Sherlock Holmes

Hopkins was also looking at the photo in his hand. Like everyone else around him, he was also wondering why there was such a question.

Obviously, this question appeared temporarily, and even the people who came to participate in the screening a few days ago had never seen this question.

As the most elite person among the younger generation of the Tribunal, he easily discovered the greatest possibility of this additional test question.

People from the Academy of Life Sciences probably didn't know the password to the safe, so the senior management adhered to the concept of "use it in vain" and wanted to use their own group of people to try to figure out the password.

And he seemed quite anxious.

But if you were really anxious, why did you only give one photo? Other than that, no information is given.

It's so hidden, there is no entry point at all, and there is no basis for reasoning at all?

Is it possible that you want people in this room to make up nonsense?

It was already past midnight, and the test on the case files had ended, so a large room of people could only stare blankly at the photos in their hands.

Then continue to be confused

Gradually, there were some whispers in the lounge, and some people even complained outright.

The people who can sit here are not simple people, and the organizations they belong to are also highly respected. Even if they say it, the civilians of the empire will look up and kneel down.

Then of course everyone will have some arrogance.

Faced with such a question that seemed like nothing, some people couldn't bear it after all. They slapped the banknotes heavily on the table in front of them, then stood up and left the room.

As the first person left, the dissatisfaction in the room became more intense. As time passed, more and more people got up and opened the door to the lounge with their own emotions.

Fortunately, this group of people still retained their proper gentlemanly demeanor. They did not curse or complain as soon as they went out. They just stood quietly in the corridor, under those extraordinarily bright gas lights, and glanced at them from time to time through the glass of the lounge. The colleagues inside were still looking sad.

Among them, the one who gets the most attention is naturally Judge Hopkins. After all, everyone who has heard of him knows what a genius he is.

At this time, he was frowning, looking at the photo in his hand, motionless.

Although most people think that it is impossible for anyone to guess the password of this safe, if you really have to choose one person who can bring about miracles, it is only Hopkins.

Just when all eyes were focused on him, some eyes suddenly noticed a figure sitting on the edge of the lounge.

The man was sitting alone, without any companions around him, except for a pile of ridiculous-looking files. At this moment, the man was also staring blankly at the photo in his hand, and seemed to be frowning, thoughtfully. look like.

"hehe."

In the corridor, a tiny chuckle suddenly appeared.

And laughter is contagious, so right after, there was a moment of chuckles from the side.

Several people who laughed were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other. Although they didn't say anything, they seemed to understand the reason for the other's smile.

Yes, what on earth is that private detective from London doing?

If Hopkins's daze was about searching for a possible direction of inference in his wild and divergent thinking, then the private detective's daze was, well, just a daze.

Not only was he in a daze, he was also very self-deceiving and did not want to admit his incompetence.

Well, the word incompetent seems a bit hurtful. According to the level of a private detective, this guy is probably really a genius, and he also has his own pride.

However, there is a gap between genius and genius. It is a bit cruel to throw a private detective among so many powerful people.

When I thought about that guy's previous attitude towards the dossier, I guess he had already realized the huge gap between himself and the people around him at that time. However, his fragile self-esteem could not rationally accept this fact. A slightly absurd scene.

Thinking about it this way, he seems quite pitiful.

In the lounge, Sherlock's body did not move, and he seemed to be in a daze. However, if someone leaned down and looked at his eyes, they would find that his expression was so focused and excited at this time.

He was so excited that he couldn't blink, and a lot of bloodshot eyes had appeared due to dryness, but he remained motionless, as if he had long forgotten that he was a human and had the instinct to 'blink'

At this moment, of course, he was not just looking at the photo. In fact, in front of his eyes, there was dense information, text, pictures, and extremely complicated annotations. They were piled on top of one another. It's like a bunch of clouds of different colors and shapes, intertwined with each other, slowly floating and rotating. If you want to see its content clearly, you have to barely catch a glimpse of it through the tiny gaps between them. A corner of it is spliced ​​and integrated with the fragments seen before, and then it can be transformed into the most fragmented information and entered into the mind.

And this information is also all-inclusive, because the photos give too few clues, so Sherlock can only expand the scope of the investigation to an extremely terrifying level.

Including all the information he could see about 'Dean Darwin', from childhood to adulthood, childhood, student days, teachers he visited, friends he had contact with, these records were all very fragmentary, but it didn't matter, Sherlock could do it himself I have sorted it out, and also included my eating habits, hobbies, daily life, where I have been in the empire, the time I wrote each paper, my daily routine, my mantra, and some speeches at scientific award ceremonies. I have read them several times. .

