Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Chapter 12

Things quickly alarmed the school leaders.

“Call out the monitoring.” The head of the biology department reluctantly suppressed his anger and shouted.

He personally invited Zhu Zhengqing back to Harvard. Now that the scientific research results are stolen, Zhu Zhengqing will not be a thief calling out to catch the thief. The problem can only lie with the school.

All the laboratories of Beijing University are equipped with intelligent video surveillance. Surveillance video is not displayed to the outside world, but is stored in a special computer, and only the person in charge of the laboratory can retrieve it with a password.

Hearing this, the director of the monitoring room who just rushed over changed his face: “Director Tang, you forgot, the school’s network system was attacked by a hacker a few days ago. Our monitoring room was the first to fall because the download protection mechanism was triggered. Almost all surveillance videos are automatically destroyed.”

It’s worse, but so.

The head of the Biology Department looked ashen: “Can you recover?”

The director of the monitoring room smiled bitterly and shook his head: “If I could recover, I would have recovered long ago.”

The atmosphere quieted down instantly.

If you want to get back the research results, you can only resort to the law.

Although they have experimental records in their hands, this can only prove that they have done this experiment. Even more because experimental records can be faked, but surveillance video cannot be faked. Without surveillance video, the other party has 10,000 reasons for sophistry, and even conversely slanders them for fabricating experimental records…

Finally someone couldn’t help it: “How can there be such a coincidence in the world, because the front foot is attacked by a hacker, the surveillance video is automatically destroyed, and our research results on the back foot are stolen.”

When he spoke, the anger of the entire project team was instantly ignited.

“Yes, how can there be such a coincidence!”

“A dozen of us have been tossing about this project for more than three months, and how much sweat we have put in, it is impossible for us to dig our own corner!”

All of a sudden, everyone agreed.

“Lao Zhang is right. I can now expect to make some achievements in this project and be promoted to associate professor next year.”

“Me too. My thesis task for this year has not been completed. This project is my only hope.”

…

“That is to say, it is definitely not our project team who has a ghost!”

“The problem is much simpler. More than two-thirds of the computers in our laboratory are not connected to the Internet. Basically, there is no possibility of being stolen by hackers. The gate of the laboratory building is closed at night, and you cannot enter or exit. You can only steal things. In the daytime, our laboratory’s locks have not been hacked, and there has been almost no break in the laboratory some time ago. Who else can it be besides us?”

It was a thin, tall and tall man with glasses, and he was probably the calmest person among the crowd.

But the spear was directed at Meng Zezhi nakedly.

Everyone followed their gazes and then thought about it.

The absence of surveillance video means that the results of this research will probably not be taken back. This is a project with a research funding of more than 10 million yuan. Someone must come out to take the responsibility.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing frowned and said with extreme accuracy: “Professor Meng can’t do such a thing.”

“How can’t it—” from the corner of the eye of the man with glasses, he glanced at the silent department head, his heart was determined, and he looked indignant: “I wish you professor, you don’t know…”

Don’t you just want to talk about the old things from the predecessor, Meng Zezhi is annoying.

“You can’t wait to pour dirty water on me?” Meng Zezhi interrupted him.

A stalk in the throat of a man with glasses.

Meng Zezhi’s tone was not good, and his eyes swept over the people present: “First, I am not stupid enough.” Others are in the laboratory. If you really want to steal Zhu Zhengqing’s experimental results, you still need to play it like this. How many tricks?

Wouldn’t those who doubt him be more stupid.

The complexions of Xu Yehua and others suddenly looked a little unsightly.

“Second,” Meng Zezhi looked at Zhu Zhengqing: “Your surveillance video is gone, but mine is still there.”

Zhu Zhengqing’s eyes lit up.

“What?” The man in glasses whispered.

Amidst everyone’s surprised eyes, Meng Zezhi turned and walked to his desk. When he reached the place, he reached out and touched the potted plant next to the computer, and then pulled out a pinhole camera.

After the surprise, as if thinking of something, Xu Yehua looked solemn and asked: “What I am more curious about is, why did Professor Meng install a camera in our laboratory?”

Hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed slightly, as if they had grasped Meng Zezhi’s handle, and their expressions were shaken.

