Overturned Tower

She stood a little closer to Russell, looked around as if she was nervous, as if she had sensed the sight of the underworld: "Should we... continue to investigate?

"The executive department said...Mr. Chen Gap committed suicide. I think it's meaningless even if we find out...

"They obviously just don't care! Eight bullets in the back, two in the back of the head alone, how could it be suicide—are you listening?"

Ringo babbled in a low voice, but saw Luo Su staring at the corpse without taking his eyes off it.

After a while, Russell suddenly said: "1.8 meters, tall and thin. The arm strength is lacking, and the walking is very stable."

"what?"

"After calculating the trajectory of the bullet marks, the position of the muzzle can be calculated. Although there are no footprints, I can still calculate the approximate body shape of the opponent. If there are footprints, I can also directly give the prisoner modeling."

Russell stared intently at the void in front of him, and said casually: "When I was in school, I liked doing bullet calculations. The executive department of Sogo Island sometimes handed over some cases to me for analysis and modeling. Some unsolved cases, It gives me the feeling of playing a hard-core suspense reasoning game, and it gives me a sense of accomplishment when I solve the puzzle, which is very interesting.”

"Game...?"

Ringo opened his eyes slightly.

She also knew about "Bullet Analysis", and Nephthys University also had to take this course.

During her undergraduate study, she only grasped a little superficial... But just looking at those densely packed formulas and data, Ringo's scalp felt numb—even if the specific calculation steps can be handed over to the calculations on Sky Island The center, but the center that only provides computing power is not smart enough to directly see what happened in the past like going back in time.

Confirming the useful data and selecting the formula must be done by yourself.After getting the initial data feedback, it will be even more difficult to propose various possibilities through irrational deduction...

Unless the deceased remains motionless after being shot—if he moves, even if he just turns around, he must "initialize" the scene in his mind.If the initialization is imprecise, the intersection points of these bullet marks can end up being very strange.

Either fly directly to a height of more than five or six meters, or be buried directly in the soil.If you didn't die immediately when you were shot, but had steps to move and dodge, you might even analyze the bullet marks caused by a gun into seven or eight people; shot.

And the biggest problem here is... Considering the existence of psychic power, those outrageous analysis results may be true.Therefore, a clear analysis report of bullet marks can not only lock data such as number and size, but can even determine whether the opponent is a psychic who can form a special shooting angle.

This also leads to a problem-that is, you cannot directly deduce that your own calculation is incorrect through "the result is obviously unreasonable".That unreasonable result may be the truth instead.

This is a more difficult subject than advanced mathematics... It would be better to say that advanced mathematics, a subject that the mathematics department disdains, is not worth mentioning in front of bullet analysis.The amount of calculations at the level of the complex dynamic system and real variable function can be compared with the ultimate application subject of bullet scar analysis.

And this kind of subject, which has tortured countless students including Ringo, is just... an interesting game in front of Russell?

It's like someone said very naturally, "The real variable function is quite interesting, and I will play it as a game if I have nothing to do."

——What kind of monster is this?

Although Ringo knew that Russell was excellent from the beginning, she didn't really realize why Russell was so good that he was targeted by the elf director until now...

"It's really a pretty hardcore game."

Russell nodded, staring at the void in front of him, and at the same time still had the energy to say with ease: "You see, we can calculate the bullet marks in reverse only through the bullet holes. This is the essence of modern technology. After that, we can also By simulating his position before death, and by simulating his actions after being shot, the details of the crime scene can be directly determined, or as it is now - directly lock the specific data of the prisoner.

"Look...we can figure out that although Dust Gap was shot, he struggled, but he didn't have the idea of ​​fleeing. After the first five shots were shot, the sixth shot was fired after a while, and another accident happened on the way. What?

"If it's about coercion or torture, there's no sign that Chencha's head was pulled out of the water. There aren't even fresh fingerprints left on him. So I deduce that he should have been shot five times after being shot." Forcibly using a physical link, importing or exporting something from his brain.

"From this point of view, the sixth shot may be the real purpose. For example...to destroy evidence.

"And when we calculate his last position before death, combined with the depth of the bullet hole, we can calculate the kinetic energy of the bullet. Then we can judge that he was not pushed into the pool by the impact force after being shot, because that kind of small bullet does not There is no such kinetic energy. He is at least half a meter away from the bathtub. Therefore, when he was hit, he should have jumped towards the pool on his own initiative——Ringo, let me test you, what does this mean?"

"...Dai, what does it represent?"

Ringo's voice suddenly faltered.

It's like dreaming back to the high mathematics class in college - it's like being called by the teacher to stand up and answer questions when you are drowsy and distracted.

The strange but familiar fear made her fall silent for an instant.

"Ringo?"

Didn't hear her reply, Russell frowned slightly and turned around: "Just say what you want to say, I'm not your teacher, what are you afraid of?"

"On behalf of..."

Ringo stammered and tentatively replied, "On behalf of him...he committed suicide?"

As soon as she said this, she realized her stupidity and realized that she had said the wrong thing.

She hurriedly wanted to make amends, trying to restore her image in Russell's mind: "I mean, this probably means...he actually knew that he was going to be shot? Did he do it voluntarily?

"...No, no, I mean..."

"You're right, what are you afraid of?"

Russell glanced at her a little strangely.

Lin Po breathed a sigh of relief, and was still a little dazed: "Ah, that's good... hey...? Am I right?"

"Yes."

Russell nodded: "He exposed his back just to let that person aim.

"It was also after being shot that he fell forward, so that his body could fall into the water accurately, instead of falling on the spot... It was like being afraid of accidentally getting something dirty.

"He will die in the bathroom, probably because it can cover the gunshots and wash away the blood stains—even if he is close to the bathtub and falls down immediately after being shot, there should be blood at the place where he was shot. But the ground is so clean, there are no traces... There can only be one explanation for this, that is, it has been washed here, and it was before the blood was dry.

"Then the situation will be clear."

Russell said, looking at the shower head next to him: "He was shot to death while driving this thing. The sound of water blocked the gunshots and screams, so the neighbors didn't notice it.

"And when we came, although there was still moisture here, the water had already stopped. That means that it was closed when the second person came. The interval between this time is enough for the water to drain away the water. The blood on the ground washed into the sewer.

"—Even if it wasn't Dust Gap who fired the shot, he must have the will and consciousness to die. From this point of view...

"It might really be called suicide."

Chapter 55 dead but alive

"But, but..."

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

"Yeah, 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, it is to give her tutoring... If the executive department cannot analyze logically, then there is really no hope of promotion, and it will really be used as a consumable coolie until death.

It was for her own good—Russell convinced himself so happily in his heart.

"Ugh..."

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, the whole person 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.

Russell was not surprised but pleased when he heard this voice, 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 Holmes, Ordinary people don’t take the complicated and difficult work of bullet-mark analysis as fun. It’s like a high-status foreign guest came, and then the security guard gave them a set of five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulations. It’s somewhat rude .

"And they have already 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 What else can be analyzed. 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 before I could even analyze anything. This is somewhat rude...and if this The matter really needs to be buried, and according to normal logic, I should be kicked out together. But leave me here alone...

"...It's like, I'm 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 start flipping through Russell's chip to kill this baby 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 doesn't resist 'death', I confirmed that you were hidden in the program passed to me. You probably Pretend to 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 boss, hijack the information sent by both parties, and send him what you want Let him see the information, through this behavior to self-copy.

"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', not two 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 spiritual relatives...you will go crazy.

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

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

Even in the flat and mechanical synthetic voice of the monkey-faced eagle, it was difficult to suppress 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 true.

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

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