"The full name of ASCII is American Standard Information Interchange Code. It is the earliest universal single-byte encoding system. It defines which binary numbers are used to represent which symbols. For example, 01000001 represents the letter A. However, this kind of machine language has not been used in practice for a long time. In ancient times, Engineers quickly gave up on this cumbersome way of writing."
In the quiet room, Morris introduced relevant "historical knowledge" and occasionally glanced at Li Liang, who was deep in thought.
"Well, there are not many books left over after the nuclear war. Those related to procedures are the most basic popular science books.
In fact, we have no access to the real machine language of computer systems now. We use part of the fixed machine code provided by Xi'an to Putnam, and Putnam has authorized it to Xiacheng District Machinery or Bionic Company. The code will change every once in a while. Update, our programming level actually depends on our relationship with the engineers in downtown Putnam. If we have a good relationship, we can get more codes, so... antique books about ancient computers are easy to get. "
Morris sniffed, licked his face and smiled: "Boss, if you are interested, I will get you a few copies."
Unfortunately, Li Liang didn't respond.
The expressions on K and Sorge's faces also showed that they were dissatisfied with the results in front of them.
"The program...should be correct..." Morris had no choice but to squat down, flipping through the paper filled with 0s and 1s again, and muttered: "It is said that in ancient times, anyone who could cry after birth would write this program... ...I remember very clearly that the ancient book said that ancient engineers used this program to determine whether there were any problems with the compiler, development environment, and operating environment..."
Li Liang suddenly asked: "What did you just say?"
"Well, you can write if you can cry since you were born?" Morris asked tentatively.
"Next sentence."
"Determine the development environment?"
"Yes, what do you mean?"
"It's just to test whether the code can run normally on the current system. For example, this code is written in C language. Ancient engineers used this simple program to test..."
Morris was still explaining, but Li Liang was already distracted.
test?
It sounds like he turned on the computer a thousand years ago and used Baidu to test whether the network was connected...
The consultants said that the loom is a tool for communication between the New World and the dominant people, and this earliest program is obviously not used for communication. Maybe... the New World is also testing it?
What to test?
this world?
Li Liang sighed silently.
Old Tang didn't tear it in the right place. Maybe he could get more intuitive information by tearing off a recently woven piece.
More importantly, there is no use in cracking this program, and it has nothing to do with how the new world is inhabiting Cain at this moment.
"Okay," Li Liang interrupted Morris's enthusiastic explanation, "You can find a place to stay."
"Okay," Morris stood up suddenly and fell down again, "Boss, can you find me a pair of pants first."
K kicked him over: "There's so much nonsense, get out of here."
Morris quickly ran out the door and was carried away by a member of the Mayfly.
"Take a rest, Li Liang," Sorge smiled and stood up, "I need to go to the joint meeting. Currently, the operation to capture the Dros gunner has encountered many obstacles."
"Is there any more in the city?" K asked.
"Yes, but it's only a matter of time."
Li Liang waved his hand: "Pay attention to safety."
After watching Sorge leave, he asked again: "K, how is Cain?"
"You haven't left the room," K put his arm around him. "It's time for you to rest. I'm keeping an eye on the ASK matter. Sorge is in the joint meeting."
"Okay," Li Liang nodded, "By the way, the situation of Mizuno and the others, and Activision..."
K spread his arms exaggeratedly.
"OK," Li Liang smiled, "You should also find time to take a rest."
moment.
Only Old Tang was left in the room.
"I'll lend you your room for a while," Li Liang lay down directly on the mat with a futon as his pillow.
Old Tang sat aside for a long time and then asked aloud: "Boss, when you sent Cain to raid the Nirvana Building, did you ever think that she might die?"
Li Liang closed his eyes: "No."
"ah?"
"In the original plan, the canopy weapon would blow up the Nirvana Building together with the rulers and psychics, and then you would go in."
"You said it yourself, and I believe it," Old Tang grinned. "When are we going to the spiritual world? Mainly, I want to know the essence of my enlightenment..."
There was a slight purring next to him.
"..."
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Li Liang woke up suddenly and raised his wrist in front of his eyes.
A voicemail request from Dr. Sisson.
He turned over and sat up, glanced at Old Tang who was sleeping on the side, and clicked on the communication connection.
Dr. Xisen's anxious voice came out: "Li Liang, come to the joint meeting quickly. There is news in Shangcheng District."
"good."
Li Liang turned off the communication and saw the time displayed on the bracelet, which was 6:10.
He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The sky simulates a cloudy dawn, and the city is still sleeping.
It had just been three hours, and he didn't know if he had fallen asleep. He had been in a daze and had no dreams.
A lingering feeling of exhaustion came over him, but he knew that a long day was about to begin again.
Half an hour later.
Joint meeting headquarters, temporary conference room.
Li Liang quickly approached the door of the conference room with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"You're here," Dr. Xisen, who had obviously been waiting here, said in a low voice with a bad look on his face and even a hint of panic. "There are two communications in total, one is from the clan, and the other is from Zhuos."
"What kind of valve?"
"Putnam, the Valve Master Hilary Putnam came to me," Dr. Sisson pointed at himself, "I've finished talking."
"say what?"
"Let me...must survive," Dr. Xisen sighed, "You will know right away, go in."
Li Liang took a deep breath, squeezed the doctor's shoulder, pushed the door open and walked into the conference room.
At the conference table, Li Ru, the chairman of the joint meeting, was writing at his desk for a moment, then closed his notebook, stood up and said, "Li Liang, good morning."
"Whose communication?"
"The youngest son of Zhuos Yingling, Mr. Li Hao."
Li Hao?
The father of the Fourth Princess and Child Li?
Li Liang was quite surprised.
"Please wait here, the communication will be connected automatically," Li Ru smiled and walked out of the conference room with his laptop.
Li Liang casually pulled out a chair and sat down, waiting quietly.
When the coffee in his hand was completely cold, an icon suddenly lit up on the chair on the other side of the conference table: a blue arrow passing vertically upwards from the middle of the Moebius strip.
Then, the icon disappeared, and a figure appeared on the chair, quickly becoming clear from blur.
It was a man who seemed to be paralyzed in a wheelchair. His sitting posture was crooked, his skin was pale, and he was wearing a white shirt. His face looked somewhat similar to that of the fourth princess. However, his heroic facial features still could not hide the fatigue of a long illness.
There is only one pair of eyes, like a cat in a dark corner at midnight, its eyes are bright and deep.
"I am Li Hao," the hoarse voice revealed a hint of indifference, "Li Liang, you must leave Zhongjing immediately."
Li Liang said calmly: "Xian wants to kill me?"
"Yes."
"How much longer?"
"Four hours max, maybe less."
"Are you going to fight me?"
"You have no chance of winning."
Li Liang smiled: "Why did you tell me?"
"Take the child away..." Li Hao lowered his eyes, as if he was overwhelmed by some kind of burden for a moment, and murmured, "Take her to the spiritual world..." At this point, he suddenly raised his head and hissed, "You will protect her, right?"
