On January 9, 8023, at 10:15 in the morning, with exactly 71 hours left in the 72-hour countdown to life, Meng Fei walked into the public restroom on the eleventh floor of the Nautilus Building.
There is another old man here, much stronger than Professor Boo, with a body like a mountain, a brown and black beard, and wearing a blue security uniform.
Seeing someone coming in, the old man hurriedly put out the cigarette butts on his fingers in the sink and threw the soaked cigarette butts into the trash can. But the smell of cigarette smoke in the room cannot be washed away.
Meng Fei turned on the faucet and started washing his hands. The water is still normal at this time. But it won’t be normal for long. Because now we rely on the water stored in the water tower on the roof.
While washing his hands, Meng Fei frowned and looked at the old man in the mirror. Isn't this the old security guard guarding the gate on the first floor? Why did he end up on the 11th floor?
"Hi. We meet again, haha. You can call me Mariji. What do you call me?"
The old man recognized him instantly.
"My name is Zhang Feng. Why did you come upstairs?"
Meng Fei glanced at his fingers. The two fingers that originally held the cigarette butts have been smoked as golden as bacon, and he is indeed an old smoker.
Even though the cigarette butts had been thrown away, his two fingers still held a silver pen that he used to register when he was guarding the door.
It is prohibited to go out or open windows, and smoking is prohibited indoors. This is a severe test for smokers. It’s not surprising that Maliki would come to the toilet to smoke secretly.
"The director called all of us here to organize an exploration team. He said he wanted everyone to sign up voluntarily, but as expected, it was all people from our security department who made up the number.
"Don't worry, young man, our people will find a way out. You must stay calm, haha."
"Professor Bu was almost strangled to death by me just now, so I called security to protect him from being beaten by others again, right?"
Meng Fei thought to himself and pointed at the black walkie-talkie on Maliji's waist.
"Scan." He said secretly in his mind.
This is a digital walkie-talkie that can not only talk to each other, but also connect to the Internet. The Nautilus Building's external network has been interrupted, but the internal network can still communicate with each other.
"Crack!"
After cracking it, Meng Fei can connect to these security walkie-talkies at any time and eavesdrop on their conversations.
Naturally, Mali Ji didn't notice anything strange, so he washed his hands and went out. Meng Fei followed and walked out, while Xiao Han was waiting outside.
"The assistant director came and assigned us an office. We can go and stay in the office."
"That's not bad."
"But do you know who the director's new assistant is?"
Xiao Han smiled a little mysteriously and moved his face closer, obviously picking up a big melon.
"who?"
"Mi Rong."
"Mi Rong?"
Meng Fei really didn't expect that this woman would hook up with the director so quickly.
If he were to carry out his original plan, this woman would be a big problem. But now he just wants to escape from the control of the Palace of All Things and escape from this weird game, so this problem is no longer important.
Let her be.
The office room number Mi Rong assigned them was 1020, which was on the tenth floor. There are entire rows of offices that no one uses.
All office doors were unlocked, and there was nothing inside except tables, chairs, computers, and sofas. It was an empty room.
The room number is a paper card inserted into a transparent sign on the door. Meng Fei skillfully pulled out the 1020 paper card from the door of 1020 and swapped it with the 1021 card next to it.
Then he entered the new room 1020. It's not that he's too cautious, it's that he hates having his whereabouts exposed.
Of course, the director asked his assistant to allocate rooms to each person not to actually start work and conduct research, but to ask these newcomers not to wander around and stay in the room to avoid panic.
Meng Fei happened to feel that he needed a place to think quietly.
He sat in front of the computer and turned it on. There is a password. But it doesn't matter to him.
"Cracked."
The computer is logged in.
"Professor Bu said that this game is for all high-IQ researchers at the Nautilus Institute?"
Meng Fei leaned on the back of his chair, holding his chin and thinking.
"yes."
There was only one single seat here, and the sofa was too far away, so Xiao Han had to sit on the desktop next to the computer. The round thighs in jeans were pressed into a flat round shape by the table.
"But the game cannot be started at any time."
Meng Fei moved his eyes away from Xiao Han's legs and returned to the void where there seemed to be many logically intertwined clues.
"The game is spatial. Both games are based on buildings. If it started at the airport, tens of thousands of people would be involved.
"The negative entropy of the Palace of All Things is not infinite and must be used sparingly. Therefore, it can only be used when there are few people, such as our rental house in Nori Town."
"Well, so what?"
Xiao Han still didn't understand what Meng Fei's problem was.
"It may be easy to find out where other people are going after getting off the plane. They usually book hotels or rentals remotely.
"But what about me?
"My accommodation was booked by AXA, and I don't even know where it is. The Palace of All Things is just an artificial intelligence program, how can it track my whereabouts?"
"Maybe track the location of your phone?"
Xiao Han was very bad at this, so she could only guess.
"Isn't this possible?"
Meng Fei picked up his cell phone and looked at it carefully. Xiao Han's words made him lose confidence.
"I have obviously scanned it, and there is no monitoring Trojan program on it. The hardware is also clean. I have also anonymized it.
"Even if the local operator finds the information about the phone's connection to the base station, they won't know that the phone belongs to Zhang Feng."
"unless……"
Suddenly, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Is there some normal software that is exposing my whereabouts?"
Normal software is naturally the software Zhang Feng commonly uses.
There are not many apps that Zhang Feng uses frequently. WeChat, Chihuahua, rice dumplings... Meng Fei scanned them one by one, and suddenly he found a big hole.
Chihuahua - me - last logged in location...
This feature is shameless.
Because it has mobile phone location information, it will record the logged-in location every time and save it in a long list.
From the interface, only "recent login location" can be seen for this information. However, in fact, all historical "recent login locations" are stored in a log file.
Meng Fei's mobile phone completely copied the data from Zhang Feng's original mobile phone, so this information has been available since Zhang Feng's time:
Something like this:
8022-12-14, 3:10, logged in at No. 91, Yuma Village, Huaihua City, Jiangnan Province.
8022-12-14, 3:34, logged in at Qingmei University, No. 180, Tianqi Road, Luoye Town, Wutong City.
8022-12-16, 21:35, logged in at No. 31 Tianye Road, Hongmo Town, Wutong City.
8022-12-16, 21:50, logged in at Qingmei University, No. 180, Tianqi Road, Luoye Town, Wutong City.
…
By the time Meng Fei arrived at the Divine Tiger Alliance as Zhang Feng, the long list continued:
8023-1-8, 9:21, logged in to the arrival hall of the Rosemary City Spider Crab Airport of the Shenhu Alliance.
8023-1-8, 12:03, logged in at No. 143 Colonel Street, Rosemary City, Shenhu Alliance.
…
The last entry is Meng Fei’s login record before entering the circulation space in the rental house in Seaweed Town:
8023-1-8, 12:18, logged in at No. 23 Shadi Street, Haiwei Town, Shenhu Alliance.
His whereabouts were revealed from here!
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