Steel steam and flame

What went wrong? Cassia did not consider whether it was a machine failure. The manufacturing process and technology of the differential engine are all in the hands of the empire, and the companies and their factories that authorize production are also monitored by the empire throughout the process. Moreover, all the things they made were empty shells, and the core components were transported by the empire's special development agency through professional teams. In an empire where industrial capabilities have reached today, the probability of errors and failures of the differential engine, a high-precision product, is almost zero. Although it is gradually being eliminated, it can continue to serve ordinary people for a long time. This is still a national library, and regional managers should not want any leakage to affect themselves.

He then entered other things, such as platinum bullet ratio and firearm model query. The results came out quickly and were correct. There's nothing wrong with the machine, it's just the place name, he thought.

Standing aside and thinking about it, this is an important thing, and he has a deep memory. Grote's words were still clearly stored in his head word for word. He entered them exactly as he typed them in. His reading, writing and input methods were all correct, and the mistakes he made didn't seem to come from him.

Has the pronunciation changed? Cassia made another guess, then tapped the keyboard with her fingers, inputting all possible pronunciations, or the glyphs associated with them, for search. But the results are no exception. The red font became more and more eye-catching, filling Cassia's eyes. The general terrain of the location described by Grote was also entered into the related search after Cassia sorted out the relevant language. The result was obtained at this time, but what is the difference between it and the travel brochure bought in front of the station?

Try to connect to the city's main analysis engine. There is a more complete storage library there, and the computing performance is unmatched by the difference engine. The wait took a little longer, and Cassia repeated what he did on the difference engine. The time spent doubled, and corresponding content appeared every time, but it was obvious that it was not what he needed.

Cassia stopped tapping her fingers on the keyboard and began to sort out the whole thing. From meeting Grote, to the conversation by the fire in the spiritual world, to now being in this magnificent library, using the function of the difference engine to connect to the city's main analysis machine to search for what you want. . Every step was correct, almost remarkable, provided that Grote didn't lie.

That's not a lie, Cassia made the assumption, but she already believed Grote in her heart. The first-generation Knight King seemed to have no motive or reason to lie to him.

"The problem is not on my side, nor on the machine." Cassia thought, "Did the empire delete this place name from people's awareness?" It seems possible.

"Excuse me, are you encountering a problem? You don't know how to use it?" There was a questioning tone at the end of the sentence. Cassia was startled because she was immersed in thinking and did not pay attention to the surrounding environment. As a library staff The girl had come to his side unknowingly. Perhaps not unconsciously, the girl was wearing flat shoes, light pink, with small soles, less than half the size of the patent leather shoes Cassia was wearing that far exceeded their load. The pink shoes made a lot of noise when they stepped on the wooden floor of the library, which was renovated and waxed every once in a while.

The girl came here holding the book and hugged it to her chest. Her body was still growing and she was a head shorter than Cassia. She walked around Cassia's body and leaned forward to look at the display panel, which was mostly blocked by the strong body.

Cassia shook her head and tapped the button with her fingers at an extremely fast speed, completely erasing what was still displayed on the panel. I don’t know if she finished these things after the girl printed the above content in her eyes. Cassia finally knocked the switch and the main valve was closed. The difference engine hidden under the exquisite appearance immediately lost steam power and became silent.

I wonder if this would be rude? Cassia thought as she took a step back to distance herself from the girl.

"No." He answered in a dry voice.

The girl's face turned a little red, and then she realized that her behavior just now was rude.

"You've been standing there for a long time, pressing the retrieval button. Are you upset?" the girl asked, "What can I possibly do to help you?"

Cassia did not respond to the girl's question. After confirming that it was just her good intentions, she shook her head: "Thank you, I have found it. I will leave immediately."

"Well, then..." the girl continued to say, but Cassia had already turned around and walked away. The soles of her feet were not at all what an eighteen-year-old youth should have. They were so heavy that they "crunched" when they stepped on the floor.

The girl watched the person who made her feel strange leave. The surrounding area seemed empty again, and the yellow light did not raise the temperature here much. From time to time, a limousine honked its horn outside, and the sound crossed the road, entered the window, and finally fell into the girl's ears.

Silence returned to the hall, and the neat tables and chairs on one side of the door seemed to be trying their best to maintain their current state, with a majestic aura like a sculpture in the center of the square fountain. They watched the girl walk past them, sit behind the service desk, and bury her head, blocked by the pile of books. Things are back to normal here.

Soon after, the girl stood up, put down the book she had been reading, took off her glasses, walked to the difference machine, pressed the switch, and input what she saw at that moment based on the memory in her mind. thing.

The results were displayed on the panel, but they were all the same useless information as what Cassia had obtained.

Turning off the difference engine, the girl went to the search catalog and based on her natural familiarity with books and the amount of reading she had done, she felt everything that might be related to them.

The books found were piled up on several tables nearby. But the girl's gain can only be replaced by zero.

At this time, the sun broke through the obstacles of broken clouds in the sky and fell, golden light without any temperature. The fine floating dust in the library is illuminated by the evening light and moves in the air.

The girl lay on the chair, rubbing her sore head, looking up at the ceiling covered with murals. The light from the lamp made her eyes sore soon, so she simply closed them and rested for a while.

The girl felt that the quiet surroundings gave her a different kind of peace of mind. I've been in a hurry all afternoon, but I haven't found anything. My body is tired from constantly moving the ladder. She wanted to just sleep like this, but soon the sound of footsteps approaching from far away forced her to open her eyes.

"Shaco, it's time to go home." An old man with white hair walked in, wearing a standard navy blue dress, holding a badly worn document bag. He wore old eyes, his eyes were wise, he was in great spirits, and he was full of emotions that were incomparable with his age. Conform to the vitality. There is a logo on the document package, half of which is blurred, but it does not prevent the clear other half from showing that it is the badge of the top school in the city.