The man paused for a moment. Obviously he was a little unsure whether a young master like Zhang Feng would go to the Nautilus Institute even if he received an offer.
After all, although the Nautilus Research Institute is powerful, it is not invincible. The Taotie Kingdom also has several research institutes backed by consortiums that can compete with it.
"I'll be there."
Meng Fei decided to put on a show and do the whole thing. The real Zhang Feng will definitely go.
"If you have no other questions, please take our charter flight to the Holy Tiger Union Republic on January 7, 2023. We will send the details to your email."
"no problem."
"Prior to this, in accordance with the Western Union Personal Information Protection Convention, you must personally confirm your consent for us to collect your voiceprint as your identification factor."
"Voiceprint?"
"Yes. We will collect your voiceprint from this phone call recording as a means of identifying you for admission."
"I agree to the collection."
Voiceprint is a good tool.
The appearance can be modified, the fingerprints can be faked by wearing a fake fingerprint cover, and the irises can be faked with colored contact lenses. Only for voiceprints, there is currently no convenient way to hide them.
Meng Fei's only feeling is that the people of Xizhou are really holy mothers. It takes a long time to record a voiceprint for identification.
This has a consequence, that is, the voiceprint of "Zhang Feng" registered by the Nautilus Research Institute will actually be that of Meng Fei.
If the real Zhang Feng went to Nautilus Research Institute to enroll, he would probably be turned away. Or, at least, he'd be in quite a bit of trouble.
But he's dead, so this scenario doesn't exist at all.
"Okay, then I wish you a safe journey and see you in Rosemary City."
Rosemary City, the capital of the Divine Tiger Alliance, is one of the famous cities in Xizhou.
"good."
The phone was hung up.
What is waiting for is a call from the murderer, but the caller is someone from the Nautilus Research Institute?
Could it be that the murderer disguised himself as someone from the Nautilus Research Institute to inquire about Zhang Feng? Meng Fei reluctantly sent a message to Chen Han:
"Has the source of the call that Zhang Feng received just now been found?"
"It's not too simple. I found it easily!"
After Fatty Chen boasted a lot, what he said next made Meng Fei completely give up.
"It's from Rosemary City."
Meng Fei threw his phone aside and sat on the sofa a little dull, looking at the rain outside the window.
Annoying case. Not to mention wasting the entire precious Christmas holiday, there has been no progress at all. If this continues, it will end hastily and become an unsolved case.
The real Zhang Feng should be so excited at this time, right? Entering the Nautilus Institute means that the Laurel Prize is already waving to him.
Historically, scientists from the Nautilus Institute have won a quarter of the Laurel science and technology awards. The Qingmang people won the award only once. Yes, just once.
The world's number one science and technology award is not held by a world-wide academic institution, but by the Royal Academy of Sciences of the North Western Continent.
With the scornful attitude of the Beast Kingdom towards the Qingmang people, how could this award be awarded to the Qingmang people?
It is a pity that if Qingmang people are completely excluded, then how can this award represent the whole world? So Qingmang people still have to get it once. So, just once.
But entering the Nautilus Institute is different. The Qingmang people who enter the Nautilus Research Institute will basically no longer be Qingmang people. There are many people who succeed in winning awards and becoming famous.
It's a pity that Zhang Feng has no hope. Who made him die inexplicably?
Three days later, on January 1, 8023, the night of the first day of the new year, Baihu Hall, Rongdu, Central Province.
The mud brought by the heavy winter rain could not hide the festive atmosphere brought by the lights and colorful decorations throughout the city. It’s just that Meng Fei can’t open his eyes.
"Why am I here?"
He didn't think too clearly.
Lao Li told him on the phone that Qingmei University's mission to disguise Zhang Feng was over. But then, he was taken to the airport by a mysterious car and then came to Rongdu.
Not only him, but also his wife Ai Ting.
Ai Ting's fracture had not yet healed and she was in a wheelchair. Lao Li specially selected four female agents to carry her in the wheelchair onto the plane and finally sent her to the central province.
Zhuque, Ai Jue, Antu, Lao Li, the great attendants sat on the left side of the long table in turn. On this occasion, Suzaku no longer used the name of Scarlet Ibis to hide his identity.
She appeared with a young appearance, wearing a short coat with a fiery red waist and sitting on the top seat on her left hand. She crossed her legs and wrapped her red hair hanging from her shoulders with her fingertips.
On the right are Ning Su, Premier of the Central Province, Qixin, Speaker of the House, and Yuan Ping, President of the Academy of Experts. The rather gentle-looking President Yingzhi sat in the chair in the middle of the long table.
The staff finally expired, Yingzhi looked around with a solemn expression,
"I'm sorry, the situation is urgent, thank you for coming all night."
In addition to the eight big men of the Republic, there were also Meng Fei, Ai Ting, and a few strangers young people present.
"Urgent situation?"
Meng Fei muttered uneasily in his heart.
"What emergency could call my wife and me here?"
He is nothing more than a case investigator. Even her wife is just the director of the problem center, responsible for investigating various difficult cases.
What does it have to do with a big event that is so urgent that all the eight big guys from across the country have gathered together? Could it be that the fourth Great God War is about to begin?
Can not be done. The Qingmang Goddess still has broken bones and nails all over her body. Now let her participate in the Clash of Gods?
"Let's first ask the dean to introduce the situation."
In the system of the Republic, the dean refers to Yuan Ping, the dean of the Academy of Experts, without any ambiguity.
"Um……"
Yuan Ping is very old, and his dark skin is covered with deep wrinkles, like petrified wood that has been rubbed and shiny.
He is old and has low energy. However, he has almost supreme prestige in the Qingmang academic world, and countless young people have been discovered by him as talents.
"This is not my expertise. Let the two young men explain it."
One of the two young men whom Meng Fei didn't know stood up, pressed the keyboard in his hand, turned on the big screen, displayed a map of the world, and began to tell.
There are knot lines drawn on the map, but more importantly, they are made up of countless dots of different colors. From green to red, it forms something like a "surface temperature distribution map".
"This is a new project that has just been put into practical use by the Academy of Experts, called the 'Entropy Increase Change Rate Monitoring System.' Red represents areas of high entropy, while green represents areas of low entropy. "
To put it simply, the Academy of Experts has created a fairly accurate monitoring system for "changing trends in order and chaos."
This system automatically collects various information. Whether it is accidents, the incidence of various diseases, the economic status, the frequency of natural disasters, etc.
All information is calculated uniformly, and the changing trend of "entropy increase or quotient decrease" in this area is obtained.
If there is an area on the map that is particularly red, it means that the entropy increase in this area is increasing rapidly compared to the past. Green is a relatively safe area.
"This is the place that's dangerous now."
The young man pointed at an area in East and West Continent that was already red and a little purple.
"According to the rate of entropy increase in this place, it will be enough to cause the destruction of the world in less than ten years!"
