Wine and Gun

In this way, if someone really wants to come in through the door, he can still have a chance to escape through the window: Slade's office is on the third floor, with soft grass below. The long windows of this old house have raised carvings. It's not difficult to get down to the yard below along windowsills and drains.

Albarino could see the earth shrouded in darkness outside. In the darkness, he could barely discern the shadows of the hedges in the shape of birds. There was a faint barking between the tree shadows. It was obvious that the dog had been released. What to do with the dog when he ran away was another matter, and he didn't want to spend time thinking about that now.

But he had time to distract himself: If he were the gardener of such a manor, he would definitely build a hedge maze in the manor. He was very interested in this kind of garden style popular in the Renaissance, but he has never been able to put it into practice. action. His suburban house had plenty of land, but he'd better keep Dr. Bucks' hobby farther away from gardening.

While thinking about whether there are some or not, he searched all the drawers in this office very efficiently, and by the way, he focused on checking whether there were any dark compartments in the bookshelves and desks, and whether there were suspicious empty spaces on the floors and walls. Is there a safe hidden behind the ugly Dada painting above?

But it turns out that he seems to have overestimated Slade's ability to hide things - or greatly underestimate the ability of the other party to hide things - in any case, there is nothing useful in these places, except that he dug out two pieces from the bottom of the bookshelf. This pornographic magazine and a bottle of suspicious water-based lubricants were found in the drawer on the right side of the desk. Obviously, the other party didn't even play the classic movie "hiding a safe behind a picture".

So now the only thing I can do is admit: Either Slade was so smart that he hid something in a place where even Albarino couldn't find it, or the other party was so innocent that he didn't keep it in his hands. A little handle for members of Sequoia Manor. Of course there's one last possibility: Slade is really confident, that guy has all the stuff on his computer.

Albarino turned his attention to the laptop on the table. This rather expensive and sophisticated thing was lying on the desk, looking as innocent and innocent as lying in any manager's office. Slade didn't seem to be a computer expert, and there didn't seem to be anyone around him who was particularly good at computer technology. Albarino thought that the other party might not be able to hide the information very secretly.

So he let out a contemptuous whistle from his lips, walked over to the laptop, and turned it on. The computer is well worth the price, running quietly and smoothly, booting up quickly, and quickly popping up a page requiring a power-on password.

This was probably the only safeguard Slade's shallow computer skills allowed him to take, and if a hacker was present, he would probably have laughed out loud. But Albarino is not, not even a forensic doctor or a psychopath.

But Slade still set a password hint under the power-on password—the password hint told Albarino that the power-on password was the name of a book, nothing more.

It's a hilarious scene that certainly won't appear in a spy blockbuster, and no viewer wants to see the agent take a lot of risk and go deep into the enemy camp, get access to the villain's computer, and then find that the villain has set a password prompt under the password.

It's obviously not handsome or dramatic enough, as if Slade was just sitting in an ordinary office with a boring job like selling insurance or a used car business. No one will know how many dirty secrets are hidden in the computer in the head of the stupid reindeer. Although most people in the world lack creativity, the degree of evil will never disappoint.

Albarino sighed and slumped onto the office chair so hard that the chair creaked. His fingers tapped the table raggedly and quickly, and he needed the code.

And what is that?

If Olga was there, it is possible to tell Albarino the answer to this question in three minutes, but now it makes no sense to think about Olga, after all, fate is so fickle, even for Olga Mo The same goes for someone like Loser.

Albarino could only go through the useful information carefully in his mind: Slade gives the impression that he does not read very often, and certainly does not deny that he must have memorized the Bible by heart when he was a priest. , but now his dusty bookshelf speaks for itself.

He had apparently abandoned his literary hobby for a long time, but still set the power-on password to be the name of a book. His desk was facing the imposing but useless bookshelf. Was it a certain book on that shelf that inspired him?

Albarino stood up from the desk again and walked to the bookshelf—most of the books were covered with dust, and a few were scratched by fingers. Stryder must have had something important in this office and was reluctant to let anyone in, or he should at least get someone to clean up the dust on the shelves.

Those dusts are like footprints or annual rings, and the thickness and shape of the dust mark the past experiences of these books. Albarino was quick to rule out most of the books, which were heavily dusty, but the books themselves looked new, and the adhesive spines didn't look like they had been read much. Albarino's eyes flicked over a book, philosophy, psychology, some well-received masterpieces in the field of literature... Popular novels seemed to have been opened, and Albarino caught a glimpse of a few books on the side. fingerprints.

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