Chapter 444 Cassel Looking for Lu Mingfei

Guderian, wearing a nightcap, moved his head little by little, his nose reddish from typing on the keyboard, and he left a series of meaningless gibberish on the display.

Schneider watched silently, thinking of Shakespeare's Monkey for no reason.

It's a thought game, similar to Schrödinger's Cat, illustrating the concept of infinite numbers.

It means that if a group of monkeys are each given a typewriter, and they are trained to master the skill of tapping the typewriter, they do not need to understand the keys on the typewriter, they only need to be able to tap like peeling a banana, and then it is a hypothesis, assuming that they are given infinite Time, even a group of monkeys who have no idea what ABCD stands for, can type out the complete works of Shakespeare within an infinite time scale.

Schneider, who was looking at Guderian, was unconsciously associating this guy with Shakespeare's monkey. Since the ignorant monkey can use the typewriter to type out the complete works of Shakespeare in an infinite time, then the dozing Guderian can't Can the same thing be done?

The researchers passing by were walking in a hurry, looking intently, and even breathing at the lightest breath. No one dared to look in Schneider's direction.

Every university has its own strange stories, and Kassel is no exception. Legend has it that the principal's office in Angers is a place similar to a dragon treasure house. As long as you find the mechanism, you can open this hundred-year-old man. A lifetime collection of legendary dragon slayers.

So much so that almost every year, freshmen break school rules by sneaking into the principal's office without permission, and suffer the heavy punishment of having to use the bathroom for one semester.

Among the many strange stories circulating in Kassel, there is one about Schneider. It is said that under the mask of this iron-blooded executive director, there is a dragon-like face, covered with scales and cuticles. Wearing his mask is to hide the fact that he has transformed into a dragon.

And if you show curiosity about his mask and look into his eyes, you will die in pain one day in the future. After all, only the dead can keep secrets best. Schneider, a dragon spy who deliberately sneaks into Kassel, for his sake You can continue to lurk in Kassel, the highest institution for hybrids, and you can do anything.

This can be seen from the death list of the Kassel Executive Department every year. If Schneider, the head of the Executive Department, had not taken action, it would be difficult to understand why there would be such a high death rate in this peaceful era. .

I have to say that this strange story is quite outrageous, but the protagonist of the strange story is Schneider. If there was a poll on the Night Watch forum to find the most hated professor among Kassel students, Schneider would definitely be on the list.

However, rather than disgust, the students should feel more fear towards the head of the Executive Department.

Maybe it's just for fun, or maybe they really believe it. In short, there are quite a few people who really believe that Schneider's strange stories are true. This can be seen from the behavior of the researchers passing by.

Even if they were beaten to death, they wouldn't have thought that the nightmare of countless young mixed-races, the head of the executive department known for his iron-bloodedness, what was running in his mind at this moment was actually... a monkey.

Manstein slapped Guderian on the back of the head.

"Thesis! Thesis!"

Guderian's eyes widened and he jumped.

"Is it my turn? The answer is..."

It's like pressing the pause button.

The professors and researchers in the surrounding circle put down what they were doing and cast their gazes here.

Reply? What a long memory...

The professors were lost in reminiscences, while the young researchers showed sympathetic expressions. For them, thesis defense was a painful past.

Guderian looked around blankly. He didn't know what was going on. He scratched his head and accidentally scratched the back of his head. He didn't know what he hit. There was a sharp pain. Guderian bared his teeth and twitched. His nightcap also As he tilted it to one side, the small furry ball at the top swayed. Coupled with his expression, even a professional clown in the circus was a little inferior to him.

First, the young researchers, with the Black King on top, they really wanted to hold back. After all, it was inappropriate to laugh in this atmosphere.

But it's a pity that no matter how hard I try, I can't hold it back in the end.

"Pfft..."

"Hahaha!"

Laughter seemed to be contagious, and soon everyone in the circle was laughing. Even the professors, who were so rigid that they had no trace of flesh left on their faces and looked more like lich than scholars, grinned in a childlike manner. Night Cry’s sinister smile.

Manstein slapped himself in the face and closed his eyes in pain.

He knew that his little boy was very disconnected, but he couldn't be offline to this extent. Take a look at the people sitting around him. They were either Taishan Beidou in a certain field, or they were pioneers or even founders of a certain research direction. , for example, the great master Turing, Tianyan, a spiritual spirit, has existed for such a long time, but he who can draw inspiration from it to create a computer has completely created an era. Today, in the 21st century, technology is booming, and various There are endless new things emerging, but no matter what, you can't avoid one name, and that is Turing.

