The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 464 The Logic of Disappearing Again
Take a leisurely stroll through the headquarters building, on the second-to-last floor.

Shen Yan took a deep breath, entered the access key, and a minimalist interface appeared on the screen.

This is a system that ordinary people can never access, which made Shen Yan's hands tremble as he operated the watch.

He didn't dare look at it too much, only downloading the detailed accommodation records in Beijing and Shijiazhuang for the past two days, as well as the related transportation information.

Then, upon entering the special screening interface, looking at the options such as data source selection, face detection, feature extraction, cross-database comparison, and result export, Shen Yan cautiously selected only the hotel check-in records and related transportation information for the past two days in "Beijing" and "Shijiazhuang".

Even with limited data, the generated data packet size is still astonishingly large, and the progress bar moves slowly.

After the data download was complete, he immediately used the encryption key sent by Zhou Yaqin to connect the Deep Search cloud port to this channel.

Enter screening criteria:

Sex: Male
Age range: 45-50 years old

Main requirements: Appearance is about ten years older than the age on the ID card... etc.
After completing all this, Shen Yan glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen. For an analysis of this magnitude, even if there were any breakthroughs in in-depth exploration, being able to complete the analysis before leaving get off work was already quite impressive.

He dismissed Zhou Yaqin's demands.

When will AI that can only perform text analysis be able to handle such complex multimodal tasks? This is no joke!

He skillfully locked the computer screen, got up and carefully locked the office door, deciding to go get dinner first.

An hour later, as he leisurely returned to his seat with his tea, he casually turned on the screen, and at that moment, the system popped up a "Analysis complete" message.

"Bang~"

Shen Yan's hand trembled, and the cup smashed on the ground with a "crack," splashing scalding hot tea everywhere. But he didn't feel the heat at all; he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his eyes wide open, glued to the screen.

"AI..."

"Multimodal AI..."

"Our China's multimodal AI..."

Shen Yan's lips trembled uncontrollably, her gaze fixed like a nail on the photo of the weathered middle-aged man on the screen.

"is it you?"

It's definitely you!

"This is our own Chinese AI, which dug you out by force!"

……

A company's office building.

Uncle Lao was still working on documents in his office. A soft knock sounded at the door, and an assistant pushed it open, quickly walked to his side, and whispered a few words of report.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Lao nodded calmly, casually tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and brought up an internal monitoring interface. Several data stream call logs scrolled rapidly across the screen.

He glanced at it, then calmly closed the interface.

He looked up and calmly said to his assistant, who was waiting for instructions, "It's nothing, I'm just looking up some information."

The assistant understood immediately, asked no further questions, bowed and left, and sent a confirmation message to the data center stating "everything is normal".

The office door closed gently, Uncle Lao leaned back in his chair, and his gaze returned to the documents, as if he had just dealt with a trivial matter.

However, just moments later, he turned the computer screen back on, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, skillfully bringing up the internal access control system. He found his and Chen Guifen's account information, and then swapped the advanced access codes under their accounts.

After completing all this, he calmly cleared the operation log and shut down the system again.

In this way, no matter who conducts the investigation, the system records will only show that it was them who took the action.

Uncle Lao's gaze also fell on the photo of the middle-aged man on the screen. He just looked at it quietly, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, without giving any further instructions for a long time.

He knew that even if he followed the clues and uncovered the mastermind, even if it was a man-eating tiger, it probably wouldn't be able to explain whether the idea of ​​tearing apart its prey had been secretly planted by someone with ulterior motives.

The real predicament right now is that various forces, entrenched in all directions, have long coveted the huge pie that has suddenly appeared out of nowhere – the leisurely and slow travel experience.

They didn't care who swung the axe first; they were just waiting for someone to make the first cut.

As soon as a crack appears, they transform into "partners of justice," swarming in and thoroughly muddying the waters.

Now, the crack they've been waiting for has appeared.

Next, these people will use high-sounding pretexts to patiently wait for Zhao Xiaochui to come knocking on their door.

Then came a long process of "communication" and "game" until they were satisfied and took the biggest slice of the cake, at which point they would "generously" tie up the scapegoat tiger and deliver it to Zhao Xiaochui.

At that time, both sides will tacitly understand the meaning of the deal: "We get the benefits, you get your revenge, and everyone has a bright future."

Even if this bright future comes at the cost of a young girl's life...

That would be a happy ending for everyone!

"You've miscalculated this time!"

Uncle Lao smiled bitterly and muttered to himself, "Chen Guifen taught that child many things, but there's one thing she didn't teach him..."

"We're operating according to your rules!"

……

North River Province, Thach City, Nguyen Thi County.

The fields were covered with a thin layer of snow, and the bare branches of the poplar trees pointed straight to the gray sky. Occasionally, a few sparrows would hop around in the withered grass by the roadside, only to be startled and fly away by a mountain bike speeding by.

Viewers watching the live stream told Zhao Xiaochui that 80% of the world's population with the surname "Yuan" live here.

There is also the Fenglong Academy, known as "Southern Yuelu and Northern Fenglong", which is also the hometown of Zhao Zilong of Changshan.

The intense heat still lingered in Shijiazhuang, so Zhao Xiaochui wasn't in a hurry to visit the historical sites. He pedaled his bike like a whirlwind, speeding all the way towards Zhangye Village!
Why the rush?
He's going to the market!
As soon as the car turned into the village entrance, a wave of warm, lively smoke hit us.

Bright red Spring Festival couplets and the character "福" (good fortune), mountains of dried fruits and nuts of all kinds, fragrant freshly fried twisted dough sticks, and sugar-coated candies, all mingled with the shouts of vendors and the bargaining of villagers.

Zhao Xiaochui stared blankly at all of this; he had never seen anything like it since he started junior high school.

Rubbing his eyes hard, Zhao Xiaochui took a deep breath before propping up his phone and frantically tapping the live stream button—in 2020, the trend of online celebrities exploring stores was just beginning.

He sniffed hard, trying to strike a pose like a professional "foodie," swallowed hard in front of the camera, and said loudly:

"Hey guys, have you eaten yet?"

(End of this chapter)