After the stolen goods were divided, Qiao Qiao was in trouble when he looked at the big man's body on the ground.
Just throw him here?
Just throw it away.Ah Qing didn't care. Anyway, someone would come to clean up. In a narrow space like this, the accumulation of corpses would affect the progress of the game, so those birds would not leave it alone.
Qiao Qiao: I think I still have to bury him.
How to bury Ah?There is not even dirt here, so we can’t waste our precious gasoline, right?Besides, just a small bottle of gasoline is not enough to pour it all over.
I don't need gasoline, I just want him to leave more decently.
Qiao Qiao squatted down, placed the big man's limbs neatly, placed his hands on his abdomen with his legs straightened, and ignored his bloody chest, it looked like he was asleep.
Do a favor.Qiao Qiao raised the big man's head and moved him there.
A Qing muttered a few words, but came over obediently. Qiao Qiao moved his head, Zhang Jie and A Qing moved one of the big man's legs and moved him to a corner.
A clear blood was left on the ground.
Is that OK?Ah Qing asked.
Qiao Qiao: Give me the torch and gasoline.
No, you really want to cremate him?Ah Qing covered the gasoline bottle. If such a little bit is not enough to burn, his clothes may not be burned.
Qiao Qiao was amused and crying: I wasn't burning him, give it to me quickly.
After getting the gasoline, she poured out a little and poured it on the torch, and the flames burned again.
Qiao Qiao inserted the torch in front of the big man.
The conditions are limited and you can't be buried in peace.She closed her hands and wished you could live a long life in the next life.
Zhang Jie didn't know what she thought of, and her expression moved, and she walked over and prayed silently for the big man who died suddenly.
Ah Qing sighed and joined the prayer team.
My hometown will sing elegies to the dead.
After the prayer was over, Zhang Jie remembered something: Unfortunately, I haven’t learned it yet...
Qiao Qiao: It’s okay, you can sing some of them, as long as you get the meaning.
Zhang Jie: What are you singing?
Qiao Qiao: What song can I see off Ah?
A Qing thought for a while: On the side of the ancient road outside the Changting Pavilion?
Zhang Jie: Isn’t it appropriate?Isn't this a sing to a friend?Besides, let’s say goodbye to this big brother, not to say goodbye to Ah…
Qiao Qiao: Whatever he is, it’s all for seeing him off anyway, and it’s not much different to send him to the distance or to the west.
Zhang Jie: ...
Fortunately, all three of them are Chinese, and their cultural influence is still there. As Qing started, the remaining melody naturally sang out of her mouth. Qiao Qiao was also very strange. She had never learned this song seriously, and she had never even listened to it in full, but she was not sluggish at all.
Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass is connected to the sky.
The evening breeze blows the willows and the sound of the flute is gone, and the sunset is outside the mountains.
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, the friendship between you is half gone.
A pot of turbid wine will be over again. Let’s leave the cold dream tonight...
The three of them sang softly, the harmony was very light and lively, like a milky white dove flapping its wings from the singing, surpassing the obstacles of time and space, and flying towards the endless distance from the dark maze like a dungeon.
The song kept echoing in the maze.
This was just a small episode in the game. In fact, none of the three people in the maze took this part seriously. Because of this, Qiao Qiao didn't know what kind of stir it caused on the field with her casual proposal.
Moon sky.
The small, simple funeral was playing on the big screen, and the harmony of the three people continued to flow out from the million-dollar sound. The superiority of these expensive equipment is reflected here, and you can even capture the slight crackling of the flames burning on the other side of the screen from the singing.
It's like being there.
Almost without exception, the guests in the audience looked at the big screen, and some even raised the wine glass to their lips and forgot to drink it.
Not only the guests, but the "pets" brought into the venue unconsciously stopped licking their owner's tongue and aimed at everything that happened on the big screen from the corner of their eyes.
It was not until the song ended that everyone came back to their senses as if they had woken up from their dreams.
This is the first time I have seen a funeral for the enemy.
What is the name of this song?
I want to bet on this team and add five points.
Haha, this year's Battle of the Worm Competition finally didn't disappoint me.
……
Someone also took out his cell phone and recorded the paragraph on the screen.
Although Paradise Island is hidden in the shadow of the mainstream world, it is not completely isolated from the world. Every year, some clips of the island will leak out. As long as other guests are not photographed, no one will care about it.
