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After listening to Simu Yu's explanation, everyone suddenly realized.

Wen Zhuo then asked, "Then what do these numbers mean?"

Si Muyu was silent for a moment, "I have a general idea, but I don't know if it's right, so I'll scan the other paintings first."

An hour later, after everyone's efforts, all the paintings were scanned, and behind each painting, there was a string of numbers hidden.

Wen Xia's scalp felt numb looking at the nearly one hundred numbers, "What are these?"

Simu Yu stared at these unrelated numbers for a long time, and a light flashed in his eyes.

"Combine them and it should be a code," he said.

"Combination? How to combine?" Wen Xia asked.

"Password? Where's the password?" Yan Shushu scratched her head.

Si Muyu answered the second question: "The black box password of Gu Yu's brain chip."

Wen Zhuo immediately reacted: "With the password, you can modify the chip program, so there is hope of saving uncle?"

After hearing Wen Zhuo's words, everyone immediately understood the importance of the password, and all turned their heads to look at Simu Yu expectantly.

Simu Yu shook his head lightly, without explaining too much, just said: "It's not that simple, but there is indeed hope."

"So what we have to do now is to line up these numbers, right?" Yan Zhi asked.

Behind each painting is a string of numbers, and after more than ten paintings, there are more than ten strings of numbers. There must be only one correct password. If you want to find the correct order and start blindly sorting without clues, you want to get it right. Sequence is almost impossible.

Si Muyu turned his gaze back to the painting, "The clues for the arrangement should be on it, it's impossible for Slov not to give any hints."

Indeed, this is the only way to go. We have no choice but to study these paintings again.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but everyone got nothing.

In their eyes, painting is just painting.

Wen Xia simply gave up painting. He found a board from nowhere, wrote a series of numbers on it, and began to study whether there would be any regularity between them.

Wen Zhuo asked his brother, "Did you see anything?"

Wen Xia had a serious face: "Not at all. But I'm trying to apply the rules I know one by one."

Wen Zhuo was puzzled with a trace of surprise: "Do you still know the law of numbers?"

Wen Xia proudly raised his chest to his brother, "That's not true. When I was in school, my roommate was planning to take the civil service exam. Didn't there be any numerical reasoning questions in it? I just happened to read a few questions with him in that long time. It was so simple. .”

It was rare for Wen Zhuo to listen to him talk about the university, so he didn't intend to hurt his brother's self-confidence when he heard the words, and encouraged him: "Then you work hard."

In fact, with so many numbers, it is not easy to find the law.

Part of Wen's Group's written examination recruitment will involve similar questions, so Wen Zhuo is aware of the difficulty of finding the rules.

He also considered this problem at the beginning, but he really didn't find any rules between the numbers.

Yan Zhi held a painting in his left and right hands and compared it vigorously. Ruan Chenling stood beside him: "What are you looking at?"

Yan Zhi said: "Do you think it will be arranged in chronological order?"

"Chronological order?" Ruan Chenling raised his eyebrows, thinking along Yan Zhi's train of thought, "You mean that after matching the paintings with numbers one by one, the chronological order of the paintings is the order of the numbers?"

Yan Zhi nodded, "These paintings may be comic strips. String them together to form a complete story. According to this line of thinking, maybe the code can be sorted out."

Ruan Chenling agreed with Yan Zhi's idea, but he gently reminded: "The premise is to understand the content of the painting."

Yan Zhi fell silent, "You are right, so I have been watching."

"Do you understand?"

"I can't understand it at all? These things are just lumps of paste on the painting!" Yan Zhi went crazy.

"But I know this one." Yan Zhi picked up the painting he bought back, "Uncle told me that this painting seems to be a picture of the artist hiding somewhere with the people in the disaster-stricken area to escape the war. Perhaps Si Love's paintings are all related to his life experience."

Wen Zhuo overheard Yan Zhi's last few words, and immediately called Secretary Huang, asking her to bring all the biographies about Slov's life as quickly as possible. The more detailed the content, the better.

Wen Xia silently raised his mobile phone: "Brother, we can use the powerful search engine of the Internet!"

Wen Zhuo gave him a white look, "You've made yourself a fool just by surfing the Internet all day. The accuracy of the information on the Internet cannot be confirmed, and many of the information are not comprehensive."

Yan Shushu echoed: "Yes, when we were in college, the teacher specifically emphasized that we are not allowed to find information in such-and-such encyclopedias, we have to go to HowNet."

Wen Xia thought for a while, and felt that what they said made sense, and this college dropout could only shut up, "Okay then."

Simu Yu originally planned to take the painting and go back, but he didn't expect it to develop to this point. He took the time to call Squid and told him that he would postpone going back and let Squid take good care of Si Guyu.

"How is he?" Si Muyu asked about Si Guyu's situation.

Seeing that his body was covered with various tubes for maintaining physiological functions and testing, the squid really couldn't say "he's okay", so he said to Simu Yu, "Boss, don't worry, my sister-in-law will be taken care of by me."