And the master just sat there, holding a cup of coffee, looking at Guderian with a smile full of wisdom.

"Be happy, little Manstein."

A hand rested on his shoulder.

Manstein didn't have to look back, he could tell the person's identity with the casual address and the strong smell of alcohol that could make people faint.

"cheer up?"

Manstein spoke to his father in a distant tone.

"Sorry, I'm not happy at all."

The vice-principal laughed strangely, took the brandy, raised his head and drank it for himself.

He put one hand around Manstein's shoulder and leaned against him. It can be seen that this posture is quite chic. Of course, it would be more perfect if it is a handsome and handsome guy. Even if it is not a handsome guy but a young man, in short, thousands of Don't be a couch potato like the vice-principal in front of you. The three numbers of bust, waist, and hip are surprisingly consistent. What is the golden ratio? Vice-principal, this is the real golden ratio, okay?

"Look, look."

The vice-principal pointed around with the hand holding the brandy.

"My little Manstein, look at their eyes."

It's rare for a guy like the vice-principal to sigh.

he shook his head.

"Everyone is already very tired. It's okay to have some fun."

"No matter what, we are just hybrids, not machines or gods."

Manstein remained silent and did not retort.

In fact, he always liked to quarrel with his cheap father. He couldn't explain why. It was probably a habit. After all, he was in an orphanage, a mental hospital, and wandered on the streets. He didn't know where to go in the first half of his life when he grew up as stubbornly as a weed. Go ahead, dad, you are such a person, why should I listen to whatever you say?

Only this time, Manstein acquiesced.

On the one hand, what the vice-principal said did make sense, but on the other hand, Manstein himself was really tired.

The vice-principal was right, they were just hybrids, not machines or gods.

Mixed breeds get tired too.

Manstein saw a strong sense of tiredness among the researchers around him. Some of them had not slept for three days and three nights. Their eyes were bloodshot, and some even had golden pupils. As we all know, once a hybrid is turned on, The golden eye means that they have activated the dragon's blood and are in a state of going all out. For the dragon slayers, it is a natural operation to go to the battlefield and ignite the golden eye. But for these researchers wearing white coats, here This is their battlefield, and the keyboard is their sword. Their battle has already begun, so it is only natural that they should ignite the Golden Eyes and go all out.

This is a war without gunpowder that takes place on the Internet. Hybrids all over the world are in action. They are using all means to find Kassel’s S-class. Any piece of information related to it may attract three The above hybrid organizations compete.

At the same time, there are also a large number of wild hybrids involved. In the field of the Internet, organizational background is important, but the existence of individual geniuses has a huge role in affecting the balance.

For example, in the case of Yan Ling Tian Yan, it is said that Master Turing once lamented privately that the highest-ranked supercomputer in the world today is just a poor imitation of this magical Yan Ling Tian Yan, with all the great power hidden in the dragon's blood. , even with today’s human civilization, it cannot be completely deciphered.

Although the word spirit of Tianyan is mysterious, there are really very few of them. There are always one or two lucky people who awaken in every era.

The hybrids who possess this word spirit also have the qualifications to single-handedly enter the battlefields of major hybrid organizations.

A number was displayed on the largest screen in the Kassel Countermeasures Hall.

"18"

Every researcher or professor can see this huge screen if he raises his head slightly after busy work.

The heavy tiredness on his face will now have a touch of heaviness.

They all know what this number represents.

Eighteen days have passed since the S-class disappeared.

"It's been eighteen days."

The vice principal sighed quietly.

He drank himself a long gulp of wine.

It's really rare to see obvious sadness in this alchemy master who has always been bohemian.

Ever since Angers ordered a global search for Lu Mingfei's whereabouts, the lights in the countermeasures hall have not been turned off. Many researchers have never thought about the question of why they are hybrids like they do today, because if they If they weren't a mixed race, that damn tyrant would at least consider human rights and other factors, and kindly allow them to have a few hours to go back to the dormitory after working hard for several days and nights, and lie on a warm and soft bed, beautiful and beautiful. Get some sleep.

But just because they are mixed race, that damn tyrant deprived them of their right to go back to bed. After all, with the physique of mixed race being far beyond ordinary people, they don’t need any kind of bed or quality of sleep. They can just find an open space to lie down. You don't need a sleeping bag, as long as it doesn't hinder other people's walking, it's fine.

What? Do you think you'll catch a cold if you sleep on the floor?

