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But Zhang Jue's investigation has always found nothing.

What Simmons knew must be "three years ago"-that is, Will Smith in this timeline.

But even if Smith can't predict what will happen later, a person's behavior pattern is fixed, and maybe he can get some other clues from him.

Therefore, Zhang Jue did not intend to let go of any details.

"Smith is a friend I met when I was studying in Meiguo, and I shared a house with him."

Simmons said: "I got along with him for a long time, and then I realized that he turned out to be an underground boxer."

"A black boxer?"

Smith's career was somewhat beyond Zhang Jue's expectations.

He knows the foundation's process of selecting MTF members, which requires several rounds of screening, which is very strict, let alone the captain.

Smith's identity is so sensitive, but he can be recruited by the Foundation, there must be something special about him.

Zhang Jue asked, "Can you contact him now?"

"Okay." Simmons nodded.

It was 11:30 in the evening, which happened to be the morning of Meiguo. Simmons picked up the phone and dialed the number of Will Smith on the other side of the ocean.

The phone rang for a minute and no one answered.

"No, Smith never sleeps in."

Simmons felt a little strange and dialed again, but there was still no answer.

Simmons wanted to fight again, but was stopped by Zhang Jue.

His always accurate instinct told him that there was a good chance something had happened to Smith.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes: "Besides the phone, do you have any other contact methods?"

Sensing the change in Zhang Jue's aura, Simmons nodded quickly.

"Yes, he has a dedicated email address, only the two of us know the address, I'll try sending him an email now."

Simmons immediately logged into his mailbox and sent an email to Smith's secret address. The content was just a simple sentence: "Are you okay?"

He just clicked the send button, and immediately received a reply, which scared him a lot.

It was an automated reply.

"Simmons, I'm glad you still remember me as a friend. Only the two of us know this email address, so I know it must be you."

"I feel that there are always some weird events happening around me recently, which makes me feel very horrified."

"I decided to investigate."

"If you have received this email, it means that my investigation has failed and I may have completely disappeared from this world."

"Don't be sad for me, my brother."

"Don't take the risk of investigating anything."

"I've deposited some things in the safe of the Kanrada Bank, and these things are considered as gifts for you."

"The password is the day we pay the rent every month, you must remember it."

"Wish me luck."

"Your best brother—Smith."

After reading this email, Simmons was stunned for a while.

Some couldn't accept the fact that they had called on the phone a few months ago.

His friendship with Smith has surpassed that of ordinary friends.

In words.

It's life and death.

He used computer technology to help Smith escape the pursuit of his enemies time and time again.

And Smith also helped him teach many bullies who bullied him.

The automatic reply set by Smith is more like a suicide note.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Simmons turned to Zhang Jue.

"Consultant Zhang, can you tell me what happened to Smith? Why do you know his name?"

Simmons thought that Zhang Jue would tell him the answer.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jue shook his head.

"No, at your level, I cannot disclose any information about him to you."

Simmons looked at Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue's face was calm.

Finally, Simmons sighed slightly.

"I see."

The rules of the foundation are sometimes so cruel.

Zhang Jue patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Don't be too pessimistic, maybe he just fell into a certain predicament and couldn't leave for a while."

"Really?" Simmons was like a family member outside the ward, unwilling to let go of any hope.

"I don't know if it's true."

Zhang Jue didn't intend to lie to him either.

"Smith encountered some kind of weird incident. After he went to investigate, it is not known whether he is alive. Simmons, it is useless for you to worry about here, but I can help you find out what happened to him, yes Whether it is life or death, I will help you find out."

Anyone who knew Zhang Jue knew that even though this person was usually a fool, once he got serious, he was very trustworthy, and he could even entrust his life to him.

This point, the people in the entire Site14 site have a deep understanding.

Simmons had just arrived, but after several contacts, he also unconditionally obeyed Zhang Jue's words.

He stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Consultant Zhang, Smith is my best friend, no matter what, please help me find him."

The two are talking.

Zhang Jue's phone rang suddenly.

It's a trumpet from within the site.

