intentions."

"Stop bragging," Russell sneered, "If you could do it, you wouldn't ask me specifically."

Of course, there is another reason that there is a more powerful "virus" stored in Russell's brain.

It is impossible for the monkey-faced eagle to compete against the deer head portrait - the deer head portrait is like a 360 security guard, she herself is a "virus" with low-level permissions, the most stubborn rogue software. It is impossible for other viruses to defeat her.

As long as Russell wanted to, the deer head portrait could easily delete the monkey-faced eagle. And if the monkey-faced eagle dares to touch the data in Russell's chip, it will be immediately reacted by the deer head and killed.

Worried that the monkey-faced eagle really couldn't help but started flipping through Russell's chip, and killed this precious virus that had finally gotten into his brain... Russell directly announced the answer:

"However, I'm not that interested in showing off. Let me tell you directly... When I realized that Dust Gap is not resistant to 'death', I confirmed that you are hidden in the program passed to me. You are probably pretending Be the superior of the executive department, send him fake emails to manipulate his behavior. For example, set up a transfer station between him and his superiors, hijack the information sent by both parties, and send him what you want The information he sees is self-replicating through this behavior.

"And why I can guess that Dust Gap is 'suicide'. And why, I know you are looking at me... that is because I know how you escaped from Chairman Sai Lun.

"Mr. Monkey-faced Eagle—you uploaded your thoughts after you completed the research task sent to you by Sai Lun and before you were killed.

"You dare to use yourself as a technology experiment, why don't you dare to upload your own son?

"When I learned that Dust Gap was going to be killed through some kind of information, I came here one step ahead. First extracted and digitized his thoughts, and then killed him. Before he died, put his' Soul'—or 'Oneness' extraction. Then it killed him completely, destroying his brain.

"This should be to ensure the existence of 'Dust Gap', and there will not be two of them at the same time, right?"

Russell said calmly and confidently.

After a brief silence, the monkey-faced eagle's voice sounded: "Then do you know why I did this?"

He does not deny Russell's speculation, which is a kind of tacit consent.

But it's a pity that Russell wouldn't even pretend to be this cowardly.

Because of this answer, Russell knew not much later than him.

"It's because of the relatives, right?"

Russell said in a deep voice: "Without the protection of the relatives...you will go crazy.

"—Even if the memory can be copied many times, there is only one copy for the soul relative. That is the basis for determining the 'uniqueness of consciousness'."

"...What the **** do you know?!"

Even in the flat and mechanically synthesized voice of the monkey-faced eagle, UU reading www.uukanshu. com couldn't restrain the shock: "What else do you know?"

If he still had his own body, Russell would have watched him "gasp" in place until the world warmed.

But it was a coincidence that what Russell knew happened to end here, not much at all.

But he didn't say that directly, but just showed a mysterious smile.

Russell relaxed, and said leisurely: "I don't know everything, I only know what I know."

—and it is.

The more he knows, the more he doesn't know.

"So, let's talk. Let's talk honestly."

With his hands behind his back, Russell looked at the mirror in the bathroom: "Trust me, you won't suffer."

While he was watching, the container of God who had turned into a godfather was standing behind him, showing a bright smile, and stretching out his thumb to him.

"…it is good."

After a long silence, the monkey-faced eagle still gave in.

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