Hahaha. Angers said that if such a trivial thing can make you sick, you really shame the word mixed race. Kassel is not suitable for you. You should go back to Harvard and Cambridge as your tenured professor as soon as possible.

As for human rights, Angers has even more to say.

You see, for things like human rights, you have to be a human being first.

So, please at least turn off your golden eyes before discussing human rights with me.

For Angers' great kindness, the researchers wanted to repay the favor with AK47 and Gatling metal bullets. However, under the kind eyes of the tyrant throwing the folding knife, they could only lie on the ground with tears in their eyes and hold on tight. Time to sleep. After all, the benevolent king of Kassel, Mr. Angers, was afraid that their brains would become rusty if they slept for a long time. He also thoughtfully stipulated the length of rest for everyone. Research shows that teenagers need to ensure eight hours of adequate sleep every day during the period of physical growth and development. , adults need six hours, but these are just studies on ordinary people. The people here are all mixed races, so three days and two hours per person is not excessive.

What, too little!

Come on, come on, look at the folding knife and say this sentence again.

Regarding these actions of Angers, the most unscrupulous capitalists came to see them, and they all had to shake their heads and sigh, feeling inferior. Under the wise leadership of Principal Cassel, sweatshop is no longer enough to describe the current situation of the countermeasures hall, even if you are in There is no word that can truly describe this situation in the human dictionary. Perhaps, we can only look for it in the devil's dictionary.

The fundamental reason why Angers went to this extent was not to find that person.

Kassel's S-class, the future leader of the Camarilla, the long-awaited successor to Angers, and the hero of the Dragon Slayer.

Lu Mingfei.

…………

The vice-principal burped, staggered, and looked sideways at Angers next to him.

"I said, you."

The vice-principal was vague.

"If you care so much, why did you release the news about Xiao Mingfei's disappearance in the first place?"

"What you said should be expected."

The vice-principal waved his hand and surrounded the entire countermeasures hall.

This is something that many people are curious about.

The actions before and after Angers were too contradictory.

At first, he did not restrict the spread of news about the disappearance of the S-class.

Now they are going all out to fight with other hybrid organizations using the Internet as a battlefield.

If we had known about today's situation, why not limit the spread of news from the beginning and limit the S-class disappearance to only a few people knowing about it, so that no other mixed-race organization would intervene, right? What?

Angers put down the document and rubbed his eyebrows.

The policies he formulated and implemented most thoroughly were none other than himself.

No one knew how long it had been since Ange had slept. In the impression, this old man seemed to have been sitting here since the day the S-class disappeared. For eighteen days, let alone sleeping, it seemed that he had not even gotten up.

This is also the fundamental reason why no one has given up and left after Angers launched such an outrageous policy. Pure high-pressure and cruelty will only silence people. If you want people to be convinced, you can only lead by example.

When researchers get tired, have a rebellious mentality and want to leave.

They would turn around and look at the old man.

To be honest, the mixed breeds had never seen Angers in such a miserable state.

The suits he wears are always meticulous, and the roses on his chest are always bright.

But now?

Black King, they actually saw wrinkles on Angers suit!

There was also a rose on his chest that was withered and shriveled into shape. The old man seemed to have never discovered it and was still immersed in his work.

There are many private rumors about Angers and Lu Mingfei.

There are speculations about mixed-race conspiracy theories. The relationship between the two Kassel S-classes is actually not as harmonious as it seems on the surface. It is conceivable that there must be conflicts between the future leader Lu Mingfei and the current leader Angers, and the handover of power. contradiction on.

No one doubts Angers’ desire to control power. Since Kassel was founded, students and professors have come and gone here for more than half a century, but the principal with the highest power will always be Angers, as the legendary dragon slayer. He is also the being closest to dragons. You can find a lot of dragon characteristics in Angers, including his desire for power, persistence in hatred, and greed for power.

One can imagine how Angers, who was so greedy for power, could be willing to give up his position as the leader of the Camarilla.

In the eyes of many people, the conflict between Ange and Lu Mingfei is almost obvious.

But Angers behavior after Lu Mingfei disappeared made them silent.

Is there any conflict?

As for Ange, who wants to use all the resources of the secret party to find Lu Mingfei, you tell me that there is a conflict between the two of them?

Those who knew said that Ange was looking for Lu Mingfei, their S-class, the future leader of the secret party.

I don't know, I thought he was looking for his son.

No.

This is looking for daddy.

