Chapter 276 Information in Numbers, Boomerang Hits the Forehead (5k)

The lines of numbers on the wall, without anyone explaining, Wen Yan can tell what they mean.

The front of the number is the time point of the archive, which is not so accurate in the early stage of recording.

But at the end, it is obviously accurate to the second.

Year, month, day, hour, minute, second, followed by a "-", and then a string of time, which must be how long it has been since the archive time point.

Looking at the initial record, it was three years ago.

Wen Yan didn't know how the headquarter director had persisted for so long.

Because it is just the time of the atomic clock, it actually doesn't represent anything, even the most basic, whether this atomic clock is accurate, has to be questioned first.

"What is the number of this atomic clock in the Lieyang Department?"

"There is no number."

Wen Yan suddenly realized, yes, there is no number, that is to say, the headquarter director is not sure, so these records are made by the headquarter director himself.

This atomic clock shows that the time of this world is not right, but that's all.

Without other information, the headquarter director can't be sure of anything.

But this time, the mustache man was asking for death, and finally got himself killed, and was bumped into by the old Taoist priest who was holding a ceremony.

The information in the hands of the general manager, which could not be judged as true or false, finally had another piece of evidence.

However, Wen Yan's thoughts turned, how did the general manager know that he knew these things? He didn't tell anyone.

But when he thought of the black box, Feng Yao said that if he wanted to give the highest authority, he had to see the general manager.

Could it be that he guessed that I knew something just because of this?

Wen Yan's thoughts turned rapidly, and he threw these doubts aside in a blink of an eye. He was checking the numbers recorded here.

The first round here ended on the night he returned from Nanhai County.

And at that time, according to the original plan, he should have gone to Zhongyuan County to meet Luo Liang.

But at this time, it stands to reason that he had not met Luo Liang yet.

In other words, if the replay is related to him, then it must be that something happened that night before he went to see Luo Liang that had to be replayed.

Because in the second round, he went to see Luo Liang, and then the puppet master wanted to silence him, so he followed the clues and found the puppet master, and then followed the phone number he got from the puppet master, and finally found the little mustache.

When he went back to the game, he was equipped with cloud synchronization, so that he could remember what happened in the second round after the third round started.

The reason for going back to the first round must have nothing to do with going to the detention center to see Luo Liang, otherwise, he would not have been able to do those things in the second round.

In other words, something must have happened that night, forcing the little mustache to go back to the game.

And the records in the black box show that the little mustache was in the county city of Guanzhong County that night.

Well, a more specific description should be that when he had never seen the little mustache and did not know that there was a person named the little mustache, something happened that forced the little mustache to go back to the game.

Referring to the puppet master's affairs, Wen Yan felt that it was possible that one of the little mustache's subordinates died during that time period.

In addition to the puppet master, another person.

He had already inserted the call records of the mustache through the highest authority given by the black box, and the key selection was the call that was made a few seconds after the starting point.

That phone was not often used, it was a black card, but it was certain that the person who used this phone at that time should not be the puppet master, and this person was not in Zhongyuan County.

If the reason for the first round of the replay had nothing to do with him, then he could not infer more information.

If this reason was related to his going to Zhongyuan County at that time, then in addition to the puppet master and the person who reported the news, there was another person he met in Zhongyuan County.

Because he came back from Nanhai County that day and wanted to go to Zhongyuan County, it could only be from Lao Zhao's family, borrowing the underworld to come to Zhongyuan County.

That was impossible for his family.

What kind of guy he met in the underworld, the mustache could not know.

The most likely thing was after arriving in Zhongyuan County.

Wen Yan looked at the time nodes recorded on the wall, and a lot of thoughts flashed through his mind.

He was just speculating blindly, without any evidence, but he didn't need evidence.

Anyway, it won't take much effort to check if there is anything happening in Zhongyuan County later.

Or take some time to go to Zhongyuan County quietly to see if you can come across anything.

Wen Yan continued to check other time records with amazement on his face.

There are too many things to see here.

He carefully checked here, and the director and the old Taoist priest didn't disturb him.

After reading it, he looked back at the director.

"Amazing, the amount of information contained here is a bit amazing. I'm afraid it will be difficult to summarize it in a short time."

The director smiled and looked at the records.

"At the beginning, the time deviation was very small, a few hours.

According to the information I got, the atomic clock only had a few minutes of deviation at the beginning.

But for an atomic clock, a few minutes of deviation is equivalent to complete scrapping.

I recorded it for three years, watching the deviation of each beat.

From the first few minutes to now, the maximum time is sixteen days.

No matter how it jumps, the time of this deviation, every time it is recorded, is within a range.

And the upper limit of this range has also been increasing over the past three years.

There is always a reason for such regular things.

But I don't have any other information to prove that there is a problem with the time, not the atomic clock. "

Wen Yan listened to the words of the headquarters director and could probably figure it out.

It should be more than three years since the little mustache became a player.

He also improved little by little, from a very short rewind time, slowly increasing to more than ten days now.

I just don't know how he improved.

A series of ideas began to emerge in Wen Yan's mind.

For example, how to get rid of this guy who has completely turned into a player's mentality.

