On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

Ninety-nine point nine percent of them are random posts, and there are very few real clues that match the physical characteristics. Only two or three are truly worth clicking on and looking at closely.

"Ugh!! Did these people even read the bounty?! The photo, age, and physical characteristics are all clearly written down. Can't they read, or do they think I'm easy to fool?"

"At this rate, I won't be able to sleep tonight, and even if I don't sleep, I still won't be able to finish dealing with this."

Lingling muttered to herself, her fingers already flying across the virtual keyboard: "Why not just make a program to automatically match and process them, so I don't have to search for them one by one?"

The logic of the program I'm writing is very simple.

The system automatically captures photos from all bounty feedback information, extracts facial feature points, and cross-compares them with Migi's original photo and age projection chart. Photos with a matching rate of less than 95% are directly filtered out, while those with a matching rate of more than 95% are pushed to her for manual verification.

It also includes a keyword filtering system that automatically filters out some misleading and low-quality words.

Finally, add a location-based filtering step. If the IP address does not match the background environment in the photo, it will be marked as suspicious and downgraded.

"Add another feedback mechanism: IDs that send invalid information three times in a row will be automatically blacklisted and prohibited from submitting any bounty feedback for a month. Yes, that's it. Let them stop sending random photos."

Her voice carried a kind of gritted-teeth satisfaction.

The program started running automatically, and the mountain of pending tasks on the screen began to be automatically categorized, filtered, and archived at a visible speed.

The number of pending data points dropped precipitously from ten million.

Ultimately, none of them were effective.

"That's more like it. You guys tried to fool me. Now let's see who can fool whom."

"Now that everything is settled and the masters are resting, I can go back to my room and do my own things."

She stretched and skipped back to her room.

The Eternity sailed smoothly in the darkness, its blue and white engine flames leaving a long trail in the darkness.

......

Galaxy Eye Headquarters, Seventh Deep Space Research Zone.

This is a giant laboratory, covering an area equivalent to nearly a hundred basketball courts.

It is one of the core technical departments of GalaxyEye.

At this moment, all the researchers in the laboratory were doing their own work, and the space teleportation device that Yaya Luo had sold back then was suspended in the center of the space.

Blue Eyes stood in front of the main experimental table, his hands behind his back.

He wasn't wearing his usual clothes; he was wearing a white lab coat.

The main body of the space teleportation device had been disassembled, and its internal precision parts were neatly arranged on the worktable like the internal organs of a dissected insect. Countless optical fibers and energy conduits, thinner than a human hair, extended from the parts, connecting to the surrounding analytical instruments.

A subordinate, carrying something in his hand, found Blue Eyes.

"Lord Blue Eyes, I have something to report."

"Speak."

"The first thing is about Kra. His mission in the solar system has been confirmed as a failure. Dia has been rescued, and it has been preliminarily determined that Kra himself is dead."

"The second thing is the reverse engineering of the Yayaro teleportation device. The countermeasure device is still under research and not yet completed. The core module of the space jump has been successfully replicated and installed on three test ships. Tests have shown that when fully charged, it can complete a short jump, but the distance is significantly reduced, with the maximum distance not exceeding one hundred light-years."

Blue Eyes didn't care at all about the news of Kra's death; he was more concerned about the device.

"Why is it that the space teleportation device installed on their planet can transport hundreds of thousands of light-years at a time, but only a hundred light-years in your hands?"

The research director's forehead was already beaded with sweat: "We've only replicated the principle so far, and our understanding is less than one percent complete. Without the complete blueprints, it will take time to fully reproduce it."

Blue Eyes was greatly disappointed: "What a bunch of good-for-nothings. Even the old King of Yayaro could manufacture it amidst war and resource scarcity, and you have all the high-end equipment and meet all the conditions, yet you still can't make it?"

"So much money, manpower, and resources were spent over several months to build a teleportation device that can travel 100 light-years. What's the difference between that and throwing money into the river?"

The research director's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He knew that what he was about to say would make things even worse, but he had no other choice but to grit his teeth and continue: "Lord Blue Eyes, the original machine's internal structure is too sophisticated, and it has a very strong anti-counterfeiting mechanism."

"Once we try to disassemble the core modules for deep replication, it triggers the built-in self-destruct mechanism, and everything melts down within microseconds. We tried three times, and all three failed. So... we still need more time."

Blue Eyes looked at him, as if he were looking at a tool that was gradually losing its value: "I don't need to hear what you've done, I only care about the results. How long will it take for the countermeasures to be ready?"

The supervisor's voice was timid, and the back of his white coat was soaked with cold sweat, sticking to his back and feeling chilly: "It will take another two months."

"Two months," the blue-eyed man repeated, his calm tone sending a chill down one's spine.

After a long silence, he said calmly, "It would be best if that were the case. If you can't achieve that, then there's no need for anyone in this research lab to stay."

After leaving the research area, Blue Eyes arrived at a special room.

Warm yellow light shone from inside, revealing a huge library filled with a vast collection of books, the air thick with the distinctive scent of old paper.

Chang'e was standing in front of the bookshelf, holding a yellowed ancient book and flipping through it.

The moment the door opened, she glanced up, then immediately closed her book, stood up, and respectfully greeted, "Lord Blue Eyes, you don't look well. Who dared to offend you? Did those people in the research lab cause you trouble again?"

Chang'e's ability to read people's expressions and moods has always been first-rate.

Having spent many years working with different factions, he honed his skills.

"Klara is dead, and the devil's footprints haven't been found." Blue Eyes walked behind the desk and sat down, tapping his fingers twice on the surface, then looked up at Chang'e:

"Did you find everything I asked you to look up? Don't tell me you haven't heard anything from your side either."

Chang'e's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained unchanged: "Rest assured, Lord Blue Eyes, how could Chang'e dare to disappoint you?"

"I haven't been idle these days. I've already found out part of what you asked me to do."

She turned to a page of one of the ancient books, pointed to a passage of ancient text marked with cinnabar, and turned the page to face the blue eyes.

"Within the core of Yaya Luo's star does indeed lie a technological artifact left behind by an ancient civilization. Ancient texts record it as a furnace. As for the specific function of this furnace, I have not yet fully deciphered it."

"The only certainty is that this furnace possesses an extremely powerful energy reaction. Once it is removed, Yayaro will be completely destroyed due to the imbalance of the star core."

After speaking, Chang'e slightly raised her eyelids to observe the blue eye's reaction.

"Hahaha, finally some good news!" Blue Eyes laughed loudly, strumming the harp in his hand a few times.