It's so late, who could it be?

Zhang Jue answered the phone.

"Consultant Zhang? It's not good, didn't you operate the computer in the central control room a few days ago? Something happened!"

Zhang Jue frowned: "Don't worry, let me tell you what's going on now."

"Just now, a dialog box popped up on the computer desktop. I couldn't understand what was written on it, and I couldn't close it."

"What kind of dialog?"

"It's just a pop-up window covering all the programs, which is still flickering."

"Constantly blinking?"

Zhang Jue read something in a low voice, and Simmons asked, "Is it green?"

The other party replied: "Yes, yes, it's the green box, what should I do now?"

"Don't move yet." Simmons was a little excited, and said to Zhang Jue, "The video is restored faster than I thought. It's only been two days, and it's finished! Now we can go and see if the video you want is restored. Is there any?"

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The computing power of the supercomputer at site14 was really strong, and the video recovery speed was a full day faster than Simmons expected.

After receiving the call, the two rushed to the central control room immediately.

Simmons looked at the prompt that popped up on the computer, and entered a few more commands.

Zhang Jue looked at him: "How is it?"

Simmons wiped sweat from his brow, relieved.

"The program was executed successfully. All the files and data from 6 months ago have been recovered, but because some tracks have been covered by other data, it may not be complete. As for whether the files you want can be recovered, it depends on the Luckily."

"My luck has always been good." Zhang Jue said with a smile, "Simmons, no matter what, thank you in advance this time."

Zhang Jue put the recovered hard drive into his pocket and immediately returned to his room.

He couldn't wait to see how the surveillance video was restored.

However, the moment he turned on the hard drive, the computer froze.

Although Zhang Jue's computer configuration is not top-notch, it is definitely not bad. It is definitely not a problem to play games with full special effects.

The reason for the freeze is because there are too many video files.

Since the video recovery algorithm written by Simmons is only a beta version (internal test version), many places still need to be optimized.

The hard disk provided by Zhang Jue has been overwritten many times, and the AI ​​algorithm tried to restore the previous data, but the obtained video data could not be combined.

Therefore, there are tens of thousands of video fragments in the recovered hard disk.

The big ones are more than a dozen G, and some are only a few KB.

Like Simmons said, some files are only a few frames long.

And because it is an intelligently restored file, it cannot be sorted by date.

It is not easy to find the picture you want from so many video files.

There is no way, and this matter cannot be left to others, Zhang Jue can only click on each video to view it.

At first he was full of confidence, thinking that with his own luck, maybe he would see what he wanted to see in just a while.

But after an hour, he compromised, lying on the computer desk, and started to be lazy.

After all, there are all surveillance videos here, not small movies. It is too boring to watch one by one.

After a night of hard work, on the second day, Zhang Jue finally appeared in front of the site14 staff with two dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Simmons immediately guessed the reason.

"Consultant Zhang, how about I develop another software for you to recognize videos."

Zhang Jue didn't know much about software development, so he asked, "How can it be like this?"

Simmons nodded: "The principle is actually not complicated, because there is a time mark in the upper right corner of the surveillance video, I just need to write a program to let it identify and mark the video within a certain time range, and you can manually review it again, it should be ok Do nothing wrong."

This method is fine.

Zhang Jue nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

"Trouble is not troublesome. I developed similar software when I was in college, and it can be completed in a few days." Simmons said, "It's Smith's business, and I ask Consultant Zhang to take care of it."

When ordinary people hear such words, they will definitely think that Simmons is threatening Zhang Jue.

But Zhang Jue knew that Simmons was just a little stubborn and not very good at talking.

What he said "a lot of trouble" is actually a literal meaning.

In this way, the two reached an agreement.

Simmons is responsible for developing tools for Zhang Jue to identify the time of the video, while Zhang Jue is investigating the disappearance of Will Smith for Simmons.

Zhang Jue was there, so there was no way to rush to the scene immediately.

Apart from Yang Xue, he didn't know anyone in Mei country.

But Yang Xue is currently engaged in a confidential mission, probably even busier than Simmons.