The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 105 You bunch of insects! (Please subscribe!)

Outside the interrogation room.

"So fast?"

The troubled Detective, who found nothing, twitched his lips after listening to the story of his partner, Detective Amy Santiago.

"That's how fast!"

Detective Amy Santiago raised her chin.

She rarely has the upper hand in front of her partners. Now, although she is borrowing Chuck's ride, she also goes with him. Chuck is not from the NYPD, so rounding it off is her credit!

At this time, Detective Shenfan's cell phone rang. After answering the call, he listened for a moment and said, "I'll be right over."

"What's wrong?"

Detective Amy Santiago saw her partner leaving and quickly followed.

"The technician cracked the phone password."

Detective Shenfan said as he walked.

"I'll notify Dr. Wolfe immediately."

Detective Amy Santiago followed and took out her cell phone to call Chuck.

"No."

The 99th Precinct is not very big. In a short time, it has reached the single room where the technician is. The annoyed detective pursed his lips and said: "They have been here a long time ago."

"What's going on now?"

Detective Amy Santiago also saw it, put away her cell phone, and walked in quickly. She wanted to ask Chuck directly, but saw Chuck looking at the killer's cell phone, and turned to the technician when he spoke.

"The mobile phone password is easy to crack, but after cracking it, I found that the information was also encrypted."

The technician smiled bitterly: "This kind of encryption is very difficult to crack."

"Detective, can you crack it?"

Detective Shenfan laughed.

"needs time."

Chuck browsed the encrypted messages on his phone.

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't help but come over and take a look, and immediately complained: "What are all these?"

The information is full of strange characters that make no sense at all.

"Encrypted message."

Chuck replied seriously.

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was speechless. Seeing the technician smiling at her, she said angrily: "Have you found the anonymous organizer of the mathematical scavenger hunt?"

"I just cracked the password on my phone..."

The technician defended, and when he met the goddess detective's big eyes, he immediately bowed his head and said softly: "I'll check it right away."

"Now that the situation is unclear, we should inform other participants to stop playing this dangerous game."

Detective Shenfan reminded.

"Dr. Wolfe has informed you."

Detective Amy Santiago shrugged and said, "A math circle is just a circle. Everything you need to know is already known."

That night.

"Dr. Wolfe, Peggy told me that the math scavenger hunt is over. Is this true?"

Little Sheldon called unhappy.

"it is true."

Chuck said.

"Why?"

Little Sheldon was puzzled.

He was only passively informed of the news, and no one explained the reason to him, which he couldn't accept.

"For reasons you don't want to know."

Chuck said bluntly.

"I would like to know!"

Little Sheldon was dissatisfied: "This game is not over yet, how can it be so casual and not allowed to be played?"

He also has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the game ends abnormally, which is really upsetting for him. What's more, he has never played such an interesting game since he was born, and he doesn't want it to end.

Chuck was silent.

"Hello? Are you still there?"

Little Sheldon waited for a while, but when there was no response, he couldn't help raising his voice and asked.

"Because I'm Batman."

Chuck's deep voice sounded again.

"Don't say that again!!!"

Little Sheldon then realized that Chuck had been silent for a long time just to say these words that made him very angry. He suddenly screamed loudly, his voice full of grievance and discomfort.

"I said you don't want to know the reason."

Chuck said calmly and then hung up the phone.

It is better to send Little Sheldon away with this sentence than to tell him the truth. 'Because I am Batman' may make Little Sheldon feel extremely uncomfortable as always and contribute some yin and yang points to Chuck, but the truth is

It would probably scare little Sheldon out of his mind.

Um.

This is the tough guy tenderness that belongs to Chuck.

Professor Alicia Harper's home.

"Insects! They are all a group of insects!"

Professor John Harper was going crazy. He was walking around the house, mumbling something, and after accidentally touching his forehead, he banged his forehead against the door.

"John, what's wrong with you?"

His wife, Professor Alicia Harper, saw this scene and reluctantly stepped forward to stop it.

"Insects! They are all a group of insects!"

Professor John Harper repeated this sentence, becoming more and more manic: "They don't understand the value of mathematics at all! They ruined everything!!!"

"who are they?"

Professor Alicia Harper put her hand in front of her husband's forehead and asked with a frown.

"I have no idea!"

Professor John Harper shouted irritably: "They are just a group of insects anyway! They ruined my plan!"

"what's the plan?"

Professor Alicia Harper held down her irritable husband and asked.

"That's confidential, I can't tell you!"

