Mermaid from the sky: Mr. President, please accept the call

Chapter 1149 Let's Play Puzzles

Holding the connector, Feng Luming used to peek at Mu Xinxin's memories while she was sleeping, but the only thing related to him was the time spent together after rescuing her from the sea. Mu Xinxin's childhood memories are like The colorful snowflake screen seemed to have lost all signals suddenly.

Where did you go?Of course, Feng Luming couldn't ask Junzi about this point, let alone Mu Xinxin.

"Huh? You also want a connector?" Junzi was surprised when he received a call from Feng Luming: "What do you want a connector for?"

"I want to see if I can export the data from the optical brain."

"Oh? Is it just like this?" Gentleman was dubious: "If you just need the data in it, there is no need to use a connector. You just need to send it to an email or a network disk. The function of the connector is mainly to control the optical brain through the computer. .”

"I want to find something in my brain, but I can't find it just by imagination, so I need a connector." The gentleman said that people's memories will be clearly stored in the mind, but they cannot be retrieved at any time That picture, but if there is an optical brain to plan and store, it will be much simpler.

"That's it..." Indeed, this is a bit difficult for a person who has used an optical computer for less than half a year. If there is a connector, the optical computer is a large database, and the desired data can be found through a simple search.

"Yes, or not?" Fearing that Junzi would think of his true intentions, Feng Luming began to urge.

"Yes, let your secretary pick it up in two hours." The gentleman agreed straightforwardly, and Feng Luming breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know that the gentleman who helped him prepare the connector looked cunning.

"If things come to light in the future, it will be nice to have someone to take the blame for me..." Anyway, Mu has carefully stroked his back more than once, and no matter how much anger he has, it's only one time to vent his anger. If there is Feng Luming next to him Share a little bit, hehehe...

What Feng Luming can do, the gentleman thinks he has already guessed, but what is cleverness and being misunderstood by cleverness, this guy can also experience it for himself.The memory has become scum, and this person still hopes that Mu Xinxin will remember that the idiot has tried countless times but failed, and now the childhood memory suddenly appears in Guang Guang's brain, no doubt!
Feng Luming got his own connector as he wished, and found those fragmented memories accurately.

Mao Yuanrong wanted to remind Feng Luming several times that he could go back and make dinner for Mu Xinxin. Every time he went in, that cold man would always wear earphones and face the computer with a smirk.

"What's the matter~" In desperation, Mao Yuanrong had no choice but to arrange a nanny for him, and then sent him to the police station.

How can we quietly add these things to Mu Xinxin's brain?
Looking at those snowflake-shaped memories of Mu Xinxin, Feng Luming cut a high-resolution picture and asked the technicians for help to see if he could find the pattern, or if he could see something after zooming in, the result was more than One billion data points, if you can really spell out a picture, the project is huge beyond imagination!

"Sure enough, I still have to start with my own memory." Feng Luming sighed, and then blurred and deleted the memory according to Mu Xinxin's "perspective", including the sound, and Feng Luming's face only existed in the photo, and In the picture reflected in the mirror.

"I'll give you three days to cut the data into small pieces, and then stitch them together in reverse, but you can't have too clear regularity, you have to make the feeling of piece by piece, cut into small pieces, including the sound , if done well, the bonus is a year's annual salary."

Feng Luming's request is not unreasonable, but at the same time, the cakes painted by others are too tempting. Compared with the annual salary of three days and one year, wow, it can't be better, even if it doesn't close your eyes, you have to finish it ah!

At least before leaving get off work, Feng Luming received the memory that was cut into "Momo".

"President, they are all numbered. Of course, it is not reflected in the things sent to you. The number of cuts for each picture is about 1000 million, which is definitely messy enough."

Feng Luming compared it with Mu Xinxin's memory, and there was really no difference, although in detail, Mu Xinxin's share was at least 100 times that of his own!Haste makes waste, take your time.

At the same time as dinner, there was also a huge jigsaw puzzle that was delivered to Mu Xiaoxin: "This is the rendering of a botanical garden that the president wanted to make before. When you are in a bad mood, you can play together to calm people down. More than 2000 yuan..."

Mao Yuanrong scratched his hair unnaturally. Although he was repeating what Feng Luming said, he still couldn't help complaining. The puzzle of more than 2000 pieces made people calm down. Surely it didn't make Mu Xinxin burn with anger!
"Oh." Mu Xinxin was used to the abnormality of the "fake" Feng Luming, wondering in his heart, could this botanical garden be one of his last wishes?Take a look at this fake, and then think about others?Sure enough, when the box was opened, there was a note inside, written in mermaid characters.

"Your Highness, this is a botanical garden that Mr. Feng once planned for you. Unfortunately, he left just after the project started. This is a set of puzzles he made at that time, and he wants to give it to you on your next birthday. There is no chance now, you are busy, but try to fight..."

Mu Xinxin's eyes were a little moist. Although he didn't put it together, at least he had a complete picture as a reference, and he couldn't help crying when he saw it...

Hence, Mu Xinxin, who was supposed to be lying on the bed to be monitored by the instrument, did not fall asleep after being injected with the experimental drug this day, but sat on the bed and carefully sorted the small pieces according to their colors, hoping to get them out as soon as possible. spell it out.

So much so that when I was dreaming, I was still doing puzzles...

Looking at the picture in Guang's brain, Feng Luming felt sad for a while, and at the right time, carefully input the cut memory into Mu Xinxin's brain!In this way, it will not be too disobedient, right?Hope she won't find out.

Looking at the changing colors, Feng Luming knew that she was a little frustrated, but despite being frustrated, she still tried to piece it together. In her sleep, she didn't notice the switch between the two puzzles at all, but isn't that what the dream is like?I felt very clear in the dream, but after waking up it was foggy...

All night, Mu Xinxin was busy in his dream, and there seemed to be a sound signal hissing in the drowsiness, like an electric current, like the reverberation of centuries ago, because the passage of time has lost the body, Only small noises are left...

Mu Xinxin habitually wanted to trace the information, which made Feng Luming at the other end of the computer at a loss. He wanted to piece together the signals to her step by step, but Mu Xinxin himself became busy, and his optical brain was extremely active...

"Brother Xiaoming..." Before waking up, Mu Xinxin finally heard that voice!
(End of this chapter)