Kawakami stayed up all night just for that game. He had always been interested in it when he learned from Barolo that the public security agencies were desperate. It was only now that he took the time to study it.
After all, being able to organize organizations into a game is a genius. At the same time, according to the Mad Hatter, even it cannot reverse decode the game and obtain the source code.
[Not even your super AI can do it? 】
[To be honest, this game is very simple, but the design is very clever. The author of this game has a self-destruction device. As long as the decoding operation is performed, the entire game will be destroyed directly. ] The Mad Hatter explained, [This method is too extreme, no matter how superb hacker skills are, it cannot be bypassed. 】
However, although it cannot be cracked, the branch lines that have been cleared can be retained through copying operations. Using Barolo who stayed in the police as a medium, the Mad Hatter directly copied the latest branch line of the game.
Therefore, Kawakamiji can continue directly on the basis of public security instead of starting from scratch.
[That's it... let's have some fun first. 】The gray-haired young man ate a lemon candy and said lazily.
But after playing for less than half an hour, Kawakami couldn't play anymore.
Because he had been in the action team for nearly three years, Kawakami Tsumugi was already a senior member, so he started playing in the action team branch... and then died many times inexplicably.
[There is no archive, the options are different every time, and the optimal solution has been adopted and it still hangs. 】Kawakami Tsumugi's face was expressionless, 【Very good, very personal. 】
This crappy game particularly restrained his thoughts.
And it's not just about restraining his thoughts... After realizing this, Kawakami chose according to his own opposite thoughts, but he still lost completely.
In the end, he had no choice. The gray-haired young man simply made a random choice and found that the passing rate seemed to be higher.
"So there's something wrong with the game's own mechanism." Tsumugi Kawakami thought silently, "It's impossible to choose randomly and have a higher pass rate than using the optimal solution, unless..."
This game is inherently disordered.
Thinking of this, the gray-haired young man simply gave up the option of passing the level honestly and directly used brute force cracking. He spent about two hours writing an exhaustive program.
The idea of the exhaustive program is very simple. Play this game tens of thousands of times, try to select every option, and count the correct rates of all options.
Then Kawakami's computer worked tirelessly all night, and it was only in the early morning that the branch line of the action team was cleared.
"So it's a rubbish game." Kawakami cursed.
No wonder his optimal solution is useless.
The game has a very vicious sense of randomness: the best option has a 20% chance of failure, the second best option has a 50% chance... and so on, the pass rate is extremely dangerous.
[The purpose of its design is not to let people pass the customs. Now that the police have cracked a branch line, are they also using this method? 】Kawakamiji asked.
[Uh... No, they are currently relying on manpower to clear the level... As for what happens next, I don't know. Actually, I didn't even think of this method. 】
The Mad Hatter replied,
[By the way, when you cracked the action group branch, I escaped from the research group. Then after completing all the branches, a long list of numbers was left on the game interface. 】
[Manpower? Looks like good luck. I happened to randomly arrive at the customs clearance bureau. 】Ji Kawakami replied, 【Send me the research team’s data and the array. 】
【good. 】
After taking a cursory look at the research team's data, the gray-haired young man lay lazily on the chair. As for the string of numbers... he couldn't find the real purpose yet. It looked like a secret key.
After confirming that the research team's branch line was also random, Kawakami was completely uninterested in it.
In fact, the game itself is meaningless. What is really meaningful is the additional information about the organization revealed in different screens. But the gray-haired young man has been in the organization for so many years and is not interested in this additional information at all.
It seems that only undercover agents care about this.
Thinking of this, Kawakamiji planned to throw this thing to Scotland. He lay on the table, looked blankly, and began to give himself psychological suggestions.
[By the way, there is one last question. ] The gray-haired young man said, [Have you found the source of this game? 】
[It was found, but the specific publisher cannot be determined...] The Mad Hatter said hesitantly, [However, according to the positioning, when this game was released, it was located near a research institute in Japan. 】
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After throwing the game to Scotland, the gray-haired young man faced the bright sunshine of City C and ran to the first stop of his travel guide. The sparkling Lake Michigan is very suitable for boating, but not long after the trip, a call came from Scotland.
Kawakami Tsumugi deliberately ignored him for a long time before answering.
"Kawakami, where did you get this game from?"
Scotland asked hoarsely. The fact that he could still be so excited after taking drugs that suppressed his mood clearly gave him a lot of stimulation.
"No comment." The gray-haired young man smiled, "But you should understand the value."
Scotland was silent for a few seconds, and then replied solemnly: "I know, I will try my best."
It looks like it was injected with chicken blood...
Tsk, Scotland obviously regarded this as an important task, and maybe he thought this was a sign of the gray-haired young man's trust in him.
Kawakamiji felt inexplicably like he had thrown a ball of yarn to a cat. Then the cat was so grateful after being tangled in wool...
To be honest, this made the gray-haired young man's conscience a little painful.
So he simply sent a copy of the data he ran out yesterday, plus the program he wrote, to Scotland. After thinking about it, he forwarded it to Qian Mu Liangchen.
[The joy of being alone is not as good as the joy of everyone, just to help Barolo improve his qualifications. 】Kawakami Jidan explained calmly.
After dismissing Scotland, the gray-haired young man continued to pull the oar, letting himself drift on the lake.
He pulled up the fishhook that had been set up beside the boat. As expected, he caught nothing.
[Kawakami, is there a possibility... that you can't catch fish with lemon candy? ] The Mad Hatter said tactfully, [Maybe we can go to the shore to buy some bait? 】
The gray-haired young man wrapped the lemon candy with a transparent fishing line and hung it on the hook. After tugging to make sure it was firmly hung, he nodded with satisfaction and threw it into the water again. By the way, he stuffed another one into his mouth.
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[I say if you can catch it, you can catch it. There will always be fish with the same taste as me. 】
Kawakami spent the whole afternoon on the lake in this boring way. It was not until evening that he slowly slid towards the shore. Naturally, I didn't catch any fish, but I caught several bags of lemon candies.
"It really wears down one's patience... When did that guy become a coward?" the gray-haired young man muttered to himself.
"Who are you talking about, ghost?"
A voice suddenly sounded in Kawakamiji's ears.
The world collapsed in front of his eyes. The boat was caught by the sudden flash of waves, and then turned over and slammed hard towards the bottom of the lake. Kawakami couldn't help but cling to the edge of the boat and try to swim out from the bottom of the sea.
But the gray-haired young man knew that these were all illusions.
But in the barren reality beneath the fantasy, he was stumbling to his feet, posing as if he were throwing himself into the lake.
And next to Kawakami Tsumugi... stood a blond man dressed in Chinese clothes and holding a white cane.
Watching the gray-haired young man fall into the lake, his goal was about to be achieved, and the smile on the blond man's face gradually widened——
Kawakami suddenly changed his trajectory midway through the fall, grabbed the blond man, pulled him down, pulled him into the water, and used this force to get back on the boat.
He watched the latter struggling in the water with cold eyes, and did not forget to use the white cane he snatched to knock the blond man down.
After wasting a lot of time and spending a day on the boring lake, the gray-haired young man only had two purposes:
Record the information you want to know and wait for this guy to take the bait.
"Of course I'm talking about you, my dear spider."