Their mentality has reached the point where everyone is treated as NPC, which can be manipulated, enslaved, and chopped at will...

The puppeteer is That's right. He gave Wen Yan the feeling that he had no guilt or grudges, as if he was playing a game. There was even some clear stupidity in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't deal with the mustache, killing the puppet master ten thousand times would be useless. Wen Yan would have dealt with the puppet master first.

Now that guy is staying honestly, and the dolls have been withdrawn, Wen Yan will ignore him for the time being.

Wen Yan talked about the black box, the mustache, and his subordinates, and the headquarter director listened quietly.

After Wen Yan finished speaking, the headquarter director nodded.

"Then keep his subordinates for the time being. As professionals, they can do whatever they want and kill at will.

Since we have confirmed that if he loses consciousness, all the dolls will become ordinary dolls.

We don't know where his dolls are and how many there are. If we take action, we must prioritize and make him lose consciousness."

"Don't talk nonsense. This is not a meeting. There is no need to follow procedures. "The old Taoist priest couldn't help but reminded him.

The head of the headquarters smiled, his eyes were calm, and he went straight to the point.

"The goal of the old Taoist priest and I is too big. Do whatever you want.

This matter cannot be known by too many people, and Feng Yao cannot know the truth.

If you need him to go back to the game when you do something.

Then just tell me.

As you said, he will definitely go back to the game immediately for his men. "

Wen Yan's eyelids jumped. Good guy, has the head of the headquarters thought of this?

Is this how the puppet master is used?

"Liyang Department..."

"Although there are not many strong people in the Liyang Department with strong individual strength.

However, there are still some people who can guarantee that after receiving the order, they can deal with an ordinary person with a fragile body within one minute.

Near the puppet master, there will be a person who is impeccable in all aspects and will not arouse vigilance tomorrow.

Whenever there is a need, this person will be activated. "

Wen Yan did not ask any more questions. Since the head of the headquarters dared to say so, he would definitely not let the chain down.

Since there was an opportunity to reversely control the time of the replay to a certain extent, Wen Yan began to think about other things.

"If you can avoid using this, my opinion is that it is better not to use it. It can only be used once.

I don't know what his mechanism is and what the restrictions are.

I need to find out first..."

Speaking of this, Wen Yan thought about it and asked.

"I don't know what strange things he has in his hand. Is there any strange thing in the Lieyang Department that can guarantee that he will not find me when I spy on him?"

"There is an amulet. After wearing it, it can make people around ignore his existence without launching any invasive attacks.

But this strange thing is useless to unconscious cameras.

If you want it, I can give it to you.

But I think you don't need to go to great lengths to investigate him.

You should have a little confidence in the Lieyang Department.

Before, I just didn't know who this person was.

But as long as you know who he is, he basically has no chance of hiding.

Just like those offending aliens, they all have to keep their tails between their legs and hide themselves well.

Those who dare to come out will not have any good results.

According to this person's current priority, it is necessary for the Lieyang Department to use some things. "

The head of the headquarters took out two metal boxes from the drawer.

One was marked with 097 and the other was marked with 098.

After opening, one contained a wolf hair brush and the other contained several pieces of kraft paper.

"This is a consumable. If it is not a high enough priority, it will not be used.

Use this pen to write something on the kraft paper, and you will get some answers you want.

The last time this thing was used, it was the Soul Devourer.

The result was a little scary. It had a lot of immune entries, and the last piece of paper could not be written.

In the end, all the handwriting disappeared, leaving only one unique entry, which was invincible.

The guy who could rewind the game has completely lost the idea of ​​a normal person.

Judging from his uncontrollability, he is qualified to let us use a piece of kraft paper.

The person who just writes will consume a lot of energy and physical strength, and will become weak after writing. "

Wen Yan looked at the two strange objects and pondered for a while. This is not just him.

The head of the headquarters is not young anymore. The old master has a heavy responsibility and must not be consumed by such things.

"How to write this?"

"Write his name or occupation, and his information will be listed."

When Wen Yan heard this, he thought, isn't this a bit like his hint?

"Are there any previous records?"

The head of the headquarters nodded and pulled up a video on his computer.

In the video, a person was holding a wolf-hair brush and writing quickly on kraft paper.

Wen Yan looked at the content on the kraft paper, which was quickly filled up and then quickly disappeared, turning into a few simple lines of words.

It was indeed very similar to his hint.

If that was all, Wen Yan felt that there was no need to waste an opportunity.

"Can I write any question?"

"In theory, but not all questions have answers.

Write a name, a person who exists, or a thing that exists.

It will list the detailed information of this thing automatically. This is the most reliable way to use it after experimentation.

If you ask how many digits of π will start to repeat this question.

Then there is no answer.

Or a non-existent thing, there is no answer either.

It must be a question that exists now and has an answer.

When we got these kraft papers, there was not much left.

Add to that the necessary experiments, and there is only this little left.

Our conclusions may not be comprehensive and accurate."

"Then what is the cost?"

"It is indeed just the consumption of energy, from physical strength to yang energy to spirit. As long as you are young and strong enough, you can recover after recuperation."

