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, He coughed out a mouthful of thick phlegm, spit it on a piece of paper Maggie handed over, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the floor.Seeing this series of actions, Jian Ling frowned in disgust.

Maggie put Jian Ling's favorite desserts on the coffee table together with hot tea and coffee, pulled the shawl on her body, and asked Jian Ling, "Are you here on business? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Jian Ling frowned, thinking, I need to say hello in advance when I come here.

"The hotel you live in is not far away. Don't go back too late. The recent generation is not very quiet. Many hooligans are picking trouble nearby, and the police don't dare to intervene." Maggie said while pouring hot tea.

Andrew looked sharply at Jian Ling with gray eyes under his thick eyebrows. He carefully looked at the young man's elegant and low-key clothes and gentle appearance, and then said in a phlegmatic voice, "This is not suitable for you, young man!"

Jian Ling looked at him hostilely again.Andrew didn't take it seriously, "Do you know what this place is? It's full of poor people like us, hooligans, thieves, unscrupulous liars and scumbags." When he said the last word, he deliberately pronounced it heavily, and then watched He glanced at Maggie.

But Maggie just gently added a piece of sugar to the teacup handed to him, "Poor old Andrew, the doctor always controls him to eat sugar, eat it, eat it, anyway."

Andrew took the teacup and coughed twice, "You don't have to talk, I know what you're thinking too. Poor ditch rat, it's really a waste of the technological benefits brought by this era. We're all sitting and waiting to die useless people..."

"Old fellow, you are not useless. Didn't you once manage dozens of taxi boats in this river area?" Maggie interjected.

"Hehehehehe!" Andrew coughed and laughed, "Later, they told me that all taxi systems must be connected to the Internet. Not only that, but even the management must be included in the system. I and dozens of crew members under me lost their jobs collectively! ’ There was an indignation in his tone.

Jian Ling couldn't help interrupting him, "So what? Even if you're unemployed, don't you still have insurance?"

"That's right, pretty boy, you're right. It's this minimum security system, plus the insurance money I paid at work, that keeps me alive." Andrew took a big sip of tea, "For My son is educated, independent, and let me take care of his wife until the end of her life, well, I should have nothing to complain about!"

Maggie turned her head and explained to Jian Ling, "Poor old guy, his wife is dead, and his son is far away in the United States. No, the doctor detected lung cancer again."

Jian Ling stopped talking. Although cancer is still a problem in the medical field, for rich people, organ replacement is as simple and cheap as eating. As long as the cancer cells do not spread in a large area, you can replace it with any one you want, except the brain.He had just heard that Mr. Dulcelle had changed almost all his internal organs.For those who only have basic medical insurance, it is very good to be able to maintain medication.

"Here I am," Andrew said, pointing to his chest, "a hole has rotted. I can't sleep because of coughing every day, and I can only find a moment of comfort when I come to Maggie's place."

Of course Maggie will comfort people, this is simply her instinct, probably only this kind of woman who is engaged in the oldest profession in the world can bring comfort to people without stress.

"My son has already broken off friendship with me." Andrew said again, "Because he thinks I'm shameless, and still looking for sex at such an age. Hahahahahahaha..." There was another burst of phlegm-filled laughter, "It seems that people can be ridiculous when they are young, but they must be serious when they are old."

Jian Ling didn't want to continue listening to those crazy words, so he drank a cup of tea and stood up, "I'll come to see you another day!" He said to Maggie.

"You go!" Maggie looked at him very gently, and his eyes throbbed in his heart, "Don't come here again, I should retire too."

She hugged Jian Ling as usual, and then sent him outside the gate.

When Jian Ling was called from the hotel to the police station to make a statement early in the morning, his mind was still muddled.The policeman on duty was wearing plain clothes and arranged for him to enter the confession room. There was no one here, only a few cameras staring at him coldly.A moment later, the image of a fat policeman "sat" opposite him.

"Mr. Jian? Excuse me, have you been here last night?" Following this question, the door of Maggie's residence appeared before Jian Ling's eyes.

"I've been there!" Jian Ling replied honestly.

The policeman looked at him coldly with the contemptuous eyes of "really a beast in clothes", "Do you often go there?"

"Yes, at least once or twice a year." Jian Ling said frankly.

The policeman looked at his clothes again, showing an expression of "rich people really have taste", and continued to ask, "Do you know Miss Margaery Jansen?"

