"But this is just a classification method based on the place of origin to facilitate combat," Liz continued. "Because secondary chelates are invaded by foreign objects, they are usually relatively unfamiliar with local personnel and terrain. Annihilation Relatively easy; while primary chelates have lived in the place where the incident occurred for a long time and have a deeper understanding of the local area, so they are more secretive, more cunning, and more difficult to fight."
Hesta understood, "Is this the same in the wasteland?"
Liz was startled, then shook her head.
"The situation in the wasteland...how should I put it, is different.
"The chelates that appear in the wasteland do not need to be classified into primary and secondary diseases, and even the distinction is meaningless. Because for most wastelands, by the time someone realizes that chelation disease has invaded, it is too late. In some cases, it is too late. People will find ways to escape, while others will wait where they are until everyone gets sick one after another.
"But if the notification is timely, the mercury needle and the coalition government team can arrive before the overall onset, and they can provide treatment and relocation - but the cost of maintaining this contact is very high, because there is no electricity in the wasteland, everything depends on horses and people .
"The overall disease in a wasteland is called a chelate tide." Liz said softly, "However, the hunting of chelates in places far away from towns is often not as restrained as in habitable lands, so we must deal with it It’ll be easier.”
Hesta had already realized that her question was a little inappropriate. This somewhat cruel answer was somewhat a reflection of Liz herself. She brought back memories and pain for no reason.
Liz was silent for a while, then closed the book with a snap and put it aside, "Take out your computer."
"...What to do?"
"Let me help you with the encryption first. I should have done it yesterday. There were too many things to do and I didn't remember..."
Seeing Hesta's puzzled expression, Liz explained the reasoning to her a little bit.
"In other words, it is possible that Sean can see my network operations?" Hesta asked.
"Theoretically, it is possible, but the base has disabled all of Sean's equipment in the past two days, so he should have no tools."
Hesta pondered for a moment, "...Okay, wait for me."
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For several days, Sean was unable to use Calvin's computer - Calvin simply placed his computer in the library of the base.
And the two of them have never been in such a cold war for so long. Several times, Sean tried to use some excuses from life to strike up a conversation again, but he was avoided by Calvin when he was about to speak.
After a series of attempts to no avail, Sean gave up - he finally realized that unless he was ready to have a long conversation with Calvin, he couldn't pretend that the conversation hadn't happened.
There was some resentment in his heart, but he had nowhere to express it. Calvin has already begun preparations for their first actual outing next month, but this time, for the first time, he is not involved in training together. Sean simply kept using various excuses of sick leave and personal leave to escape various short-term simulation battles. To his surprise, the base actually approved them all.
Suddenly, he had a lot of time on his hands.
About a week later, the base suddenly re-upgraded his credit rating from D to C-. Although the order officer Morley personally talked to him and warned him to change his past and be a good person, the rating was improved anyway. This meant that both he and Calvin could live in the student apartment again.
All this briefly aroused Sean's vigilance. After leaving the inspection area, he didn't bother Hesta for several days.
But soon, Sean figured out the whole story - starting from this week, a large number of civilians began to gather outside the base. They shouted the slogan "Let her be free" and removed the flaxen-haired Hesta's head. With it raised high, Sean, who had nothing to do, stood on the main building not far from the main entrance and looked down at it all as if he were watching a show.
He smelled a bit of "putting things to rest" from his own experiences. Presumably, Morley and even the higher leaders of the base did not want or were even afraid of news that someone was bullying Hesta within the base at this time.
But he is not afraid.
Shortly after Sean moved back to the student apartment to "recuperate" with "diffuse headaches", he found a perfect opportunity to sneak into Mrs. Lavitt's duty room on the first floor: Mr. Weir expected that she would be disturbed by those protesting during this period. The reporter was so annoyed that he asked her to drive to the city for a walk one afternoon. They would leave at one o'clock and be back before five o'clock.
In the email, Mr. Weir did not specify which day it would be - it would depend on his remaining workload for the week.
But this didn't bother Sean. Every day after twelve o'clock, he would move a chair and sit under the corridor window to read. The L-shaped path in front of the apartment was almost empty at noon. Whenever someone passed by downstairs, he would raise his hand to take a look.
Soon, he caught Mrs. Lavitt dressed up for the trip. She was wearing a light yellow monochrome coat and a floral dress. The top hat on her head was tied with silk flowers with grass-green tulle. She had a pair of brown low-heeled shoes and held a small black handbag in her hand.
Sean watched Mrs. Lavitt disappear at the end of the road, and then began to estimate the time against the watch. He imagined Mrs. Lavitt slowly walking through the entire base and walking to the underground parking lot to the west, where she would meet Mr. Will. , two people sat in the car, getting farther and farther away from here as the engine started.
When the distance he expected was beyond the range where he would have the thought "I left something in the apartment and I have to go back", Sean closed the book, pretended to go downstairs casually, and came to Mrs. Lavitt's door. Use the universal card prepared in advance to open the electronic lock.
Mrs. Lovett's computer password is very simple: Lovett4576_
It was probably the most perfect password she could come up with. It contained at least a mix of uppercase and lowercase letters, numbers, and special symbols. The only problem: Mrs. Lovett's computer account name was Lovett4576.
But on the bright side, at least she won't be locked out of the system because she forgot her password.
Sean skillfully called up the window he needed, and soon, he raised his eyebrows slightly - Hesta's effective search data stayed at around nine o'clock on Sunday night last week.
It seems that Liz has already upgraded it for her.
Sean typed new commands with great interest to view the few search records of Hesta. This was probably the only thing that aroused his interest in the past week, so that the corners of his mouth were already turning. Slightly rising.
However, this malicious smile soon solidified on his face - even though Hesta had opened a lot of pages, the search topics she entered were all very concise:
How to buy small knives suitable for hiding?
How to forge an alibi?
If a person under the age of twelve is found guilty of intentional homicide, what kind of punishment will he face?