“This is what I have discussed with Professor Zhu a long time ago, and reported with the security department. It is something before you entered the laboratory, so it is normal if you don’t know it.” With that, Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand and opened it. computer.

In public affairs, Meng Zezhi is also responsible for his research results. Just like Zhu Zhengqing believed in Meng Zezhi, but the others in the project team did not believe him. -Meng Zezhi can trust Zhu Zhengqing, but cannot trust the others in the project team.

So installing a private camera is inevitable.

Xu Yehua’s expression was a bit awkward.

“The surveillance video is stored in this computer.” Meng Zezhi manipulated the mouse to open Disk E, and asked while entering the password: “How long is the review period for this journal?”

The so-called review cycle refers to the time from submission to publication of the paper.

Knowing the review period, combined with the time when the experiment is completed, you can roughly calculate the time when the experimental data is lost, and then copy the corresponding surveillance video to them after editing.

Thinking about it and knowing, it is impossible and impossible for Meng Zezhi to hand over all the surveillance videos. After all, it must inevitably be captured in his calculation of Goldbach’s conjecture and the development of a special AIDS medicine.

Xu Yehua cheered up and thought for a while: “Three or four months.”

After speaking, she couldn’t help frowning.

Their experiment was a project that was established three months ago, and the results came out half a month ago. It is conceivable that the black hand behind the scenes must have a lot of energy to be able to skip the review cycle and publish the paper in a foreign authoritative journal in just half a month.

Meng Zezhi paused: “I see, please wait a while. I will cut out the surveillance video from the last half month and copy it to you.”

“Okay.” Zhu Zhengqing breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. He knew what Meng Zezhi was worried about, and turned to look at Xu Yehua and the others who looked complicated: “Let’s go outside and wait.”

Two hours later, Meng Zezhi handed the edited video to the director of the monitoring room, and everyone dispersed.

Only Meng Zezhi and Zhu Zhengqing were left in the laboratory.

The two thought of what had happened before.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

Meng Zezhi sank, looked at Zhu Zhengqing who was a little at a loss, and said, “I’m sorry…” I haven’t decided if I can give me some more time.

Hearing these two words, the heat in Zhu Zhengqing’s heart was instantly extinguished by the oncoming basin of cold water.

I was just rejected…

It’s a bit uncomfortable.

After the trance, he tightened the corners of his lips and slowed down his tone: “I should be the one who said sorry. I’m sorry for causing you trouble.”

He was a little confused, and simply said: “Just, that’s it, I have something to do, so I’ll leave!”

After speaking, he took two steps back, turned and walked out, in a panic figure, and almost tripped over the threshold when he went out.

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi almost caught up with his legs, but he immediately suppressed the impulse in his heart. No way, who made him have a time bomb buried in his body.

At this time, we won’t harm others.

Meng Zezhi wiped an old face, cheered up, and returned to the computer, preparing to cut out the remaining surveillance video so that Zhu Zhengqing could use it as evidence for his appeal.

In the next few days, Meng Zezhi never saw Zhu Zhengqing again.

However, the perpetrator of the theft case was caught, that is the guy who said he would be promoted to associate professor in the second half of the year on the basis of this project. He raised a junior outside, and her father was a good gambler. He owed a large amount of loan sharks outside. The creditor chased him back to him, and he asked him again. After receiving a sum of money from abroad, he sold the research results. Up.

The Beijing University sent him directly to the police station, and then turned around and sued the assistant professor of American Pheasant University who stole the paper to the International Court of Justice. The matter was raging and appeared on CCTV’s morning news twice.

Because the other party was well prepared, the lawsuit was difficult at Beijing University. In the end, it was because he bought an editor of the magazine at a big price, and he was the testimony in court to win the victory.

However, all this has nothing to do with Meng Zezhi.

He is ill. To say whether he is serious or not, it means coughing, blood in the stool, nausea and dizziness. It’s not easy to say that it’s not light, but he might be killed anytime.

Knowing that there was an outbreak of HIV in his body, Meng Zezhi interrupted the study of Goldbach’s conjecture, and spent nearly a week collating the results of the research into a paper. On this day in mid-December, he would spend two whole days. The hundred and thirty-page paper was submitted to “Annalsof Mathematics”, the Annals of Mathematics.

The author has something to say: Zhu Zhengqing: Isn’t he just an old man (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