Professor John Harper glanced at his wife, shook his head repeatedly, kept muttering "I can't tell you", pushed his wife away, and rushed out.

Professor Alicia Harper stabilized her body and walked out. Looking at her husband who could not drive, pushing his bicycle and riding away, she reached up and covered her mouth, tears like broken pearls.

Professor John Harper pedaled vigorously towards Princeton University and arrived at the abandoned building in the northeast corner.

"professor."

The staff are still respectful, but the number is much smaller.

"I want to see William!"

Professor John Harper lowered his head and muttered.

"The boss is not here now."

Staff reminder.

"I want to see William! I want to see William now!!!"

Professor John Harper spoke louder and louder, and then he simply shouted louder and louder.

"Professor, don't get excited, I'll call the boss immediately."

The staff was not surprised and immediately reassured me.

"I want to see William!"

Professor John Harper just kept repeating this sentence.

"What happened, John?"

The staff handed him the connected phone, and Big Brother William's displeased voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Game interrupted."

After Professor John Harper heard Big Brother's voice, he immediately relaxed a lot. He glanced at the staff who were looking at him, walked to the office upstairs with his cell phone, and whispered.

"What?"

Big Brother William didn't react for a moment.

"The math treasure hunt I asked you to organize was interrupted."

Professor John Harper entered the office, closed it, and looked out through the gap in the blinds, as if to prevent others from eavesdropping.

"Is this happening?"

Big brother William said indifferently: "Okay, I understand, I will send someone to find out."

"No!"

Professor John Harper noticed Big Brother William's perfunctory behavior and became excited again: "They don't understand the importance of this matter, don't you understand it too?! This is a major issue related to whether the P=NP problem can be proved.

!

The future world is a world of electronic information. The previous password decryption is outdated. We need more powerful and effective decryption tools. Once the proof of P=NP is completed, and with the corresponding software program, encryption based on past encryption principles,

There will be no secrets in front of us, we will easily break all encryption and control all information, and information is everything! So I need the wisdom of Dr. Wolfe and others!!!

The mathematical treasure hunt game can screen people with enough mathematical talent and intelligence, and unknowingly mobilize their interests for my use. But now the designed mathematical treasure hunt game has been destroyed by others, and all my efforts have been in vain, you know

Does this mean anything?!!!”

"John!"

On the other end of the phone, Big Brother William shouted and immediately calmed down the irritable John, and then comforted him in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, I will send someone to investigate."

This is not the first time that Professor John Harper has explained to him the great value that the proof of the P=NP mathematical problem has for their profession.

But he is not a layman who doesn't know anything. He has consulted others a long time ago. This statement is indeed true, but basic mathematics research is no better than any other research. Maybe one day someone will suddenly make a breakthrough, but it is more of a toss-up.

It has been stuck there for hundreds of years without any waves.

Therefore, although he is willing to provide the necessary conditions for Professor John Harper's continued research, he will not invest too much energy and resources in it.

"Dr. Wolf and their safety need to be guaranteed!"

Professor John Harper was shocked into silence by Big Brother William's drink, and murmured in a low voice.

"I know."

Big brother William said a few more words to him and hung up the phone.

The next day.

NYPD 99th Precinct.

"What?"

Detective Amy Santiago heard news that she couldn't accept just after she got to work: "The person was taken away by the FBI?"

"Yes, someone came and took it away overnight."

The well-informed old police detective pouted towards the detective's office: "The boss approved it."

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was speechless and quickly called Chuck to tell him the news: "It seems you are right. It does have something to do with the FBI."

"Not necessarily the FBI."

Chuck said calmly: "It's also possible that the NSA, CIA and other agencies are borrowing the name of the FBI. I'll call and ask."

Detective Amy Santiago twitched her lips.

She has indeed heard this gossip, because the FBI is the largest law enforcement agency in the country, and agencies such as the CIA do not have domestic law enforcement rights, so basically everyone has an FBI ID when conducting domestic activities. If anything goes wrong, it is all the fault of the FBI.

Of course, there are real FBI undercover agents of the CIA. On the contrary, the CIA also has FBI undercover agents. You monitor me, and I monitor you. It is very similar to the Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei, six doors, east factory, west factory, and insiders.

"Has the encrypted message been cracked?"

"not yet."

Chuck shook his head: "The person who designed this encryption is a super genius, and it will take time to crack it."

After hanging up the phone, he called Hotchner, the BAU's agent in charge.

As an important agency director within the FBI, Agent Hotchner has access to very high levels within the FBI.

(End of chapter)