Chapter 113 Do you need me to ask my third aunt for*?

...So 30% of the fuzzy face may interfere with my nerves when I fell into the elevator fantasy?

This assumption is a little bad. To be honest, in private, I prefer that the fake worker interfered with me with aura. After all, the ability to blur my face is a little too strong. I don't want to fight with him. I rode into the hotel alone and carried the vest with one hand to enslave the elevator ghost and set up such a complex trap boundary barrier and shouted countless evil spirits to bind spirits without injury. The shadow citred and my whole body retreated under my attack. At this stage, I really can't avenge a gentleman for ten years, but if it's a fake worker...

I went to Beijing just to find him!

Thousands of miles from Chengdu to Beijing! So... determined...! So... persevere... (the idiom is wrong)...! So... endure humiliation... (where?) ...! You can cry so that you can write an article "Infatuated Girl! Why did you chase thousands of miles to Beijing for that ruthless man! Contributed to Zhiyin! The manuscript fee starts from 1,200 yuan! You can get 9600 yuan for 8,000 words of blood and tears! Even if it's for money! Sister, I also want to avenge the villain for 30 years!

I began to try to list an Excel table in my brain. On the left it said, "On the possibility of those who touch me are fuzzy" and on the right, the book "On the possibility that those who touch me are fake workers". After listing thirteen lines, I decisively decided to drag everyone into the water: "Girls."

The vest looked at it naturally, and it was strange that Bi Xie didn't even look at it (what did he do? Have you admitted your identity as a hypocrite!).

I continued, "Friends."

Song and Chengying have seen it... It's normal, but why did Chengying see it?! Does the contractor mean equal to a friend?

But even the roaring body can't save me from blurted out the next sentence: "Seniors..."

Brother raised his eyebrows and smiled. When he raised his hand, the tiger's claws clamped my face: "Who is it?"

"Cheng Ying!" I gave a decisive answer.

Brother then withdrew his hand with a smile and looked at me again and nodded: "What do you want to say?"

I trembled and told them the two Excels listed in my brain tremblingly: "I now suspect that the blurred face on the rooftop and the previous fake worker have touched me, but I don't know who moved their hands and feet. 57.6% may be fake workers, 32.7% can If it can be a fuzzy face, 5% may be a nine-tailed beast bastard, and 4.7% may be other..."

"Wait." Brother interrupted, "May I ask how your data is calculated?"

"First use the exhaustive method to list all the possibilities of spiritual interference, then use the KPI principle to analyze the key data, calculate each possible proportion, and then use AB cross-analysis to list the judgments that are most likely to affect decision-making..." I calmly said, "Finally, according to the woman's intuition Assign specific values."

Brother: "..."

I continued to talk nonsense: "That fuzzy face looks strong. At least I know that he has no pressure to serve more than a dozen intermediate evil spirits at the same time, so it is not ruled out that he may impose spiritual interference on me in the process."

Personally, I don't want to admit this possibility. The strength of the fuzzy face has given me a headache. Now there is a spiritual interference. First of all, whether it is his own idea or the idea of a nine-tailed beast bastard, I will have a headache, but for the sake of safety, I think I should still consider it. Go, so after having a headache alone, he turned his head and looked at the old man: "The combat effectiveness of the blurred face is very strong, and you may need to provide data in this regard. Regardless of whether there is spiritual interference for the time being, you can first call out the information on the rooftop and analyze it.

The man nodded: "Okay."

"There should also be data on the fake worker's side. Is there a video of the swimming pool with you?" I looked at the man and said, "That guy is the main attack we came to Beijing this time. After the results are analyzed, priority will be given to fake workers."

The man continued to nod: "Is it okay to give it to me?"

So the senior brother frowned: "Then it's nothing to do with us?"

"No, it's your business." I turned my head and looked at my brother, smiled flatteringly, smiled humbly, and then said carefully, "When I was catching ghosts in the swimming pool before, I wrote a note to the fake worker with Reiki..."

Brother: "..."

My brother's face was a little solemn. In my limited memory, he only showed such an expression when I was pulled into the water ghost and almost died when I was 12 years old. After I finished that sentence, he didn't say anything for at least three minutes. He just looked at the place under my neck thoughtfully and then slowly frowned.

I looked at Chengying at a loss. He didn't seem to understand the reason for his brother's silence, but he still reluctantly nodded to me.

I felt a little relieved and looked back at my brother. His serious expression finally restrained a little and looked at me and nodded slowly: "Mo Yuan."

"What?" I held my breath and was very nervous.

