The Lost Tomb Vol. 8

Chapter 70: Deep Probe

I frantically rushed back to my room and made more than a dozen phone calls, calling up all the more capable partners in Hangzhou. I assigned several tasks, with one group of people searching for that person. I didn't see what he looked like, so I could only tell them to look for someone acting suspiciously. The second group of people was to dig through nearby garbage cans and see if there were any video tapes. He couldn't have taken away so many that quickly, so he either destroyed them or hid them somewhere else. Even if only a pile of ash was found, it had to be brought back to me. The third group of people was to bring me all the things inside that secret room. I wanted to study it all inch by inch, not believing that there wasn't a single trace to be found.

Unsurprisingly, the first group of people had no results. I was just desperate and had looked for a few people to give it a good go, but no one was found. The second group never came back. The third group was even more of a letdown, probably because the furniture was put inside before the room was first constructed, and now it was impossible to get out of such a small passage.

When the man asked me what to do, I knew there was no other choice and said, "Tear it down!"

Everything inside was broken into pieces and piled up in the yard. I examined every piece and turned them all over one by one, not calming down until I found that there was really no clue after all.

I drove everyone away, sitting alone in the yard, lighting a cigarette and thinking. I felt like a failure at losing such a good opportunity, but when I looked at the bedding and the table and chair, I suddenly thought of something and sneered.

I realized that I hadn't failed at all and everything I wanted to know was already in front of me. I just needed to take some extra measures to parse it out.

I picked up my cell and called a guy: "No matter the cost, find me a DNA testing agency." I spread out the quilt, searched carefully inside and picked out one of the hairs. "Right, money isn't a problem."

If a person stayed in a secret room for decades, and the only person who communicated with him was my Uncle Three, what was the biggest problem?

This person must have little knowledge of modern technology. I didn't know how they communicated before using computers, but obviously, they didn't know much about technology.

I sent several hairs I found to be tested. If my guess was correct, then I would finally fucking know the half of it.

Meanwhile, I sent both computers to my classmate to continue his research. I knew that it wasn't possible to completely delete something on a computer, and even if the hard disk was re-formatted, the data inside could be restored. I already knew everything, but some fragments could turn out to be extremely precious hints for me.

To make a long story short, the DNA results didn't come out so quickly, but my classmate came the next day.

To my surprise, he came empty-handed. When I cast a questioning look, he shook his head: "The hard drive on this computer is useless. It's just an empty shell."

Empty shell?

"This was a workstation." He said, "I found this in the CD drive." He took out a disc. "The hard drive of this computer is a device, and this is a workstation driven by a CD drive."

I couldn't understand it very well, so he explained, "In short, this computer doesn't have a hard drive. All the information was in short-term data storage so there's no record. As long as the computer was turned off, everything would return to zero."

I lit a cigarette, sat him down, and asked, "Is this technology very high-end?"

He shook his head: "No, it's actually a relatively low-end technology. Most of the time, it's used in multimedia classrooms and Internet cafes in universities. In this way, there will be less trouble from viruses and having to re-install the system."