The Death Knell

She said she wanted to ask for directions, but as if the death knell pressed some dark button in her heart, Jessica walked straight to the security room that was closed by a steel fence, and looked in through the small window.

There was no one inside, and I don’t know where the security guard went at this time.

So she stretched out her little white hands, grabbed the fence, shook it a few times, and pulled hard!

With the sound of metal deforming, the entire metal frame was torn off the concrete wall by her. The ends of the metal were still connected to large cement blocks, and they were thrown aside casually.

Then she raised her elbow and knocked it on the inner bulletproof glass, and the thick transparent wall suddenly broke out with spiderweb-like shattering patterns.

"I'll go in and use the computer."

Jessica explained to Deathstroke and received a please gesture.

So she jumped onto the window sill, turned around, kicked away the broken glass, and got into the security room.

Su Ming also wanted to see her performance, so even though Hangzhou could clearly smell where there were living people and dead people in this building, he didn't speak and just leaned against the window and watched her performance.

The conditions in the entire security room are quite good. After all, it is an institution funded by the government. Not only does it have a rest room, but there is also a dressing room and a washroom at the back. There is some moisture in the air. It must be someone who left in a panic. Forgot to turn off the faucet.

Jessica began to fiddle with the computer on the desktop. In order to prove that she could indeed be a private detective, she also explained her ideas to Deathstroke while working:

"There is only one computer in the security room, but there are seven sets of raincoats hanging on the wall, so the computers are shared." She typed on the keyboard a few times, and then began to look through the drawer below: "Generally, public computers do not have passwords, but this one does. , but the password must be written down in a notebook nearby, there is always someone who has a bad memory."

As she spoke, she found something, rubbed her nose with her fingers, and continued typing on the keyboard.

"With the password, you can enter the system, and then investigate the department distribution map in the security system... Well, this file? No, this is an pornographic film, okay, what about this one? Uh, more pornographic films. ....."

Her little face turned red. This was really embarrassing. Who knew what kind of things would be in those folders that said 'Top Secret', 'Night Shift Arrangements' and the like? !

And even the soliloquy was heard by the death knell!

Su Ming smiled and shook his head. He crossed his arms and added, "Try using numbered folders. The security guards won't pay too much attention to work-related things."

After listening to his words, the girl hurriedly closed the small movie and opened another folder on the desktop.

Sure enough, that was the real schedule and the distribution area of ​​the departments.

"How did you know it was this folder?" She said with a look of surprise on her face, remembering the map in her mind: "You didn't even look at the screen."

"In a place like the Forensic Center, police or other law enforcement agencies come in and out every day. Being a security guard here is just a way to get through the day." Su Ming smiled and patted the window sill to indicate that she could come out: "No one will Come and rob this place. The evidence investigated here is all real-time connected to the FBI for data backup. If you destroy this place, you can't even destroy the evidence. The investment and return are not proportional at all. When the desktop is filled with those kind of movie folders, On the contrary, the most inconspicuous folder is the most serious, which involves some psychology."

People always love to compare and evaluate, such as who is more beautiful or uglier, who is taller or shorter. According to Freud, this is the process of selecting sexual partners and screening genetic genes.

The 'proportion effect' is a level higher than subconscious instinct, because this judgment analysis is more abstract 'more' and 'less'.

For example, if there is one small red ball among a hundred small black balls, people will directly judge that there are very few red balls.

But when the number of red balls reaches a certain level, even if there are eighty red balls and one hundred black balls, all mixed together in a box, people will not be able to tell at a glance which color balls there are. Rely on statistics or other methods.

The proportional effect is actually a psychological process in which the chooser transitions from subconscious to subjective will.

Some people dare to assert that there are more spheres of a certain kind even if the number of red and black balls differs by one or two; some people want to count them to determine the specific number even if the number of red and black balls differs by twenty or thirty.

I can't say which one is better, it's just two types of people, the former is more emotional and the latter is more rational.

The case in front of them is very simple. As security guards working in positions with no future, they subconsciously hope to work as little as possible.

Therefore, the folder that stores the real work content must be the most unique among the many files on the desktop, or at least the one that can be 'considered' to be the least.

Everyone wants to work less. This is human nature. It’s not that we are indolent, but who doesn’t want to make money easily?

The work will not be reduced due to the subjective wishes of the security guards. They still have to patrol when they should, and they still have to be on duty when they should. This is just a kind of self-comfort.

"So that's it, do you understand?"

Su Ming gave her a rough explanation along the way. When he finished speaking, he happened to arrive outside the door of the morgue.

The third underground floor is so quiet that it penetrates people, and the corridors are full of gloom.

"Uh, probably..." Jessica seemed like she didn't understand. What kind of nonsense is this?

But she did understand another thing, that is, Deathstroke's previous judgment relied on experience, which was exactly what she lacked.

Seeing that her little face looked like a 'question mark black man', Su Ming knew that she didn't understand. After all, she was only a high school student and not as easy to take care of as Daisy.

"Don't worry about that. Are you ready now? Your family is behind this door."

Jessica nodded, and her eyes turned to the double doors in front of her. Unlike the hospital, the morgue here looked more like a warehouse, with white lights shining through the cracks in the door.

To be honest, she didn't know if she was ready to see her family again, but now that the city was like this, she was worried that she might not have the chance in the future.

It’s not that something might happen to me, but the Zerg warship in the sky is so big, and if it falls and one falls on top of the building, will the remains of the family members stored inside be intact?

But she didn't have much time to think. Deathstroke had already opened the door, and the white light in front of her illuminated everything.

The first thing that caught her eye was a row of cold stainless steel operating tables, then an entire wall of morgues, and finally, she saw the shivering living people hiding behind various pieces of furniture.

Maybe when Deathstroke found him in the hospital, he was hiding like this too, right? It seems a bit funny.

Thinking of this, she suddenly discovered another thing.

Has he grown up just by acting with Deathstroke for a few dozen minutes? There was even no fear at all, as if it was all sucked away by him...