Ten minutes later, He Ao looked at the old iron gate not far away.
Next to the iron door is a white card swiping device, which has accumulated some dust, proving that it has not been used for a while.
The factory in Chenxi City has already realized intelligence and automation. Most documents and materials are transmitted through the network. Moreover, most workers have grown up in a paperless environment and have no habit of reading paper at all. They may not even be able to read it.
Paper books.
After all, there is still a certain gap between reading on an electronic screen and reading on paper.
The existence of archives is actually just to store some tomes that have to be stored, or some important information.
He Ao glanced at the surveillance in front of the archives room, walked around the blind corner of the surveillance, then took out the blank card given by Jack and pressed it on the card machine.
With a soft sound, the old iron door opened.
Jack's blank card saved him some trouble.
He Ao crossed the iron gate and entered the archives room. The originally dark space was dimly lit with dim lights.
The entire archives room is quite large, with rows of metal bookshelves neatly arranged inside.
At the end of these bookshelves, there is a spiral staircase, but that staircase is locked by an iron door and does not open.
"Hello, partner, your reading permissions are normal permissions and you can read the first level of ordinary files. You can check the file books you want to read at the front desk."
A gentle voice came from behind He Ao.
He turned around and saw a brown front cabinet standing behind the door. There was a slightly larger tablet computer placed on the cabinet. The sound just now came from the tablet computer.
The tablet screen lit up at this moment, displaying a search page.
He Ao walked forward and entered the keyword 'TB-167A' in the input box.
This is the number of the suspected robot arm model he saw on the robot arm operating table.
The contents of the tablet screen loaded briefly, and information about a book appeared.
[Abbot Intelligent Machinery TB-167A Robotic Arm Manual][1376 pages]
Below the title is the placement of the book.
This manual is not a confidential document and is placed on the first floor.
He Ao found this instruction manual in the corner of the first floor.
This manual is full-color and hardcover, with a designed cover. The paper is also specially processed and high-quality paper, and is about ten centimeters thick.
The books appear to be old, and although the quality is very good, the edges are still a bit yellowed.
Obviously this is not the manual of a new machine, but the manual of an old machine.
The one where the explosion occurred.
He Ao opened the book, first found the information about the machine's service life in the catalog, and then turned to the corresponding page.
"Designed service life is fifteen years..."
The robotic arm where the accident occurred was about fourteen years old and had not exceeded its service life. This is what the lawyer of Avis Group told Joey in court.
The other party presented a complete maintenance report and random inspection documents on the operation of the machine. The data on paper proved that there was no problem with the robotic arm itself.
Then he took out the inspection report from the manufacturer of the robotic arm, which showed that the robotic arm was excessively worn due to improper operation, which in turn caused the emergency system to fail, eventually causing the motor to jam and explode.
From this, they concluded that the improper operation of Joey's parents led to the explosion.
Joey has no evidence and cannot find witnesses, so he cannot convince the court by relying on his personal knowledge of his parents.
He couldn't argue with these eloquent lawyers and ultimately lost the case.
But now He Ao has learned through Jack that there is a problem with the machine itself, and the data is not so 'real'.
Originally, He Ao thought that the machine was still being used forcefully after its expiration date, but now from the instruction manual, it appears that the machine itself has not exceeded its expiration date.
So what's the problem?
He Ao thought for a moment, opened Super Memory, and then quickly flipped through the manual starting from the first page.
This 1,376-page detailed instruction manual generally labels the detailed attributes and structure of each part of the robotic arm, and even includes repair methods for most faults.
There must be something wrong with this.
And just as He Ao was flipping through the instructions quickly, there was a soft sound outside the archives door.
——
Under the neon lights of the city, the surging wind blew away the dust on the top floor.
On the huge circular helicopter landing pad, a behemoth landed slowly.
The huge and oppressive black helicopter was gradually implemented.
The strong wind stirred by the propeller blew the clothes of the people standing not far from the tarmac.
A thin, curly-haired man in a gray suit jumped out of the helicopter, followed by well-equipped mercenaries.
The burly man who had been waiting beside the helicopter for a long time rushed forward and said, "Boss."
"Is there anything unusual?"
The man in the gray suit took off the headphones from his ears.
"No, there is no warning for now."
The strong man shook his head quickly.
"Interesting little guy," the man in the gray suit laughed nervously, then put on a pair of silver-gray smart glasses.
"He should have sneaked in and connected all the surveillance equipment in the factory to my equipment. This is also where our intelligence department's branch in Chenxi City is located. If a little kid can come and leave whenever he wants, we will
It should be laughed at."
"yes!"
The strong man nodded tremblingly.
Soon the man in the gray suit began to display images one after another on his glasses,
"The time is set back to half an hour ago. The focus is near the I-27 operation room, and all nearby surveillance cameras are displayed at the same time."
The man in gray suit said softly.
Soon, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were locked on the blurry figure passing through the edge of the surveillance camera. "Look, isn't this coming in?"
