When Yan Keshou followed Song Qiang into the office, he noticed that there were two soldiers with guns on their shoulders standing at the door of the room. Zhao Zhenxue was the only one in the room, sitting in front of an ordinary desk, and she was holding a pen and writing something on a stack of white paper.

The sound of opening the door reminded her. She raised her head and nodded to the two of them. Yan Keshou sat down opposite Zhao Zhenxue. Song Qiang had no expression on his face, but he just stood beside the two of them and did not move.

"Is it really going to fight?" Yan Keshou glanced at the guns on the backs of the two soldiers at the door, looked at the white paper that Zhao Zhenxue was about to put away, and asked casually, "But if the opponent is Carmel, it would be useless to protect him no matter how many people were. By the way, what were you writing just now?"

"Nothing," Zhao Zhenxue shook her head, put the paper and pen into the drawer, and said straight to Yan Keshou, "I have something to ask you for help."

After Zhao Zhenxue spoke, Song Qiang took two steps forward. In the face of the two of them, they opened a switch on the desktop. Seeing the two microphone inlets deliberately installed on this ordinary table, Yan Keshou was a little surprised. Then, suddenly he understood. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Song Qiang in disbelief and said, "Are you under house arrest?!"

"I voluntarily accepted the review, and Captain Song just obeyed the order," Zhao Zhenxue said to Yan Keshou, who was about to have an attack. "After all, I am the last person to contact Carmel in an official capacity, but these are not important now. Next, the things I want to ask you for help are the key to the problem."

"Wait, I'll ask first, who else can hear what we say now?" Yan Keshou looked at the honeycomb volume entrance on the desktop suspiciously and asked.

"The Leader of the Review Team"

"No, I don't want you to say that you are just a prisoner now, what can you know?" Yan Keshou interrupted Zhao Zhenxue's words, and then turned his head to Song Qiang, "You said."

"Many people," Song Qiang raised his wrist to pay attention to the time, "including the highest government decision-making level you can imagine, I suggest you should hurry up. It is less than 18 hours before the ultimatum time Carmel said."

Song Qiang's serious attitude calmed Yan Keshou a little, but he finally reminded him: "If you come to me to use hacking methods to achieve certain goals, I can tell you first that Carmel has cut off all the physical connections of the network, which is impossible."

Zhao Zhenxue shook her head: "No, we are here to come to you this time, just want you to help find someone."

"Help find someone?" Yan Keshou couldn't understand. "If you were talking about character recognition software, this software was made public to you four years ago. As for AI, others don't believe it, Zhao Zhenxue, don't you believe me? I have said a long time ago that so far, there is only one more mature AI that is considered to be kl3300, and the other AIs have not received relevant training at all. According to the learning curve of kl3300, it will take at least one week for AI to complete the basic recognition of character characteristics. In this regard, I really can't think of anything else to help you."

"No, you misunderstood. This time I came to you, not for your image recognition software," Zhao Zhenxue waved his hand and said, "I remember you said that five years ago, when you first found Yifan, you were using a virus program developed by yourself to accurately lock the other party's IP address on the Internet. Is that true?"

Zhao Zhenxue's words surprised Yan Keshou. He was in a panic and didn't know how to answer, Zhao Zhenxue took the initiative to say what he didn't say in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Yan Keshou," Zhao Zhenxue apologized, "Although I promised to keep it a secret for you, it's really irrelevant than the matter I asked you for help. Don't worry, the government will not pursue your responsibility for these previous hacking behaviors."

This program is Yan Keshou's proud work of learning hacking technology in college. In his opinion, it is simply a perfect example of the strengths of artificial intelligence and hacking technology. Although he has never used this software because he has devoted himself to artificial intelligence projects over the years, this does not prevent the virus from gradually affecting more and more computers as the computer continues to develop.

When he and Zhao Zhenxue collaborated on anti-magic, he mentioned his software. He hoped that the software would play a role, but later he seemed to have given up on this plan. After a long time, Yan Keshou himself forgot that in recent years, only when it was particularly necessary, Yan Keshou would think of using the relevant information collected by this "virus". For example, the implementation of all his "illegal" methods before actually relied heavily on the relevant accounts and passwords collected and analyzed by this software. He and Zhao Zhenxue have always had a certain tacit understanding. Zhao Zhenxue concealed it for him, and Yan Keshou would also help her when necessary.

After Zhao Zhenxue finished speaking, he looked at Song Qiang, and the latter immediately added Zhao Zhenxue's words: "As long as you actively cooperate with the government's actions this time, the government promises not to pursue any consequences caused by any previous hacking."

