"What's wrong?" Brother Shui noticed Li Liang's unhappy expression and asked.
K also cast a glance from the co-pilot.
"It's okay." Li Liang waved his hand in such a weird way. Telling the story only increased the psychological pressure on everyone.
He leaned over the front windshield and took a look at the road conditions. He found that the car had deviated from the main street and was getting on the elevated highway. "Where are you?"
Mizuno, a voice came from the front, "We went around Dongcheng to avoid the evening rush hour."
Old Tang smiled and said, "Yes, if someone chases us, we can go to Ise Business District again."
One trick that can be eaten all over the world?
Li Liang smiled bitterly. He ran away last night, but he didn't expect that he would have to do it a second time so soon.
Originally, the Mayfly Presbyterian Church would pass the control tomorrow, and the lottery winning numbers would be released to other middlemen. However, the contact information came from the group. According to the news, the Presbyterian Church seemed to have been infiltrated by Li Chengshu.
Thinking of this, Li Liang leaned forward and asked, "How will K's elders know the contact information of the middleman?"
k was silent for a moment, "Do you know about sticky sticks?"
"Well, I heard Cain say about Mayfly. She is the current assassin's chief stickler, and the teacher's already..."
"Dead," K said in a calm voice, "In the past, every president who resigned would automatically become the bus liaison to control all the back-line personnel. Once the situation becomes critical and the back-line liaison needs to be activated, the bus liaison will replace the Presbyterian Council. We middlemen who issue secret orders through the lottery will follow the secret orders and contact the bus contact person individually. "
Li Liang suddenly realized.
A person who has dedicated his life to the Mayfly must be a tried-and-tested leader who is absolutely loyal to the organization. It is very reasonable for him to control the hidden line on behalf of the Presbyterian Council, which can avoid principled problems in group decision-making to the greatest extent.
After all, sometimes groups are not as clear-headed as individuals.
Li Liang remembered that the last call he made to Cain on the first day was to a "submarine rental company". The person who answered the phone at the front desk had a very old voice and was probably from the bus contact. Cain was not shy about the whole call. It shows that she trusts this bus liaison very much.
But once the Elder Council of this mechanism is penetrated...
"If the Presbyterian Church is infiltrated," K said in a depressed tone, obviously still unable to accept the news, "the bus contact person will be in danger."
Li Liang nodded.
The Presbyterian traitor could read the lottery winning numbers and follow the information to find the bus contact, and then wait and wait for all the middlemen to hit him.
The situation that led to this near-catch-all situation was not the mechanism. The problem was that the core decision-making layer of any organization was penetrated. As a result, no mechanism was used.
At least there is still a glimmer of hope for the Mayfly mechanism.
As a bus liaison to the retired assassin leader with rich experience and former stickiness, he must be very cautious. Maybe he can detect problems in the Presbyterian Church in time and there is still room for maneuver.
At this time.
Having been silently listening to the conversation between the two, Old Tang suddenly asked, "What kind of lottery is the lottery?"
Li Liang said casually, "Hash Lotto."
"When is the next lottery draw?" Old Tang said in a strange tone.
"Tomorrow" K turned around impatiently and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Uh..." Old Tang turned to look out the window and pointed at something in confusion. "That's not right. Is the lottery ticket you are looking at the Hash Lotto?"
"Um?"
Li Liang leaned forward and looked through the car window on Old Tang's side.
At this moment, the car was driving on an elevated highway and he had a wide field of vision. He saw outside a building in the distance, and a lottery advertisement was scrolling on the full-size giant screen.
The cartoon logo displayed at the top is the Hash Lotto.
"How is it possible?" K asked in the passenger seat, "Is the bus contact crazy?"
A series of numbers appeared one after another on the giant screen.
"What did you write?" Li Liang asked hurriedly.
Mizuno set the car to autopilot and leaned over to stare at the screen in the distance with K.
For a moment, K muttered, "3a345 of 205 of d of st."
"That's right." Mizuno sat back in the driver's seat and took over the driving again. "It's the 3a345, the 205, the d, the st."
"What do you mean?" the three people in the back seat asked at the same time.
K frowned and explained, "The 3a represents the next cipher text description. It is a location. 345 represents Third Street. 345 is the house number. 205 should be the building. The d in a certain room number represents the destroyed one. st represents the original structure after destruction." Waiting."
Li Liang was stunned.
Did the bus liaison tell all the intermediaries to blow up room 205 at 345 Third Avenue and wait there?
Why?
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Fotel Hotel, 345 Third Avenue.
Room 205.
"Dr. Xisen's" short and fat, Daji looked away from the window and said with a smile, "the winning numbers of this hash lottery are not exactly the numbers you said."
"Ah?" Xisen shook his head, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. "It seems there is something wrong with this calculation method."
"This does not affect the fact that you are an extraordinary scientist," Daji said, "After all, it only took you two hours to summarize a brand new calculation method with an accuracy of 60%."
Xisen smoothed his gray hair and waved his hand, "You know a little bit about mathematics." He stood up and rubbed his waist and asked casually, "What's your positive motivation index?"
"Does +78 need to be adjusted?"
"Yes." Xisen stretched his arms and "set it to +85."
"Okay," Daji said with a dazed smile, "This is really a wise decision made by Dr. Xisen."
"Hey~~ That's right." Xisen nodded with satisfaction. "According to the agreement with Cain, we can see Li Liang tomorrow morning. Then you should encourage him more. Although Zhuos is very powerful, With the support of Putnam's family, he can do it with confidence ~ don't be afraid."
"You are truly a far-sighted Dr. Xisen," Daji said in a sincere voice. "Li Liang will definitely be able to muster up the courage to stop Zhuosi's evil plan."
Xisen scratched his head and couldn't help but wonder if the positive motivation index was set a little too high?
At this time, Daji said again, "But Dr. Xisen's Putnam family does not support Li Liang. Only you support Li Liang."
"..."
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Room 209 is three rooms away from 205.
Dro pushed the door open and walked in, slamming the door hard.
"Why are you back?" House looked down at the tablet, "Is the old man asleep?"
Dro picked up the beer on the table and said impatiently, "The old man is bragging to the robot again, and none of his words are of any use."
"What did you say?"
"It's Putnam again," Dro said, taking a sip of beer. "Anyway, we already know that the old man is waiting. Just wait for Li Liang tomorrow morning."
"Well, if he wanted to be alone, we would tie him up. If he wanted to be alone, we would talk to him." House said casually and suddenly laughed.
"What's wrong?" Dro wondered.
House raised his head with a mocking look on his face, "Li Zhenguan, who just made an announcement from the Order Bureau, has resigned."