"I know!" Jian Ling's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that something happened to Maggie, "May I ask what's wrong with Miss Margery?" He asked the question in an anticlimactic manner.

"Miss Yang Sen is a suspect in a murder case," the policeman continued coldly, "I'm taking a statement in the detention room. You are here to assist in the investigation." Seeing that Jian Ling was about to speak, he immediately interrupted, "Sir, now I am here to ask you questions, you just need to answer according to what you know. We are inconvenient to disclose other things."

So Jian Ling shut up wisely. Anyway, Maggie is fine. As for saying that she killed someone, God knows, there must be something wrong, so he relaxed a little and changed his sitting position.

"I want to ask Mr. Jane, when and under what circumstances did you know Miss Margaret Jansen?" The policeman continued to ask questions with a businesslike face.

"I met Miss Margery when I was a boy," Jian Ling said frankly, "I was robbed by three or four hooligans in the street under the canal and was injured. It was Miss Margery who rescued me and gave me Bandage the wound." He looked back with pure and innocent eyes, and the frankness made the policeman suddenly feel ashamed, "Since then, I have to visit her once or twice a year. That's it!"

"That's it!" The policeman repeated, with a slightly disappointed tone, but his facial expression softened obviously, with a little apology, and his words were polite, "We collected the DNA fragments of the latest visitor at Miss Yang Sen's residence, I found you during the comparison, and you happened to be here again, so I summoned you as usual, I hope you can understand."

Jian Ling nodded, "Understood!" Although he really wanted to know what happened to Maggie, he had better restrain himself after thinking about it.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jian, did you go to Miss Yang Sen's place last night? Please tell me about the process and the approximate time."

Jian Ling frowned, and slowly recalled, "When I went to visit Miss Margery, it should have just been dark. Because the night lights on the canal bridge had just been lit, and it would be no later than seven o'clock in the evening. I was in I sat there for a while, drank a cup of tea, and left the hotel." The surveillance police of the hotel must have seen it, so there is no need for him to talk.

"Who did you meet at Miss Yang Sen's place?" the policeman continued to ask.

"A man named Andrew, whom Miss Margery said was her friend." Suspiciousness abounded in Jian Ling's heart, but his face didn't show it at all.

"Is it him?" The head of the man he saw yesterday appeared in front of Jian Ling's eyes, with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, as if he was in a deep sleep.

"Yes!"

"This is the victim," the policeman looked into Jian Ling's eyes, "died on Miss Yang Sen's bed..."

(to be continued)

Peano remainder

Ling Yuge's brain gradually adapted to the speed of the new computer, and his work efficiency doubled. Apart from completing the homework assigned to him by Jian Ling, he was also interested in other things.

He pulled out all the calculation data of the seismic oil recovery done by the North Sea Petroleum Company in the past.Although Mrs. Olsen said apologetically that after several times of formatting and cleaning the hard disk, the data may have been damaged a lot, but fortunately, Jian Ling made a new simulation without encryption by supplementing the remaining data and logic. Available anytime.

A string of turquoise codes flowed quietly on the transparent and invisible screen in front of him, and then stopped suddenly. The internal structure of the earth appeared on the screen, and the image continued to zoom in and out.Deep in the earth's crust, the magma is tumbling, and on the outer edge of the magma, a thin long black line appears, which is where the deep oil reservoir is located.Because of the artificially induced earthquake, a crack appeared in the earth's crust and continued to expand upwards, forming a thin pipeline leading to the surface, along which black oil slowly moved upwards.

Everything looks normal!Ling Yuge wondered where the problem was.

At this time, a red circle showing the singularity of the data appeared, and the stress in that region began to increase geometrically.Knowing that it was a simulation, Ling Yuge still clenched his fists nervously.Suddenly, the stress breaks through the limits of the rock formation, and a true volcanic earthquake is born.This once most active active volcano on Sicily, looks like a monster released from a cage. The flames mixed with oil are sprayed high into the sky under tremendous pressure.

When the oil was sprayed on the ground, a raging fire immediately ignited, magma gushed out, and the ground shook.Even outside the screen, Ling Yuge felt a little unsteady, the fiery flame seemed to pierce the virtual screen directly, making his face burn with pain.

"Mrs. Olsen, when is Mr. Jane free? I need to have an interview with him." Ling Yuge said.

"I'm sorry Mr. Ling, Mr. Jian took two days off due to personal matters, and he won't be able to return to work until the day after tomorrow. I will contact him in time when he returns to work."

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