Wen Yan did not write it, because he compared it and found that the information he wrote might not be as detailed as the hints he gave when he saw the target in person.

He had seen the mustache, and if he wrote the mustache's occupation, he might waste an opportunity.

Moreover, he didn't know whether the little mustache would notice if he asked questions with this strange object.

"If you have decided what to ask, just ask. Even if he has something in his hand or has some capable people under him, as long as they are not similar to me, he should not be able to feel it now."

The old Taoist priest said at the right time. In theory, he had already ascended once.

But he ascended, but did not ascend to heaven, and he still had his own consciousness. He already knew that feeling.

The little mustache helped the old Taoist priest take a step back once.

Wen Yan pondered and stared at the brown paper for a long time.

He didn't need to write the occupation of the little mustache, so what he wanted to ask was more appropriate.

After thinking for a long time, he patted the gray cloth, and the gray cloth understood it in seconds and instantly wrapped him up.

Then Wen Yan first blessed the gray cloth with yang energy, waited for a while, and gathered energy again. After blessing himself with the violent sun, the moment the strong yang energy burst out, it was completely suppressed by the gray cloth.

Wen Yan held a wolf-hair brush and wrote his question on the kraft paper.

"What are the limitations of the player's (rewinding) professional ability?"

In an instant, his eyes turned pure white, his will stagnated, and the yang energy in his body began to be consumed crazily. In just one second, half of it was consumed.

His hand was led by the wolf-hair brush to write on the kraft paper.

"Zhang Qiang.

Luo Liang.

Li Ming."

After writing the three names, it took only three or four seconds for Wen Yan to stop writing.

The huge yang energy he had blessed with the violent sun was consumed, and even most of his own yang energy was consumed.

The kraft paper spontaneously ignited without fire and dissipated in an instant.

Wen Yan came back to his senses as if in a blink of an eye, and a feeling of fatigue surged into his heart.

Watching the kraft paper in front of him dissipate and the yang energy was exhausted, he knew that there was a result.

"What is the result?" Wen Yan asked quickly.

The general manager and the old Taoist priest both frowned.

"Three names, Zhang Qiang, Luo Liang, and Li Ming."

Neither of them understood what three names meant.

When Wen Yan heard the name, his eyes lit up instantly.

If there is an answer, it proves that the question he asked has an answer.

That is to say, the professional ability of the mustache is indeed limited.

And he knew the three names in the answer, Luo Liang.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to search for Luo Liang, but the phone had automatically turned off.

After restarting, there was no signal, and then the phone began to restore the signal without seeing the old master doing anything.

He searched the company where Luo Liang worked.

The previous boss was indeed called Zhang Qiang, no wonder he felt familiar with the name.

But this Zhang Qiang had died suddenly.

After the sudden death, Luo Liang took over the company and those things.

Many of Wen Yan's doubts were answered at once.

No wonder the mustache took so much effort to help Luo Liang change his luck and turn Luo Liang into a fortune burner.

What good does this do for the mustache?

That guy should not be just bored, he must have a purpose.

Moreover, Wen Yan guessed that Zhang Qiang, who had died suddenly before, should also be a burner.

It's just that Zhang Qiang's life luck was burned out in a short period of time, and he died suddenly.

If the restriction of the mustache is related to these three people, one of them died suddenly, one is about to die suddenly, and the other one is unknown.

Then there is a reasonable speculation.

The mustache only needs one person, and when one of them dies suddenly, he will choose another person.

As for why this person is needed.

Wen Yan checked the time when Zhang Qiang died suddenly, and then looked at the hundreds of time information recorded on the wall by the head of the headquarters.

Soon, the corresponding time was found.

One of the records was very close to the time when Zhang Qiang died suddenly.

The old Taoist priest looked at the records that Wen Yan was checking, and then thought of the feeling he had recorded. He was a little surprised, and he reminded him.

"He is like a small boat floating on a big river, but he can stir up a wave that rolls up and throws him a short distance upstream.

As time goes by, he can be thrown farther and farther upstream.

But he was rolled up and wanted to fall into the river again, not only knowing where he would fall was enough.

He needed to have an anchor in the river to anchor his boat and ensure accuracy.

It would not fall to a place he didn't expect."

"So, this anchor cannot be destroyed." Wen Yan added the next sentence.

Now, he understood why the little mustache was trying so hard to play so much with Luo Liang, an ordinary person.

His anchor cannot die.

As for the one who burns his luck, he is a standard person who has good luck and turns misfortune into fortune during the time of burning his luck. Even when it is about to burn out, he will still be blessed by luck, at least he will not die.

Just like last time, Luo Liang's luck was about to burn out and he had started to have bad luck, but when he was killed, he was still saved by Wen Yan.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan felt a little ridiculous for a moment, and there was also a unique sense of absurdity as if he saw a boomerang.

In the second round, he was able to follow the clues and finally saw the mustache with his own eyes.

The starting point is that the puppet master wanted to kill Luo Liang.

If this had not happened, there would be no subsequent events.

Maybe there is really a little effect here, and Luo Liang's luck, which is about to burn out, is playing a role.