The man recorded the entire funeral and singing clips and transferred them to his friend. After redirecting them, he finally appeared on a well-known foreign forum.
However, after many editing of the video, only the singing part was retained, and Qiao Qiao and the other two faces appeared in the video for only two seconds.
This video has not caused too many waves on the Internet. Although the singing is nice and the picture is interesting, modern people have to experience countless bombardment of information and news every day. Without understanding the background of the video, most people have watched it once, sighed and turned their heads to chase the bigger hot spots.
However, this short video was captured by something else.
A Chinese information technology research center.
Facial recognition was successful, with a similarity of 95%.
There is insufficient information on physical characteristics and the matching cannot be completed.
Start vocal analysis.
Voice recognition was successful, with a similarity of 93%.
The comprehensive matching degree is 85%, number 47759, information database number 3 has been entered.
……
Huh?
Several staff members who were busy debugging the lines looked at each other: 85%?This is the highest matching level since the operation?
It still reaches 85% under the premise of lack of physical data.
Maybe this is the person they are looking for?
What the hell know.One person shook his head and used the supercomputer to find someone. I don’t know what those geniuses of the Chinese Academy of Sciences thought.
Don’t say that, maybe it was a spy or something, who stole important research materials and ran abroad to hide it. Have you heard of the Prism Gate?
It makes some sense, no wonder you use precious computing power in such places.But 85% should be considered a match, right?Why do you still need to enter the information database?
I don't understand either. I just heard that the matching degree below 50% will be automatically ignored, and only the number will be archived after more than 50%.
The other person shrugged. Maybe they couldn't keep watching the progress, so they filed it first and wait until they saved hundreds or eighty before checking?
Both of them were just ordinary employees responsible for line maintenance and did not know much about the internal logic of these behemoths. After guessing for a long time, no one could tell the reason, so they put this matter behind their minds and discussed what to eat for lunch.
On the other hand, Zhou Yuanchuan had just finished his day's work, walked out of the laboratory, and changed into work clothes.
The assistant quickly handed him nutritional water. Zhou Yuanchuan reluctantly took a few sips, then shook his head and stopped drinking. The assistant looked embarrassed and tactfully reminded him that the vitamins he had been taking for a week were below normal levels. If he continued, he could only report them to the medical team and let them do a comprehensive examination.
Zhou Yuanchuan glanced at him, picked up the nutrient water and drank the remaining half bottle in one sip.
The assistant swallowed a mouthful of saliva and used the excuse to arrange lunch for Zhou Yuanchuan, and hurriedly fled the scene.
Although he had been working with Professor Zhou for almost ten years, he still saw some terrible things in that faint glance, unlike the gentle Professor Zhou who was usually a gentleman, but like another stranger who had the same appearance as Professor Zhou.
He had never seen it before, and he was extremely scared.
After the assistant left, Zhou Yuanchuan couldn't help but rub his eyebrows.
He knew that he had passed the eyes just now, and he shouldn't let his emotions be exposed to the point where ordinary people could notice. The assistant was just an NPC who could only act according to the rules, and he was only an NPC. Why was he angry with an NPC?
Maybe I have had too many worries recently.
Zhou Yuanchuan himself was shocked by this conclusion. Troubles were just redundant neural signals generated by the cerebral cortex stimulated by the survival crisis. It would neither have any impact on the material world nor influence the laws of development of things.
It has no practical use except to consume energy and torture the fragile mentality of human beings.
But apart from this explanation, he couldn't find any other reason for the time being.
After calming down, Zhou Yuanchuan turned on the computer in front of him and logged into the operating system of the supercomputer center.
This is the eighth day of this system operation. In fact, in terms of calculation speed, even if all the pictures and videos generated by the birth of the Internet are checked, it will not take so long. However, Zhou Yuanchuan adjusted it to the monitoring state and filtered every newly uploaded information to the Internet, which caused it to work for more than a week.
But this is just the beginning. If you can't find Qiaoqiao, it doesn't matter even if it runs for a month, a year, or ten years.
In Zhou Yuanchuan's eyes, the so-called "precious computing power" is just a high-level tool. Moreover, for him, it is more valuable to use it on Qiao Qiao than on a high-energy particle collider.
Opening the information database No. 1, Zhou Yuanchuan began to check the videos and images that were numbered and archived today one by one. Countless information is born on the Internet every day. Even if the parts below 50% match are eliminated, this is still a very huge task.
The faces on the screen are similar to her, but they are different.