Then I heard Brother Yun's light and light words: "Your pajamas are not buttoned well."

“......”

Did the master and the senior brother say this sentence seriously... Or did they say this sentence to change the atmosphere after thinking about it and feel that the consequences were too serious?

In a word, I lowered my head and buttoned the pajamas, and the old man over there also analyzed the data with an "ah" and came over with the computer composed of instant information: "Mo Yuan, the situation is a little tricky. The consultation to record the fake face is covered by the virus, and the analysis and restoration can't be seen clearly. I tried to do it from the outline body shape. Analyze it, and then feel that this person..."

is very similar to the feeling of a blurred face.

I only glanced at the screen and understood the old man's words. The brother next to him also frowned, and then sent the vest to the restaurant downstairs to order food. Looking at the vest closing the door, he raised the table and let Chengying and Bi Xie sit over: "What happened to meet that worker in the swimming pool before? Who said to listen to it?

Bi Xie, who knew nothing, naturally looked at Chengying. Of course, Chengying, who had been too lazy to speak, looked at me. I had to briefly tell my brother about the situation. He quickly caught the point: "Have you seen that fuzzy face?"

Except Bi Xie, everyone is nodding.

The senior brother asked again, "Can anyone describe his appearance?" Can you draw the picture?"

I shook my head first, and the man shook his head first and nodded: "I have read the data. The part of the data recording his face has an unknown error and can't be forcibly repaired."

"Is it completely impossible to display or is there miscellaneous coverage?"

"It can be displayed, but it can't be seen clearly." The old man thought for a moment and drew a diagram on his notebook, "That's about the case."

I came over and took a look. The 0 and 1 on the screen were mixed with Hirakana and Greek, and suddenly retreated with a headache: "Don't draw in programming languages. Who can understand if you draw like this?"

He said "Oh", scratched his head embarrassedly, and remade the data into a picture. This time, in order to increase his persuasiveness, he deliberately picked several pictures of blurred faces, looking up at the head-down, the back of the front side, and the half-body picture of the large and small picture, but each picture could not be seen as clearly as the old man said, just like the A certain area of a high-definition photo is partially mosaicized and blurred, and finally the brightness and contrast are adjusted.

"Why does he care so much about his appearance?" I can't figure it out, "Is his face very recognizable?"

"Is there something wrong with the monitoring system...?" Bi Xie tried to express his opinions from the props, "I remember that the third aunt made a prop. After applying it, she can use the Reiki camera to interfere with the shooting of the face within 24 hours. Will that guy buy the third aunt's props, so the old man's monitoring system can't take pictures of his face?"

The man subjectively said that he could not accept it. He jumped up to refute Bi Xie's speculation and was pulled down by me. I looked at Bi Xie sideways: "Why does your family always study this inexplicable prop?"

"Isn't there no demand for supply..." Bi Xie spread out his hands and looked innocent. "Do you need me to ask my third aunt for the customer list?"

"That's a must." Although this is related to the professional ethics and professional ethics of the Bi family, I don't bother to remind him that Bi Xie himself said so, "Don't forget that guy peeked your fiancee's bath."

"That's just what parents mean!" Bi Xie reacted faster than anyone else.

I turned a deaf ear, and the shadow next to me thought about it, but slowly frowned: "No. You said that his face could not be monitored because of spiritual interference. I just thought about it and felt that he was not just a facial with spiritual interference. To be precise, the blurred face is surrounded by spiritual power.

"Is it a combination of spiritual power?" I casually took Chengying's words, but I saw that the faces of the old man and Chengying had become solemn.

"It's a little similar." Chengying said slowly.

"It's not a little similar. I've confirmed that it's a spiritual combination." The old man confirmed Chengying's conjecture.

Everyone was silent.

Spiritual combination... In a sense, like the information integration and missing body, it is composed of substances that are invisible to the naked eye and do exist, but neither of these two types of things is normal. It is easy to perceive and difficult to capture, and in various sense, the degree of spiritual combination is probably more troublesome than information integration and missing. There are still many bodies. After all, the spiritual composition of the blurred face is basically unaffected by the influence of information coverage...

It's just that if the blurred face is really composed of spiritual power, then he should have a process of spiritual power passage and replenishment. According to his use of spiritual power tonight, if he does not make timely spiritual power supplementation, he is afraid that his feet will disperse ashes as soon as he retreated from the rooftop. Combined with the nine-tailed beast bastard before the blurred face is him. BOSS's statement...

Is the blurred face simply a spiritual split released by nine tails?!