big devil holmes

Chapter 147 The end of the test
Hopkins was also looking at the photo in his hand. Like everyone else around him, he was wondering why there was such a question.

Obviously, this question appeared temporarily, and even the people who participated in the screening a few days ago have not seen this question.

As the most elite person among the young generation of the Inquisition Chamber, he easily discovered the greatest possibility of this additional test question.
It should be that the people in the School of Life Sciences don't know the password of the safe, so the higher-ups adhere to the concept of "don't use it for nothing" and want to use their own group of people to try to figure out the password.

And it seems to be in a hurry.

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

So hidden, there is no entry point at all, so there is no basis for reasoning at all?
Do you want the people in this room to make up nonsense?

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

Then continue to be at a loss
Gradually, some whispers appeared in the lounge, and some people even complained out loud.

The people who can sit here are not simple people, and the organizations they belong to are also highly respected, and even speaking out will make the common people of the empire look up and kneel down.

Then everyone will naturally have some arrogance.

Faced with such a problem that seems like a meal without rice, some people couldn't bear it after all, and slapped the banknotes heavily on the table in front of them, then got up and left the room.

And as the first person left, the dissatisfaction in the room became more and more intense. As time passed, more and more people got up and pushed open the door of the lounge with their own emotions.

Fortunately, this group of people still retains their proper gentlemanly demeanor, and they didn't curse or complain as soon as they went out. They just stood quietly in the corridor, under those extraordinarily bright gas lamps, and through the glass of the lounge, glanced at them from time to time. Colleagues who are still frowning inside.

Among them, the one who received the most attention was Judge Hopkins. After all, anyone who had heard of him knew what kind of genius he was.

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

Although most people think that it is impossible for anyone to guess the combination of this safe, but if you really have to pick out such a person who can bring miracles, that is only Hopkins.

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

That person was sitting alone, without any companions beside him, only a stack of files that looked a bit ridiculous. At this moment, this person was also staring at the photo in his hand in a daze, as if he was also frowning, thinking look.

"Ha ha."

In the corridor, there was a tiny chuckle suddenly.

And laughter is contagious, so immediately after that, there was a momentary chuckle on the side.

The people who laughed were all stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other. Although they didn't say anything, they seemed to understand why the other party's smile came from.

Yeah, that private detective from London, what the hell is he doing?

If Hopkins's daze was to search for a possible inference direction in his wild and unconstrained thinking, then the private detective's daze was... uh... just daze.

Not only was he in a daze, but he was also very self-deceiving and didn't want to admit his incompetence.

Well, the word incompetent seems to be 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 also a gap between geniuses and geniuses. It is a bit cruel to throw a private detective among so many powerful people.

Thinking about that guy's previous attitude towards the dossier, he probably already realized the huge gap between himself and the people around him at that time, but his fragile self-esteem couldn't rationally accept this fact, so it happened after that. A slightly absurd scene.

Thinking about it this way, he seemed rather pitiful.

In the lounge, Sherlock's body didn't move, and he seemed to be in a daze, but if someone leaned down and looked into his eyes, they would find that his expression was so focused and excited.

He was so excited that he didn't even blink his eyes, and a lot of bloodshot eyes had emerged due to dryness, but he remained motionless, as if he had long forgotten that as a human being, he still had the instinct to 'blink'

At this moment, of course, he is not only staring at the photo, but in fact, in front of his eyes, there are densely packed information, text, pictures, and extremely complicated annotations, layer upon layer, pile upon pile, It’s like clouds of different colors and shapes intertwined with each other, slowly floating and rotating. If you want to see its contents clearly, you must barely glimpse it from the intertwined tiny gaps. A corner of the brain is spliced ​​and integrated with the fragments seen before, and then it can be transformed into the most fragmented information and enter the brain.

And this information is all-encompassing, because the clues given by the photos are too few, so Sherlock can only expand the scope of investigation to an extremely terrifying level.

Including all the information he can see about 'Dean Darwin', from childhood to adulthood, childhood, student days, teachers he visited, friends he met, these records are all very fragmentary, but it doesn't matter, Sherlock can Sort out, and also, his eating habits, hobbies, daily life, where he has been in the empire, the time when each paper was written, his work and rest, catchphrases, and some speeches at the award ceremony of the scientific community have been read several times .