Xiao Qiao, where did you go?
Just throw him here?
Just throw it away.Ah Qing didn't care. Anyway, someone would come to clean up. In a narrow space like this, the accumulation of corpses would affect the progress of the game, so those birds would not leave it alone.
Qiao Qiao: I think I still have to bury him.
How to bury Ah?There is not even dirt here, so we can’t waste our precious gasoline, right?Besides, just a small bottle of gasoline is not enough to pour it all over.
I don't need gasoline, I just want him to leave more decently.
Qiao Qiao squatted down, placed the big man's limbs neatly, placed his hands on his abdomen with his legs straightened, and ignored his bloody chest, it looked like he was asleep.
Do a favor.Qiao Qiao raised the big man's head and moved him there.
A Qing muttered a few words, but came over obediently. Qiao Qiao moved his head, Zhang Jie and A Qing moved one of the big man's legs and moved him to a corner.
A clear blood was left on the ground.
Is that OK?Ah Qing asked.
Qiao Qiao: Give me the torch and gasoline.
No, you really want to cremate him?Ah Qing covered the gasoline bottle. If such a little bit is not enough to burn, his clothes may not be burned.
Qiao Qiao was amused and crying: I wasn't burning him, give it to me quickly.
After getting the gasoline, she poured out a little and poured it on the torch, and the flames burned again.
Qiao Qiao inserted the torch in front of the big man.
The conditions are limited and you can't be buried in peace.She closed her hands and wished you could live a long life in the next life.
Zhang Jie didn't know what she thought of, and her expression moved, and she walked over and prayed silently for the big man who died suddenly.
Ah Qing sighed and joined the prayer team.
My hometown will sing elegies to the dead.
After the prayer was over, Zhang Jie remembered something: Unfortunately, I haven’t learned it yet...
Qiao Qiao: It’s okay, you can sing some of them, as long as you get the meaning.
Zhang Jie: What are you singing?
Qiao Qiao: What song can I see off Ah?
A Qing thought for a while: On the side of the ancient road outside the Changting Pavilion?
Zhang Jie: Isn’t it appropriate?Isn't this a sing to a friend?Besides, let’s say goodbye to this big brother, not to say goodbye to Ah…
Qiao Qiao: Whatever he is, it’s all for seeing him off anyway, and it’s not much different to send him to the distance or to the west.
Zhang Jie: ...
Fortunately, all three of them are Chinese, and their cultural influence is still there. As Qing started, the remaining melody naturally sang out of her mouth. Qiao Qiao was also very strange. She had never learned this song seriously, and she had never even listened to it in full, but she was not sluggish at all.
Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass is connected to the sky.
The evening breeze blows the willows and the sound of the flute is gone, and the sunset is outside the mountains.
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, the friendship between you is half gone.
A pot of turbid wine will be over again. Let’s leave the cold dream tonight...
The three of them sang softly, the harmony was very light and lively, like a milky white dove flapping its wings from the singing, surpassing the obstacles of time and space, and flying towards the endless distance from the dark maze like a dungeon.
The song kept echoing in the maze.
This was just a small episode in the game. In fact, none of the three people in the maze took this part seriously. Because of this, Qiao Qiao didn't know what kind of stir it caused on the field with her casual proposal.
Moon sky.
The small, simple funeral was playing on the big screen, and the harmony of the three people continued to flow out from the million-dollar sound. The superiority of these expensive equipment is reflected here, and you can even capture the slight crackling of the flames burning on the other side of the screen from the singing.
It's like being there.
Almost without exception, the guests in the audience looked at the big screen, and some even raised the wine glass to their lips and forgot to drink it.
Not only the guests, but the "pets" brought into the venue unconsciously stopped licking their owner's tongue and aimed at everything that happened on the big screen from the corner of their eyes.
It was not until the song ended that everyone came back to their senses as if they had woken up from their dreams.
This is the first time I have seen a funeral for the enemy.
What is the name of this song?
I want to bet on this team and add five points.
Haha, this year's Battle of the Worm Competition finally didn't disappoint me.
……
Someone also took out his cell phone and recorded the paragraph on the screen.
Although Paradise Island is hidden in the shadow of the mainstream world, it is not completely isolated from the world. Every year, some clips of the island will leak out. As long as other guests are not photographed, no one will care about it.
The man recorded the entire funeral and singing clips and transferred them to his friend. After redirecting them, he finally appeared on a well-known foreign forum.
