What went wrong? Kasia didn't consider whether it was a malfunction of the machine. The manufacturing process of the Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info differential machine is all in the hands of the Empire, and the company and its factories that license the production on behalf of the Empire are also monitored by the Empire throughout the process. And all the things they make are empty shells, and the core components are transported by the Empire's special development agencies through professional teams. In the empire where industrial power has come to this day, the probability of error and failure of the differential machine, which is a high-precision product, is close to zero, and although it is gradually being phased out, it can still continue to serve ordinary people for a long time. This is still a national library, and the district administrators should not want to compromise themselves by making mistakes in this regard.

He then typed in other things, such as the platinum bullet ratio and the model of the firearm. The results came out quickly, and they were correct. There is no problem with the machine, it is the relationship between the names of places, he thought.

Standing aside and thinking about it, it was an important thing, and he had a deep memory. Grote's words are still clearly left in his head, completely typed in, and the reading, writing and input methods are correct, and the errors that appear do not seem to come from himself.

Cassia made another guess, and then tapped her finger on the keyboard, typing in all possible pronunciations, or glyphs associated with them. But the results are no exceptions. The red font became more and more prominent, filling Kasia's eyes. The general topography of the location described by Grote was also entered into the relevant language after Kasia sorted out the relevant language for a correlation search. At this point, I got the result, but what difference can it be from the tourist brochure I bought in front of the station?

Try to connect to the main analyzer in the city, where there is a more complete repository and the computing performance is not comparable to that of the differential machine. The wait was a little longer, and Kasia repeated what he had done on the Difference Machine. The time spent was doubled, and the corresponding content appeared each time, but it was clear that it was not what he needed.

Stopping his fingers on the keyboard, Kasia began to comb through the whole thing. From meeting Grote, to the conversation by the fire in the spiritual world, to now being in this magnificent library, using the function of the differential computer to connect to the main analysis machine of the city to search for what you want. Every step is correct, almost remarkable, provided that Grote is not lying.

That's not a lie, Cassia made a hypothesis, but already believed Grote in his heart. The first generation of knight kings does not seem to have the motive and reason to lie and deceive him.

"The problem is not on my side, nor is it on the machine. "Did the Empire remove this name from people's perception?"

"Excuse me, is there a problem, 、、、won't you use it?" The end of the sentence dragged a questioning tone, and Kasia couldn't help but be alarmed, because she was immersed in thinking and didn't care about her surroundings anymore, and the girl, who was a library worker, had come to him unconsciously. Perhaps not unknowingly, the girl was wearing flat shoes, light pink, with small soles, less than half of the patent leather shoes that Kasia was wearing that far exceeded her load. There was also a lot of movement in the pink shoes on the wooden floor of the library, which was refurbished and waxed every once in a while.

The girl came with a book in her hand, hugging her chest, her still developing body, a head shorter than Kasia's. She walked around Kasia's body and leaned forward to look at the display panel that was blocked by the muscular body.

Kasia shook her head, her fingers tapping the buttons at breakneck speed, completely erasing what was still on the panel. I don't know if it was after the girl had imprinted the contents in her eyes that she had done this, but Kasia finally knocked the switch and the main valve closed. The differential machine, hidden behind the beautiful exterior, immediately lost its steam power, and the whole thing fell silent.

I wonder if it would be rude to do this?, Cassia took a step back and distanced herself from the girl, and then thought.

"Nope. His voice was stiff, he replied.

The girl's face was a little red, and then she realized that her behavior had been rude.

"See you've been standing there for a long time, pressing the retrieval button, upset?" the girl asked, "what might I be able to do for you?"

Kasia didn't respond to the girl's question, and after confirming that it was just her kindness, she shook her head: "Thank you, I've found it, I'll leave right away." ”

"Well, 、、、then," said the girl, and Kasia had turned away, and the soles of her feet did not look at all like that of an eighteen-year-old youth, and they were so heavy that they stepped on the floor and creaked.

The girl watched the strange man leave, and the surroundings seemed empty again, and the yellow light didn't make the temperature rise much. From time to time, the limousine honked its horn, and the sound crossed the road, burrowed into the window, and finally fell into the girl's ear.

The hall was silent, and the neat tables and chairs on one side of the gate seemed to be trying to maintain their current state, with a sculptural majesty in the center of the square fountain. They watched as the girl walked past them and sat down at the back of the desk, her head buried in the book. Here it was back to the way it was.

After a while, the girl stood up suddenly, put down the book she had been reading, took off her glasses, walked to the side of the differential machine, pressed the switch, and entered what she had seen at that moment according to the memory in her mind.

The panel showed the results, but all of them were the same as the one Kasia had gotten, useless information.

Turning off the differential machine, the girl went to the catalog and looked for everything that might be relevant to her senses, based on her natural familiarity with the book and the amount of reading.

The books were piled up on several tables beside them. But the girl's harvest can only be replaced with zero.

At this time, the sunlight broke through the barrier of broken clouds in the sky and fell, and the golden light had no temperature. The fine pieces of floating dust in the library were illuminated by the evening light, and they moved through the air.

The girl lay on a chair, rubbing her sore head and looking up at the ceiling covered with murals. The light of the lamp made her eyes sour for a while, and she simply closed it and rested for a while.

The girl felt that the silence around her gave her a different kind of reassurance. I was in a hurry for the afternoon, but I didn't find anything, and my body was tired from constantly moving the herringbone ladder. She wanted to sleep like this, but soon after, the sound of footsteps from far and near made her have to open her eyes.

"Shako, it's time to go home. "An old man with white hair walked in, dressed in a navy blue standard gown, with a badly worn document bag, with old man's eyes, a wise gaze, and a very good spirit, full of vitality that did not match his age. The bag has a logo on it, half of which is blurred, but it doesn't prevent you from seeing through the clear other half that it's the badge of the top school in the city.