During this period, of course, he also quickly browsed Darwin's family structure, and while browsing, he seemed to notice something very interesting.

But there was so much information that Sherlock needed to filter, and the large amount of filtering and processing made his brain hurt, so this interesting thing, but temporarily unrelated to passwords, was filtered out of his brain in an instant, causing him to No one reacted.

Anyway, Sherlock is making a crazy attempt.

He is trying to use this method to simulate Dean Darwin's personality, temperament, habits, etc. To put it bluntly, he is putting himself into the other party and imagining what kind of settings he will set up when facing this safe. password.

This sounds very ridiculous.

Because this is equivalent to doing an "exhaustive enumeration method", listing all possibilities, and then coming up with a lot of extremely complicated sequence of numbers.

But fortunately, "exhaustive" is not without rules. For example, people with poor memory often use their home phone number and birthday as passwords, while lazy people often set all passwords to one and are good at making plans with rules and regulations. People like numbers on the diagonal. People with obsessive-compulsive disorder. If the first password number is 1, then the last number will most likely be 1, and so on.

In short, everything is not traceable. Of course, even if there are traces, it is equivalent to searching for tiny grains of gold sand in a river thousands of kilometers long, regardless of the amount of work or the consumption. At this time, it has reached a level that is unimaginable.

But Sherlock didn't care. He listed and sifted quickly and frantically, even enjoying it. Time gradually passed until the last ten minutes. Hopkins finally took a few deep breaths, then wrote a set of numbers, got up and left the lounge.

In fact, he has done a good enough job. He roughly guessed a production time period through the model of this safe. Because of its weight, the shipping range should only be in the current administrative state, and then from its oxidized surface, as well as the left side The shadow at the bottom shows that it has been placed for a long time, near a window, but the lighting time is no more than one hour a day. The environment is slightly dry, and there is a slightly cool acidity in the air. It may be close to a large kitchen or a certain area. A laboratory with chemical products, in the end, even took the risk to identify its owner as a senior leader of the Academy of Life Sciences, male, over 50 years old.

In short, the last password he wrote was the day when the [School of Life Sciences] was officially named.

This was all he could do, and he knew clearly that if he gave himself more time, he wouldn't be able to make much progress, so he could only sigh and leave his seat.

As soon as he walked out of the lounge, when he glanced at the people standing outside the door, he suddenly realized something and immediately turned around and took a look.

Then, he was surprised to see that the private detective from London still hadn't come out. He was still sitting in his original seat and even found that the other person's posture at this moment was still the same as when he last looked at him.

At that time, the photos were just being distributed.

Hopkins frowned slightly in shock!

And a person next to him who was also wearing the robe of the Tribunal saw him coming out and took the initiative to greet him:

"Haha, I'm quite surprised too. This guy is still sitting inside and pretending. There should be a limit."

The man said with a smile:

"How do you feel? I got a few files. I remember you got at least 6 sets, right?"

But the words have not yet finished!

Suddenly, after thinking about it for more than an hour, Sherlock suddenly grabbed a pen.

This sudden behavior made everyone who had not left the door startled for a moment, and then looked over curiously. Then, they saw Sherlock holding down the piece of paper with the photo printed on it, and then writing furiously. .

He wrote very quickly, as if he were scribbling.

And on that page, groups of numbers were also written.

He wrote more than two hundred groups!

When he couldn't write on a piece of paper anymore, he tore off a piece of the case book next to him, and then wrote dozens more.

This behavior made everyone at the door bewildered. Even the staff member who had been standing in the corner as a statue couldn't help but cast a surprised look.

Finally, two o'clock in the morning arrived.

The staff member walked over, looked at Sherlock who showed no intention of stopping, hesitated for a moment, and finally said:

"Sir, the time has come."

"Huh?!" Sherlock raised his head, looked at the clock on the wall, then sighed depressedly, and handed over the paper in his hand seemingly reluctantly.

Then he walked out of the lounge in front of everyone's surprised eyes.

As soon as I go out

He saw Judge Hopkins who was still standing at the door. Thinking of this person's kindness to him before, Sherlock also responded with a polite greeting:

"How's it going? Are you sure about the final password?"

Hopkins did not respond immediately because he didn't know how to respond to the word 'confident' in the other party's words. He could only shake his head: "No."

Then he hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about you?"

Sherlock also sighed:

"There are too many possibilities. In the end, I just simplified it to 344 groups, and I haven't finished writing yet."