However, after many editing of the video, only the singing part was retained, and Qiao Qiao and the other two faces appeared in the video for only two seconds.
This video has not caused too many waves on the Internet. Although the singing is nice and the picture is interesting, modern people have to experience countless bombardment of information and news every day. Without understanding the background of the video, most people have watched it once, sighed and turned their heads to chase the bigger hot spots.
However, this short video was captured by something else.
A Chinese information technology research center.
Facial recognition was successful, with a similarity of 95%.
There is insufficient information on physical characteristics and the matching cannot be completed.
Start vocal analysis.
Voice recognition was successful, with a similarity of 93%.
The comprehensive matching degree is 85%, number 47759, information database number 3 has been entered.
……
Huh?
Several staff members who were busy debugging the lines looked at each other: 85%?This is the highest matching level since the operation?
It still reaches 85% under the premise of lack of physical data.
Maybe this is the person they are looking for?
What the hell know.One person shook his head and used the supercomputer to find someone. I don’t know what those geniuses of the Chinese Academy of Sciences thought.
Don’t say that, maybe it was a spy or something, who stole important research materials and ran abroad to hide it. Have you heard of the Prism Gate?
It makes some sense, no wonder you use precious computing power in such places.But 85% should be considered a match, right?Why do you still need to enter the information database?
I don't understand either. I just heard that the matching degree below 50% will be automatically ignored, and only the number will be archived after more than 50%.
The other person shrugged. Maybe they couldn't keep watching the progress, so they filed it first and wait until they saved hundreds or eighty before checking?
Both of them were just ordinary employees responsible for line maintenance and did not know much about the internal logic of these behemoths. After guessing for a long time, no one could tell the reason, so they put this matter behind their minds and discussed what to eat for lunch.
On the other hand, Zhou Yuanchuan had just finished his day's work, walked out of the laboratory, and changed into work clothes.
The assistant quickly handed him nutritional water. Zhou Yuanchuan reluctantly took a few sips, then shook his head and stopped drinking. The assistant looked embarrassed and tactfully reminded him that the vitamins he had been taking for a week were below normal levels. If he continued, he could only report them to the medical team and let them do a comprehensive examination.
Zhou Yuanchuan glanced at him, picked up the nutrient water and drank the remaining half bottle in one sip.
The assistant swallowed a mouthful of saliva and used the excuse to arrange lunch for Zhou Yuanchuan, and hurriedly fled the scene.
Although he had been working with Professor Zhou for almost ten years, he still saw some terrible things in that faint glance, unlike the gentle Professor Zhou who was usually a gentleman, but like another stranger who had the same appearance as Professor Zhou.
He had never seen it before, and he was extremely scared.
After the assistant left, Zhou Yuanchuan couldn't help but rub his eyebrows.
He knew that he had passed the eyes just now, and he shouldn't let his emotions be exposed to the point where ordinary people could notice. The assistant was just an NPC who could only act according to the rules, and he was only an NPC. Why was he angry with an NPC?
Maybe I have had too many worries recently.
Zhou Yuanchuan himself was shocked by this conclusion. Troubles were just redundant neural signals generated by the cerebral cortex stimulated by the survival crisis. It would neither have any impact on the material world nor influence the laws of development of things.
It has no practical use except to consume energy and torture the fragile mentality of human beings.
But apart from this explanation, he couldn't find any other reason for the time being.
After calming down, Zhou Yuanchuan turned on the computer in front of him and logged into the operating system of the supercomputer center.
This is the eighth day of this system operation. In fact, in terms of calculation speed, even if all the pictures and videos generated by the birth of the Internet are checked, it will not take so long. However, Zhou Yuanchuan adjusted it to the monitoring state and filtered every newly uploaded information to the Internet, which caused it to work for more than a week.
But this is just the beginning. If you can't find Qiaoqiao, it doesn't matter even if it runs for a month, a year, or ten years.
In Zhou Yuanchuan's eyes, the so-called "precious computing power" is just a high-level tool. Moreover, for him, it is more valuable to use it on Qiao Qiao than on a high-energy particle collider.
Opening the information database No. 1, Zhou Yuanchuan began to check the videos and images that were numbered and archived today one by one. Countless information is born on the Internet every day. Even if the parts below 50% match are eliminated, this is still a very huge task.
The faces on the screen are similar to her, but they are different.
Xiao Qiao, where did you go?
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