The interlocking gears rolled forward, and the steam hose swelled like a white-soaked corpse in water. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After fine polishing, heat treatment to eliminate internal stress, and many strict processes 、、、 electrical plating, the numerous parts manufactured by info with red copper as the main material have finally become a huge super-analysis machine in the center of a huge space in the hands of tens of thousands of design experts and programmers. Each shaft is covered with gears of different sizes representing different carry numbers. The rotation day and night, the friction that does not exist all the time, all the countless cumbersome information has been changed into the bite and operation of the gears.

Next to the main body of the super analyzer "Meredith" is several spacious spaces that have been specially divided, like a honeycomb structure placed next to her body, layer upon layer. Meredith is the most important of them all, and the hexagonal buildings around her are inhabited by hard-working but tireless worker bees, swarms of workers who have dedicated their lives to the gears.

Dressed in a tight-fitting formal suit, with his hair tied up by a headband and coiled behind his head, and his feet are not high heels, his face is very good-looking, especially those eyes, there is always a power that can attract all people's eyes into it. Among women in their twenties, the figure is definitely the kind that can be ranked first. She wears white velvet gloves on her hands, which match her slender fingers perfectly, and should be specially made for her. Between ten fingers, he held a document, very thin, the weight of a piece of paper, but on the back of the paper was the imprint of the Meredith family crest. This is a very important document, otherwise it would not have allowed Natalie, one of the designated secretaries in the analysis office, to make a special trip.

Of course, this is only one of the reasons. There is another reason, but it is because of the lengthy number on the document. If he hadn't spent time in an analysis institute or had not undergone professional training, he would have been a numbered number in the eyes of ordinary people.

But in Natalie's eyes, there is too much information in this string of numbers. Because every number has a corresponding meaning. Completely distilling the contents of the numbered number is the name of a man - Carla Meredith.

Natalie's steps are fast, her body instinctively controls the power on her two legs in harmony with her brain, her high heels are stepping on the birch floor, and her voice is perfectly suppressed within a tolerable range, and the "rattle" sound that was originally a noise is well transformed into a rhythmic drum beat with a thin and low groan of the surrounding gears.

But it seems that she is in the wrong place, and even with a superb figure and an absolutely attractive face, no one has given Natalie a second glance as she walks through the corridors around the hexagonal room. The people here are all workaholics, and the only things they are interested in are the drawings and programs in front of them, or is it for some other reason?

Natalie didn't care, still maintaining an even pace, getting closer and closer to the main body of the super-analyzer "Meredith". There was a faint smell of wood in the air, and the hallway was topped by a hexagonal ceiling neatly arranged, and the light of the lamps was controlled by the program of the super-analyzer, as soft as a spring drizzle soaking into one's cheeks. The walls are a faint blue, a color that looks like the sky when the sun first comes out in the morning, and it won't make your eyes feel tired and uncomfortable even if you look at it for a long time.

In front of it is the nearest room to the Super Analyzer. The glass door was open, and you could see the various machines related to the analysis machine that were neatly arranged inside, as well as the few twelve or thirteen people inside, ranging from an old man with white hair to a young man who looked about the same age as Natalie.

With a knock on the door, Natalie stepped in with permission, handing over her important papers.

"The management department wants to get the specific position in the shortest possible time, and they want you to do it as soon as possible. "Natalie's voice is also very good, at least the kind that can be etched in your head after listening to it once.

"We try to do it in a short amount of time. The person receiving the document was an aging half-centenarian man by the glass door, who wore a pair of simple copper-rimmed glasses, took a closer look at the simple document in his hand and said, "Thank you for coming here on purpose, in fact, you can explain it by radio." In Miss Meredith's body, there is nothing that can steal our radio signals, not even the frequency of the sound in the microphone. ”

The old man scratched the corners of his eyebrows, which were also about to turn white, and raised the thin document in his hand, "You know that even if this matter is handled by Miss Meredith, but recently due to the influence of the Chiraandi family, the family's biological department has called a larger occupancy ratio, and wants to open the system in this situation, if the Miss Carla mentioned above is cunning enough, or knows a little bit about the things in the analysis office, the acquisition of the location may be much longer than expected." ”

"But we try our best to get it done. The old man smiled, "Whether you find it or not, I will give an answer to that side in two days." ”

Natalie nodded, turned around and was about to leave, when she suddenly stopped again.

"If there is any news, please send it to us at the same time, please don't worry about the management department. Natalie looked at the old man who had already stood up with a smile and said, "Master Reut, there seems to be something to deal with. ”

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, he had worked in the analysis institute almost all his life, and this was definitely the farthest place from the core of the family's power. After thinking about it, although he didn't know who Reut was, the old man nodded after weighing it in his heart.

"Yes. ”

Satisfied, Natalie turned to leave. Back in her small office, she plugged in the radio and held the handset close to her ear. A few seconds later, a man's voice came from the other side, it was Young Master Reut in Natalie's mouth.

"Done?"

"No, not yet, it's just the beginning of the first step, but it won't be too long, so please get ready. Natalie said.

"I've been ready for a long time, just wait for news from your analysis office. The earpiece said. "This is one last chance, Natalie, don't let me down. Managers, personnel, and corresponding armaments have all been transported to the designated place, and the next thing is just up to your ability. ”

"Rest assured, Master Reuter. ”

Immediately putting down the receiver, Natalie put away her smile and resumed her work.

"Sister Kara, it's been a few years, I wonder what you've become?" Natalie tapped her pen to describe Kara's appearance in her mind, but no matter how she thought about it, all she remembered about Kara was a sniper rifle and a blood-stained scalpel. It was the fear she had hidden deep in her heart, and the source of her hatred, even though she was Kara's sister.