Even researchers who were insensitive to politics and the mixed-race world could vaguely smell something abnormal in Angers' attitude towards Lu Mingfei.

They felt it vaguely.

Lu Mingfei, the S-class, seemed to be more important than they thought.

Angers glanced at the clock.

It is now three o'clock in the morning, and the countermeasures hall is still brightly lit, and all the awake researchers are working hard to process each piece of information efficiently.

A researcher pushed the keyboard, stood up unsteadily, walked with zombie-like steps, walked to the aisle with his eyes closed, and fell to the ground with a thud. If this scene had appeared half a month ago, it would probably have caused a wave of shock. Huh, then several big and thick school guards rushed up, raising their hands and legs, and rushed towards the school doctor's office like flying.

It was different now. He fell to the ground with a thud. The movement was so loud that the colleagues around him only looked up and continued busy with the work at hand as if nothing had happened.

There is a supervisory team on the battlefield, which is responsible for executing deserters. If someone flees back during the charge, he will be shot without mercy.

Their battlefield also has someone similar to a supervisory team, that is, Norma, the campus secretary in Cassel, faithfully carries out the principal's instructions and strictly supervises the work progress of each researcher, whether you are deserting, distracted, or just a little If you are lazy, the artificial intelligence Norma will faithfully record it and submit it to Angers.

To be honest, no one wanted to try the tyrant's methods.

Don't expect Angers to hold back his own people. A tyrant is a tyrant. In his eyes, there are only his own people and they are just tools to complete the task.

The mixed breeds all believed that Angers' blood was cold.

There were sleeping researchers scattered in the aisles, and the people passing by were like walking through a minefield. They were careful and attentive, watching for legs sticking out from nowhere, so as to ensure that they would never wake up their comrades.

In fact, they were completely overthinking it. As deep as the researchers were in sleep, even if a pure-blooded dragon roared next to them, not even one of them would wake up, let alone stepping on them.

There was no expression on Ange's face. He withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to flip through the next document.

The vice principal puffed his beard and glared, this damn tyrant dared to ignore the great master alchemist!

"not me."

Just when the vice-principal was about to jump, he heard Angers voice.

He was stunned for a moment.

In fact, there was no need for the vice-principal to think too much. Here came Angers' next words.

"I was not the one who spread the news."

The vice principal's eyes opened wider and wider.

not him……

Not Angers!

Almost all the hybrids thought that the person who broke the news of the S-class disappearance was Angers.

But now Angers himself admitted that it was not him.

The vice-principal knew his old friend very well, and Angers' pride did not allow him to lie about this kind of thing.

So...who is it?

Who deliberately spread the news that Lu Mingfei was missing?

What is his or her purpose?

The vice principal frowned tightly and glanced at the big screen inadvertently.

He was suddenly startled.

The vice principal seemed to know what the purpose of that person was.

What he or she wants is exactly the current situation.

With Lu Mingfei as the trigger, hybrids all over the world started to move.

Between mongrels and mongrels, between mongrel organizations and mongrel organizations.

So, what happens next?

Don't be fooled by the appearance of the vice principal as a couch potato. With the title of legendary alchemist, how can such a guy be stupid? Speaking of which, the guy who thinks the vice principal is stupid is really stupid.

He mentally deduced the most likely next development.

In the eighteen days since Lu Mingfei disappeared, almost all the hybrids around the world were in motion, and they were all trying their best to find Kassel's S-class.

But the current situation is deadlocked.

Kassel's S-class was like disappearing from the world. They almost searched the planet, but there was still no news about this person.

Some hybrids joked that the S-class had wandered into uninhabited areas, such as the Antarctic and the North Pole.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is interested. At least in Kassel, Angers has signed the polar exploration plan and is on the way to implement it. Caesar and Chu Zihang led the teams to the Arctic and Antarctic respectively, in the name of scientific research. , but no one would believe that the action led by the two Kassel student leaders was to go to the pole to take portraits of penguins and bears.

In order to find S-class, the hybrids have tried their best, but the current situation is deadlocked, and no one has made any real progress. It is like a pool of stagnant water, and like the calm before the storm, everyone is waiting in tacit understanding.

Waiting for the first blast of thunder that shook the world.

As for what this thunder is and where is the breaking point.

The vice principal already had the answer in his mind.

That's... the news about Lu Mingfei.

A piercing alarm sounded suddenly.

The heads buried in the pile of documents lifted up one by one.

They looked at each other blankly, and gradually, when they finally realized what the alarm meant, the confusion in their eyes was slowly replaced by ecstasy.

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