Yan Keshou just tugged at Song Qiang's promise, because as a hacker, Yan Keshou has always regarded himself as an anarchist. Although previous projects inevitably had to deal with the government, in his heart, he still tried his best to keep himself away from government behavior. Zhao Zhenxue had always wanted Yan Keshou to help her full-time, but he always used the project as an excuse and agreed.

He just turned his gaze back to Zhao Zhenxue again: "If you want to find someone, just tell me. I will definitely help you. But you should know that if this program needs to be accurately locked into a person, it must have certain Internet operation information from the other party. That is to say, the other party must have used my virus computer for a long enough time, so that it can collect enough information and ensure that the other party is online. This program does not have an IP history record function. If I personally suggest, it is best to use image recognition software, as long as there are a few full-body photos or a target video, even if the clarity of the satellite and road monitoring systems is not good, the success rate is still there. Unlike this virus, the luck component is too great."

"We know all of what you said," Song Qiang interrupted, "But the problem is that we have no image information for the target at all. At present, we only provide Carmel. I don't know whether it is true or false. The main mentions are just some characters' behavior characteristics. I didn't think of success when I came to you this time, but I just tried my luck. If I could find the target, this war would probably not happen."

"Wait, you said, Carmel just now?" Yan Keshou was a little confused, but then he seemed to figure it out, "What you mean is that Carmel launched this war to find someone who might be completely false? Do you believe this kind of despicable excuse?"

"Although I know this sounds ridiculous," Zhao Zhenxue nodded, "but we still hope that unnecessary wars can be avoided as much as possible, and we have made corresponding preparations for wars."

"I really don't know what to say," Yan Keshou leaned back and said to the two of them, "Okay, what kind of person should I find, you can start talking about it. If possible, it's better to find a computer that can access the Internet, which can save a lot of unnecessary time."

Zhao Zhenxue calmed down, as if she was recalling something, as if she was listening to a certain voice, her eyes were fixed in the center of the two people. After such a loss of consciousness was maintained for a while, she began to speak, but it sounded that what she said was not what she wanted to say, but was just reposted from another person. Yan Keshou guessed that it might be a minister Carmel. However, it was strange that Song Qiang seemed to turn a blind eye to this situation: "The target had just arrived on Earth for less than a month, and was a young man, but he was unfamiliar with computer operations. The keywords searched on the Internet may be related to Carmel, magic, consciousness network, etc. Oh, especially Ivan, the frequency should appear particularly high. In addition, the keywords may also involve the exact location of the following place names targets, which should be limited to the five southwest provinces."

"That's all?" Yan Keshou was still ready to listen to Zhao Zhenxue continue, but the other party stopped.

"It's only so much at the moment," Zhao Zhenxue looked at Yan Keshou with some concern, "Why, aren't these information enough?"

"Enough!" Yan Keshou sneered and said something familiar to Zhao Zhenxue. "For a behavioral analysis software, even if you don't have information, it can work. However, the information you get will be everyone in the database. Generally speaking, the more accurate the information, especially the behavioral information, the more accurate the results you get will be. As for what you just said, the five southwestern provinces, young people, unfamiliar operations, and search keywords, you can know that the searched results may be tens of thousands. Do you still have time to identify them? Also, if the target does not go online at all during this period, even if we are busy, we will not have a result."

However, although Yan Keshou was complaining, he quickly clicked on the program control interface in the server. After familiarizing himself for a few seconds, he opened the source program related to the condition settings, and then his fingers quickly jumped on the keyboard.

Yunnan, Dali Ancient City.

In the past, the ancient city streets were bustling with tourists everywhere, but now, except for the occasional sight of several patrol soldiers, they are now empty. The shops on both sides of the street are locked, and occasionally there are a few locals. The patrol soldiers will also go forward with flashlights as soon as possible, check their ID cards, and strictly warn residents that the army is now conducting an "anti-magic" exercise in the city. During the exercise, any residents are strictly prohibited from going out. If they have food needs, they can apply and the army will deliver it to their door as soon as possible.

In an ordinary travel inn in the ancient city, a young man with a very average appearance and seemed to be sitting in front of the computer in the public living room without saying a word, his brows were deeply locked, as if he was worried, and he seemed to be hesitating. In this emotional fluctuation, his hand subconsciously shook the mouse, making it draw one twisted curve after another on the computer screen.

Just as he was hesitating, another new fork appeared. He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned off the computer, and the fork disappeared.