Because he was worried that Si Guyu's health would continue to deteriorate, the doctor brought him a lot of testing equipment, which were extremely sensitive and could monitor changes in various indicators in real time.

The squid had just finished reporting to Simu Yu that he was safe, and just as he hung up the phone on his back, a certain instrument behind him beeped.

squid:"……"

He couldn't understand anything, so he hurried to call the doctor.

The doctor was called, staring at the wavy lines on the instrument, frowning, "Hurry up and push him into the examination room."

Finally, after some examination, the doctor found that Si Guyu's condition was more serious than they expected.

The squid was worried, "How is it?"

Doctor: "He is at risk of brain death at any time, and we may not have time."

At present, the treatment plan has not yet come out. Although Simu Yu and Xiao Yang are doing their best, it is probably too late.

Maybe in the next second, or maybe tomorrow, Si Guyu may be brain-dead anytime and anywhere.

"How could it be?" Squid couldn't believe it, he whispered, "So suddenly?"

Obviously the last second was fine.

Sadness and powerlessness swept over Squid in an instant, and he roared to vent: "It's so noisy, don't fucking make it louder! Why does this shit keep screaming?"

He was referring to the instrument.

"Shouldn't it?" The doctor was also very surprised, I obviously turned it off.

He walked over to check, but suddenly found that something was wrong.

The doctor was shocked, "Strange!"

Squid: "What?"

"This is impossible. Why is the brain's activity still so high even though the brain function has declined like that?"

The doctor conducted a more detailed examination of Si Guyu's head, and found out that the reason why the instrument kept ringing was because Si Guyu's brain protruded deep, and there was a place that was constantly sending out signals.

The doctor showed the cuttlefish the film, and pointed to the place where the color was obviously different from other parts, "Did you see this?"

"What's wrong here?"

"This is where the activity is abnormally high, even beyond the range of normal people, but this is impossible. Logically speaking, Si Guyu's entire brain has been damaged to varying degrees. To put it bluntly, the brain has been scrapped. Such a high level of activity?"

This is so abnormal that doctors have to take it seriously.

"I want to check again." The doctor said.

An hour later, Squid saw the doctor who walked in in doubt, but when he came out, his face was flushed and he was very excited.

"It's unbelievable, do you know what happened?" the doctor said, "It's the chip! It turned out to be the chip sending out electrical signals!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly said to the squid, "Call Dr. Xiao quickly!"

In the laboratory, Xiao Yang No. 60 sighed five times, the chip was no longer usable.

Although it is not completely damaged, many contents inside the chip are damaged and the information is lost.

Just when he was frustrated, the vulture came to him, "The doctor calls you."

"Doctor?" Xiao Yang thought to himself, maybe something happened to Si Guyu!

When Xiao Yang arrived, he was greeted by a delighted doctor.

Did Si Guyu wake up?

Si Guyu didn't wake up, the doctor wanted to tell him another news.

The chip is passing the signal?

Almost without thinking, Xiao Yang immediately understood after listening to the doctor, "It's Si Guyu! It's him who is sending us information in this way!"

The doctor smiled and nodded, "I think so too."

The squid also understood, and he asked the two of them: "Then how can we get the message that sister-in-law wants to send?"

Xiao Yang yelled "Ah" and slapped his forehead, "I remember I have something!"

A brainwave transmitter.

Stick the transmission tube equipped with special chips on the head of the human body, and the human brain waves can be transmitted to this machine.

This instrument is very precious, because the chip manufacturing technology that needs to be used is very special, which is different from ordinary chips, so so far, this type of equipment is still in the experimental stage.

However, Xiao Yang took out a successful transmission device that can be used normally.

"This is left by Si Guyu." Xiao Yang said.

And it was specially left by Si Guyu for him.

Xiao Yang didn't understand at the time, but now he admires Si Guyu so much.

Could it be that Si Guyu had expected this step a long time ago?

Xiao Yang looked at the unconscious man, and felt that he could not understand his thoughts at all. This man was really too smart, terribly smart.

Everyone got the instrument ready, and saw a few rapidly fluctuating wavy lines appear on the display, and then gradually calmed down. Finally, when the screen went black, all the lines disappeared.

"Yo!"

After a while, such a word appeared on the screen.

Even though it was just one word, Xiao Yang could feel the strong arrogance belonging to Si Guyu from it.

And less flat.

Before everyone could react, another line appeared, "Where is my old attack?"

The rest: "..."

This kind of visual sense of showing affection all the time...

Squid replied obediently: "I'm going to get the painting for you, sister-in-law."

I don't know if Si Guyu heard it, but shortly after the squid finished speaking, the line of words slowly disappeared.

What followed immediately shocked everyone.

[The author has something to say]: All the technology and technical terms designed in it are all the author's nonsense!nonsense!nonsense!please don't take it seriously