High-profile King

The twilight is deep, the weather in Kashgar has changed from the scorching heat of the day and the sun to the gloomy and cold night, and the temperature is dripping into ice.

Under this temperature, there are few pedestrians on the streets outside the golden business district left in the city center. There are only a few dilapidated small restaurants outside the complex and a bleak grocery store with dim lights.

Zhang Jiao got out of the car and shivered, sucked his nose, shrank his head and put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked into the grocery store, bought a few warm babies, and put them in a circle on his waist. Community.

A few minutes later, he walked around the trail in the dark and came to an apartment building that looked quite old.

Entering the head unit, he stopped on the 3rd floor, Xihu, knocked on the door and shouted: "Consultant Han, I'm here, open the door."

After knocking several times, the door finally opened, revealing Han Young's fat face.

Looking at Zhang Jiao, "Mr. Zhang, we made an appointment in the afternoon. What time is it now?"

It’s not good for lone men and women to live in the same room at this late hour..."

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person." Zhang Jiao looked at Han Ying's black fluffy lips with the light from the room, and interrupted her with a snap of her mouth, "Furthermore, you obviously asked me to meet first.

I said to go to the tea house, you have to stay at home and do not want to go out, so my boss has to come to visit.

But I am so busy, how can I control the time, it would be nice to be able to come.

Oh eldest sister, the temperature difference between day and night in Kashgar is so big. I accompany a few councillors to finish dinner, and I came over to look for you without returning home. I was still wearing single clothes.

Would you let me come in and warm up first? "

Han Ying hesitated for a while, letting the door open and said, "That's not an example, come in."

"Thank you so much." Zhang Jiao said with a curled lips. When he walked into the room, he felt an unspeakable, frowning but unsatisfactory smell that rushed into his nose.

He couldn't help but sneezed, and asked with a bitter face, "Counselor Han, you won't have been ventilating with the window for dozens of days, right?"

"I said last time last time, I haven't been used to opening windows since I was young." Han Ying said blankly.

"You really don't change your original intention." After hearing this, Zhang Jiao subconsciously looked at the pile of garbage in the living room and the black thick velvet curtains hanging on the windows, and said dryly: "I have never been used to living in a big house since I was young, so I don't move. Go to the big apartment prepared by the company for you.

I was not used to too bright light since I was a child, so I even asked me to prepare the light-shielding cloth in the professional ‘black room’ and make curtains for your first month’s salary.

I was not used to opening windows since I was young, so I made the smell of the room like this.

Then why don't you live in the cricket pot. "

"Mr Zhang, did you come to me so late just to complain about my living habits?" Han Ying said blankly.

"Ah, of course not." Zhang Jiao was taken aback, and said with a dry smile: "You said that the last time I asked you to deduct things, the conclusion has already come out, what is it?"

"Come to my study." Han Ying didn't answer his question directly, wandering to the west wall of the living room, opened the door and entered another room apart.

Contrary to a messy living room, this room is spotlessly cleaned.

In addition to a few large cabinet-type processors connected to the wall;

Projection monitor, keyboard and mouse placed on a desk;

And the curvature of a backrest placed behind the desk is extremely ergonomic, and there is nothing outside the comfortable sofa chair.

Han Ying entered the room and sat down directly on the sofa chair unceremoniously. While projecting a computer screen on the opposite wall, he said, "The floor is very clean. You can sit anywhere."

"Thank you, but I just need to stand." Zhang Jiao came to Han Ying with a stinky face, and subconsciously looked at the pattern projected on the wall that looked like a ball of thread, and was immediately attracted. Lost attention.

After studying carefully for a long time, he murmured: "Consultant Han, this is the'event derivation' software you have developed.

Thousands of detailed clues intersect each other, and the resulting variables are probably more than hundreds of millions. In the end, how can we get rid of innocence? "

"Mr. Zhang, I really didn't expect it," Han Ying said with a surprised expression when he heard the words: "You can understand this legend without me explaining.

It seems that rich and powerful politicians are not all idiots. I used to be too one-sided. "

"Can you answer my question directly?" Zhang Jiao returned to his senses and gritted his teeth.

"There is no process of'removing the false and keeping the truth'," Han Ying smiled proudly and said, "I'm not one of those gods with mysterious powers. How do I know what is true and what is false.

Everything is determined by the probability algorithm, and this is the core of the ‘event derivation’. "

Then she lowered her voice and said in a heavy tone: "Based on the basic information you provided, after 3 days and more than 50 hours of derivation, I came to the conclusion:

There is an 89.21% probability that the mythical strong man in Yiyuan was polluted by evil.

This kind of thing must never be talked about on the phone, so I invited you to meet and talk. "

"I didn't expect that your dead house still has this scheming." Zhang Jiao was silent for a long time, and said with a wry smile: "Ah, now we are fighting with Jiang Chu invading army, and suddenly lost a strategic level. Deterrence by force is not a good sign."

"If you are worried about the battle between Yi Yuan and Jiang Chu, you don't have to," Han Ying shook his head, "Because the war is about to be forced to end."

"What," Zhang Jiao was taken aback, blurted out, "Why?"

"Because the head is not the butt." Han Ying explained abstractly.

Zhang Jiao was still at a loss if he didn't listen, but knew that Han Ying would never make any low-level jokes with him, and said helplessly, "Will you please talk to me, consultant Han."

Han Ying looked at him with a caring and mentally retarded gaze. Instead of answering Zhang Jiao’s question directly, he took out a bottle of Coke from the drawer of the desk and opened it ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a snap.

Dip his finger in the Coke, drew a large circle on the desk, and drew three small circles side by side inside the large circle.

Then I clicked a bit in the center of one of the small circles, and clicked a bit outside the small circle and inside the large circle.

Then Han Ying pointed to the big circle, "Suppose this is the muddy continent where all souls live."

He pointed to three small circles, "This is the east, west, and middle three continents occupied by humans.

It exists in the embrace of Tumu Continent like a Siamese baby. "

Afterwards, she pointed to the small circle in the middle, "This small circle is the East Continent where we live."

Then pointed to the point in the middle of the small circle, "This is Jiang Chu, Xi Qin and Shan Jin."

Pointed to the point outside the small circle again, "This is Nanyang, do you understand?"

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