Behind him, two men and women were smiling around a table and raising their "upgrade". Near the sofa, there were seven or eight passengers gathering to play Three Kingdoms Kill. The young people were thinking, and the group of people enthusiastically sent out an invitation: "One is missing, we can teach you no matter how much."

He turned around and tactfully rejected their invitation: "No, you guys can play." Then he walked to the windowsill again and glanced at the street, a military truck full of soldiers who had just passed by.

He raised his head and stared blankly at the dark night above his head. Is this the future of this world? He asked himself softly.

Or your own.

He turned around and glanced at the dozen young men and women who were having fun behind him, lifted their right hand and pressed their index finger against their temples.

He knew that he was an extravagant move, but he still looked at it habitually. He hoped to see some miracles, but every time, he could only see the same thing-their future, just like this world, only death is waiting at the end.

The city will be razed to the ground, the sky will be covered by clouds all year round, cold, death and plague will follow, civilians will struggle in pain, choose, and eventually, this will become hell.

"Maybe it can be changed." He said to himself, "It's just a possibility."

"Maybe, from beginning to end, nothing can change." He whispered himself, because it had never been for thousands of years.

He knew that perhaps his current exposure could bring temporary peace in this world, but what does this have to do with him? War will come sooner or later, sooner or later.

The price of doing so means that the road ahead will be shrouded in deeper fog. This is a world of misty mist. If you are so ignorant, perhaps the end will be in front of you in the next moment.

He knew very well which one was more cost-effective in the years of more than a dozen people or their own hundreds of years.

No one here would know that at this moment, in the heart of this young man who forgot about it, a choice they could not imagine was being made, and this choice would likely affect this country, no, or even everyone in this world, who survived.

"Hey," a girl of about the same age as him greeted him, "Why, what's the emergency delaying this accident?" She said, pointing to the soldier who was patrolling with a flashlight outside the window.

This unanimous "exercise" carried out across the country had to make many people temporarily change their plans, causing a lot of inconvenience, and naturally also creating a lot of additional "fate".

If he remembered correctly, the girl should be a companion in the same tour group as him. From her sweet smile, it is not difficult to find that the other party seemed to have paid attention to him along the way, but he just didn't pay attention to her.

"No." The young man answered simply.

His life has never been unexpected, and nothing can delay him. If such a thing really happens, he must be willing to accept it, such as now.

"I just saw that your clothes drying on the balcony fell to the ground," the young man made a random excuse and said to the girl.

The girl left as expected and went upstairs. When she pushed open the balcony door, a strong wind blew, and the somewhat damaged plastic clothes rack fell to the ground under the dual action of gravity and wind.

Everything was as he saw, without any surprises.

"Maybe, I should go to see the mage?" When I returned to my room, the young man subconsciously recalled that he had collected information about the other party on the Internet.

But when he thought of the mages who used the consciousness network he had encountered, he still felt that this was not a wise choice.

Moreover, the other party is now looking for him, and his purpose is unknown.

You know that the other party is looking for you, so do you know that you know?

He had no idea that in his own field of vision, the other party was in chaos, which meant that the other party was also looking at him. Perhaps the other party was not as good as him, and he could see clearly, but it was certain that he could see.

However, one thing is certain. If you appear or are "found" within 18 hours, the recent war has subsided and will not appear, and the war will break out.

He has been making similar choices in his life, and made the most favorable choices from the road ahead that he can see.

Making a choice is harder than seeing it, and hesitation is his norm.

To be honest, he hated war very much, because war would cast a deeper fog on the whole world, and without this wizard named Ivan, he would be willing to calm it all.

But many times, things don't develop as people hope.

Countless pictures he could see floated by his mind. He stopped at the fork in the road, trying to see further and further, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not see ahead that was enough to satisfy himself.

The young man was still observing and hesitating.

Judging from the path Ivan had walked before, he should be a trustworthy mage, but no one can guarantee that he is still now.

In the world he has seen, no road is a smooth road that moves forward, and is a path that is constantly twisted and forked. The past cannot guarantee the present, nor can it guarantee the future. Be cautious, be cautious-the mage constantly reminds himself that at this critical moment of making decisions, over and over again.

It started raining outside the window without any surprise. A cool breeze poured in from the open window, blowing the signs on the window table in the living room, causing a stir in the living room.

Except for the girl who had just collected her clothes and returned to the living room, no one noticed that the ray of light that had just penetrated from the crack of the door was extinguished as the gust of wind disappeared.

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