During this period, of course, he also quickly scanned Darwin's family composition, and in the process of browsing, he seemed to have noticed something very interesting.

But Sherlock needs to filter too much information, and a lot of filtering and processing makes his brain ache, so this interesting thing, but temporarily irrelevant to the password, was filtered out of his mind in an instant, causing him to None of them responded.

Anyway, Sherlock is making a crazy attempt.
He is trying to use this method to simulate Dean Darwin's character, temperament, habits, etc. To put it bluntly, he is substituting himself into the other party and imagining what he will set up when facing this safe. password.

This sounds very ridiculous.
Because this is equivalent to doing a 'exhaustive method', listing all the possibilities, and then obtaining a large number of extremely complicated sequences.

But fortunately, "exhaustive enumeration" is not out of order. For example, people with bad memory often use their home phone number and birthday as their password, while lazy people often set all their passwords into one, and are good at drawing with rulers and compasses. People with obsessive-compulsive disorder like numbers on the diagonal, if the first password number is 1, then the last number is likely to be 1, and so on.

In short, everything is not without traces. Of course, even if there are traces, it is equivalent to scouring the tiny grains of golden sand in a river thousands of kilometers long. time, it has reached an unimaginable level.

But Sherlock didn't care, he just listed and screened quickly and frantically, even enjoying it.Time gradually passed until the last 10 minutes. Hopkins finally took a few deep breaths, then wrote down a set of numbers, got up and left the lounge.

In fact, he has done well enough. He probably guessed a production time period through the model of this safe. Because of its weight, the delivery range should only be in the current administrative state, and then from its oxidized surface, and the left side The shadow at the bottom shows its long-term placement. It is near the window, but the sunlight time does not exceed one hour a day. The environment is slightly dry and the air is slightly acidic. It may be near a large kitchen or a certain area The laboratory with chemical products, in the end, even took the risk to identify its owner as a senior leader of the School of Life Sciences, male, over 50 years old.
In short, the last password he wrote down was the day when the [Life Science Academy] was officially named.

He could only do this, and he knew clearly that if he gave himself more time, it would be impossible to make much progress, so he could only sigh and left his seat.

But just after he walked out of the lounge, when his eyes swept over the people standing outside the door, he suddenly realized something, and immediately turned around and took a look.

Immediately afterwards, he was surprised to see that the private detective from London hadn't come out yet, and he was still sitting in the original seat, and he even noticed that the other person's posture at this moment was still the same as the last time he saw him.

At that time. It was the time when the photos were just distributed.

Hopkins frowned slightly in shock!
And a person next to him who also wore the robes of the trial court saw him coming out, and took the initiative to greet him:

"Heh, I'm also quite surprised. There should be a limit to how this guy is still sitting and pretending."

The man said, smiling:

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

But the voice did not fall!
Suddenly, after thinking about it for more than an hour without moving, Sherlock grabbed a pen
This sudden behavior stunned those who hadn't left the door, and then looked over curiously. Then, they saw Sherlock snapping the paper with the photo printed on it, and then writing furiously. .
He writes very fast, like scribbling.

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

He wrote more than 200 groups!
Later, when he couldn't write on a single piece of paper, he tore off a piece of the case file next to him, and then wrote dozens of more.

This kind of behavior made everyone at the door bewildered, and even the staff member who had been standing in the corner as a statue couldn't help casting surprised glances.

Finally, it was two o'clock in the morning.

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

"Sir, it's time."

"Ah?!" Sherlock raised his head, looked at the wall clock on the wall, then sighed very depressed, and seemed to be reluctant to hand over the paper in his hand.

Only then did he walk out of the lounge amidst a crowd of surprised eyes.

as soon as you go out
He saw the Hopkins judge who was still standing at the door. Thinking of the man's kindness to him before, Sherlock also responded with a courtesy greeting:
"How about it, are you sure about the last password?"

Hopkins didn't respond immediately, because he didn't know how to respond to the word "sure" in the other party's words, so 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 to 344 groups, and I haven't finished writing yet"

(End of this chapter)