He gently raised his hand, and the mercenaries who got off the helicopter quickly formed a team behind him, and even the strong man who greeted him at the beginning also entered the team.
"Let's go to the archives and take a look. I really want to know if this child's expression will be the same as his parents' when he is dying."
He waved gently, and the mercenaries lined up behind him quickly began to trot in unison.
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Soon, they arrived in front of the archives room.
The building where the archives room belongs is a small building next to the factory building B. Although this area is in the core of the factory, few people come here usually, and the cleaning is not diligent. There is a light dust on the ground.
The man in gray suit lowered his head and glanced at the footprints on the ground.
Although these footprints bypassed the surveillance in front of the archives room, they clearly left a trail of actions.
A smile appeared on his lips and he walked quickly to the door of the archives room.
The strong man behind him wanted to swipe his card to open the automatic door, but was stopped by the man in gray suit.
He stretched out his hand to grab the locked iron door and pulled it slowly.
With a squeaking and tearing sound, the entire automatic door locking device was violently broken by him.
Then he waved his hand, and the person behind him immediately understood and handed him a submachine gun.
He raised the gun, pulled the bolt, and pointed it into the archives room.
Then, the trigger was pulled.
Fierce gunfire exploded in the quiet archives room in an instant.
Then he held the gun and walked into the archives room step by step. After firing one magazine, he replaced it with a new one.
Until the entire archives room was filled with flying scraps of paper and scattered bullet casings.
The gunshots, like thunder, slowly stopped.
The man in gray suit stood at the end of the corridor, looking at the dusty and tightly locked door leading to the second floor, with a gloomy expression.
The entire archives room was empty, and the scene of bullets beating the boy into pieces that he expected to see did not appear.
He turned around, took out the walkie-talkie from the coat pocket of the strong man behind him, and pressed the broadcast button.
"Strengthen vigilance, be responsible for every point inside and outside the factory, and shoot directly when you see a target, regardless of life or death."
The confetti from the sky fell slowly, spreading on the ground like snowflakes.
The entire archives room was eerily quiet.
——
At the gate of the factory, He Ao, who was wearing work clothes, glanced back at the direction of the archives room, carried the thick instruction manual, and walked out of the factory with the crowd of people after get off work.
The work clothes he is wearing belong to the thin man who operates the robotic arm. His body shape is taller and thinner than He Ao, and his overall body shape is similar to that of He Ao.
He Ao asked him to change clothes with him, and then asked him to smash the door of the archives room with a stone if he heard any noise.
As for the one-way footprints leading to the archives, just walk backwards.
After leaving the factory, the crowd began to disperse in all directions.
Some people wearing security uniforms but with fierce eyes were standing around the gate at some point, watching everyone who passed by with vigilance.
He Ao stepped into the blind spot of their sight, mixed in the crowd, and quickly left the factory gate.
After walking not far, he turned sideways and entered the alley between the buildings opposite the factory.
Just a few steps into the alley, he heard painful screams coming from in front of him.
"I really don't know. I really bought these clothes. Please let me go,"
He Ao leaned against the wall, his whole body blending into the shadow of the silent night, and moved step by step towards the source of the sound.
Not far in front of He Ao, a thin man wearing his jacket was being picked up by his collar by a strong man who looked like a security guard.
The man's face was slightly red and swollen, it was obvious that he had just been beaten.
The security guard looked at the man's refusal to admit it, picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, and pressed the call button.
"Boss, I caught a person wearing the same clothes as the target, but he is not the target. What should I do?"
"killed."
The reply on the intercom was calm and concise.
"I...don't kill me..."
The thin man also heard the words on the intercom, and he yelled.
However, it was too late now.
The security guard threw him to the ground, then took out a pistol from his arms and loaded the gun with his hands crossed.
Then he pointed the gun at the man's head.
"I···"
The man was trembling and just about to speak, but suddenly noticed the security guard behind him and was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, the security guard also reacted. He immediately exerted force on his waist and elbow, made a circle with his arm in mid-air, pointed the gun behind him, and then pulled the trigger with his index finger.
boom--
The moment the gunshot rang out, bright red blood bloomed like a rose blooming in the night, splattering the thin man's face.
He Ao slowly pulled out the dagger from the security guard's neck. The silver blade reflected the cold moonlight and shone on the skinny man's blood-spattered cheek.
puff--
The body of the security guard with wide-eyed eyes fell forward and fell to the ground with a muffled sound. The walkie-talkie on his chest fell out, rolled to his side, and fell into a pool of blood.
He Ao pointed the tip of the sword downward, letting the bright red blood flow slowly along the silver sword body.
Tick tock—tick tock—
Blood dripped on the cement floor and on the heart of the thin man.
He raised his head with trembling fear and looked at He Ao.
At this time, a rustling noise came from the walkie-talkie that fell on the ground, and then a man's cold voice,
"Come back first after handling it."
He Ao slowly bent down, picked up the walkie-talkie from the pool of blood, pressed the communication button, and said softly,
