What went wrong? Cassia did not consider whether it was a malfunction of the machine. The manufacturing technology of the differential engine is all in the hands of the empire, and the companies and their factories that authorize production are also monitored by the empire throughout the process. And the things they manufacture
They are all just empty shells, and the core components are transported out by the empire's special development agency through professional teams. In the empire where the industrial capabilities have reached today, the probability of errors and failures of the differential engine as a high-precision product is almost zero.
, although it is gradually being eliminated, it can continue to serve ordinary people for a long time. This is still a national library, and regional managers should not want to have any leakage in this regard and affect themselves.
He then entered other things, such as the ratio of platinum bullets and the firearm model query. The results came out quickly, and they were correct. There was nothing wrong with the machine, it was just the name of the place, he thought.
Standing aside and thinking about it, this is an important thing. He has a deep memory. Grote's words are still clearly left in his head word for word. They are exactly as they were input. The reading, writing and input methods are also the same.
Correct, the error does not seem to come from yourself.
Has the pronunciation changed? Cassia made another guess, and then tapped the keyboard with her fingers, entering all possible pronunciations, or the glyphs associated with them, for search. But the results were no exception. The red font became more and more eye-catching, filled with
Cassia's eyes. The general topography of the place described by Grote was also input into the related search after Cassia sorted out the relevant languages. At this time, the results were obtained, but they were not the same as the travel brochures bought in front of the station.
What's the difference?
Try to connect to the city's main analysis machine. There is a more complete storage library there, and the computing performance cannot be compared with the difference engine. The waiting time was a little longer, and Cassia repeated what he did on the difference engine. It took a lot of time.
The time doubled, and corresponding content appeared every time, but it was obvious that it was not what he needed.
Cassia stopped tapping her fingers on the keyboard and began to sort out the whole thing. From meeting Groat, to the conversation by the fire in the spiritual world, to now being in this magnificent library, using
The difference engine connects the function of the city's main analysis engine to search for what you want. Every step is correct, almost remarkable, provided that Grote is not lying.
That was not a lie, Cassia made the assumption, but she already believed Grote in her heart. The first generation of Knight King did not seem to have the motive and reason to lie to him.
"The problem is not on my side, nor on the machine." Cassia thought, "Did the empire delete this place name from people's awareness?" It seems possible.
"Excuse me, are you encountering a problem? You don't know how to use it?" There was a questioning tone at the end of the sentence. Cassia couldn't help being alarmed because she was immersed in thinking and didn't care about the surrounding environment. As a library staff
The girl had unknowingly come next to him. Perhaps not unknowingly, the girl was wearing flat shoes, light pink, with small soles. Compared with the patent leather shoes Cassia was wearing, which were far beyond their load, they were only half the size.
.The pink shoes made a lot of noise when they stepped on the wooden floor of the library, which is renovated and waxed every once in a while.
The girl came over holding the book and hugged it to her chest. Her body was still growing and she was a head shorter than Cassia. She walked around Cassia's body and leaned forward to see the display panel, which was mostly blocked by the strong body. Cassia shook her head and tapped the button with her fingers at an extremely fast speed, completely erasing what was still displayed on the panel. I don’t know if she did these things after the girl printed the above content in her eyes.
Cassia finally knocked the switch and the main valve was closed. The differential engine hidden under the exquisite appearance immediately lost steam power and became silent.
I wonder if it would be rude to do this? Cassia took a step back and distanced herself from the girl, then she thought.
"No." He answered in a dry and hard voice.
The girl's face turned a little red, and then she realized that her behavior just now was rude.
"You've been standing there for a long time, pressing the re-search button. Are you upset?" the girl asked, "What can I possibly do to help you?"
Cassia did not respond to the girl's question. After confirming that it was just her good intentions, she shook her head: "Thank you, I have found it and will leave immediately."
"Well, then," the girl continued to say, but Cassia had already turned around and walked away. The soles of her feet were not what an eighteen-year-old youth should have at all. They were so heavy that they made a "crunching" sound when stepping on the floor. The girl watched the person who made her feel strange leave, and the surrounding area seemed empty again. The yellow lights did not raise the temperature here much. From time to time, a limousine car honked its horn outside, and the sound crossed the road and penetrated into the window. Finally,
Fall into the girl's ears.
Silence returned to the hall. The neat tables and chairs on one side of the door seemed to be trying their best to maintain their current state, with a majestic aura like a sculpture in the center of the square fountain. They watched the girl walk past them, sit behind the service desk, and put their heads on
Buried, blocked by the base of books. The place has returned to its original state.
Soon after, the girl stood up, put down the book she had been reading, took off her glasses, walked to the difference machine, pressed the switch, and input what she saw at that moment based on the memory in her mind.
Stuff.
The results were displayed on the panel, but they were all the same useless information as what Cassia had obtained.
Turning off the difference engine, the girl went to the search catalog and based on her natural familiarity with books and her reading volume, she felt everything that might be related to them.
The books found were piled up on several tables nearby. But the girl’s harvest could only be replaced by zero.
At this time, the sun broke through the obstacles of broken clouds in the sky and fell, golden light without any temperature. The fine floating dust in the library was illuminated by the evening light, and they flowed in the air.
The girl was lying on a chair, rubbing her sore head, looking up at the ceiling covered with murals. The light from the lamp soon made her eyes sore, so she simply closed it and rested for a while.
The girl felt that the silent surroundings gave her a different kind of peace of mind. She had been in a hurry all afternoon, but found nothing. Her body was tired from constantly moving the ladder. She wanted to just sleep like this, and soon she moved from far to near.
The sound of footsteps forced her to open her eyes.
"Shaco, it's time to go home." An old man with white hair walked in, wearing a standard navy blue dress, holding a badly worn document bag, wearing old man's eyes, his eyes were wise, and he was in great spirits, full of emotions that were incomparable with his age.
It matches the vitality. There is a logo on the document package, half of which is blurred, but it does not prevent the clear other half from showing that this is the badge of the top school in the city.