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When Purple Sumrs arrived at the company, so employees had already left, leaving only the overti workers who hadn’t left. They’d ordered boxed als for takeout, and they were eating happily.
Seeing Purple Sumrs co in, everyone put down their food and greeted her.
“I’ve got nothing going on, keep eating.” Purple Sumrs smiled and went straight to the president’s office.
As usual, she reviewed the company’s recent reports, so contract information, and got to know the operations situation.
By the ti she’d finished looking at all of this, it was over an hour later.
Zack Wallace asked her with concern, “Do you want to call for so food?”
Purple Sumrs hadn’t had dinner yet. She touched her stomach and realized that she was indeed hungry. But now Atra Blanc must have prepared dinner for her at ho, and if she ordered food now, it would be such a letdown for Atra Blanc.
“Let’s go ho,” Purple Sumrs stretched her arms and stood up.
As she was about to leave, she saw that the Technical Departnt still had the lights on, and couldn’t help but wonder, “Are they not going ho?”
Zack Wallace complained, “These tech geeks go ho just to play on the computer. The internet speed at ho is nowhere near as fast as at the company. Of course, they stick around and even save on electricity bills.”
Purple Sumrs walked in and took a look. The technicians inside seed to have noticed sothing, and they quickly switched screens. The ga scene instantly turned into a work interface!
Purple Sumrs couldn’t help but chuckle. She said with a smile, “Don’t hide it. It’s already after work hours, so having so leisure activities is okay.”
It just happened to be the technician who helped her look up the tracking number last ti.
“Hello, President.” The technician laughed awkwardly.
Purple Sumrs walked over and saw a blueprint displayed on his computer screen. She asked, “What is this? Is it also related to the company’s business?”
“Yeah, helping a rich woman catch her husband’s mistress.” The technician’s smile revealed a little cunning. “This business may seem insignificant, but it actually has a big market and is even one of our company’s main sources of inco.”
Purple Sumrs beca curious and leaned in to examine the blueprint closely—it should be an apartnt building, with floor levels and elevator locations marked, as well as so data she couldn’t understand.
The technician explained to her, “This apartnt building has thirty-two floors. We’ve obtained the surveillance footage from the entrance and elevator, and based on the video recording tis and people’s walking paths, the computer calculated and deduced the destination, finding out which room the man’s kept mistress lives in.”
“That’s incredible?” Purple Sumrs was surprised.
The technician smiled proudly, “The power of technology.”
Purple Sumrs thought for a mont, then asked him, “If there’s no surveillance footage but only witness statents for the ti and content, can the computer calculate the outco?”
“Certainly, using cross-validation!” The technician slapped his thigh and decisively replied.
Purple Sumrs raised her eyebrows, “Cross-validation?”
“Cross-validation is a statistical thod.” Fearing that Purple Sumrs might not understand, the technician made an analogy using the simplest thod.
“For example, if the president sees working overti in the company, and Manager Wallace is with the president, we can conclude that Manager Wallace can prove I was working overti at the company.”
Purple Sumrs pondered for a mont and didn’t say anything.
“Why don’t you work extra hours tonight?” she suddenly said.
The technician was confused but nodded his head in agreent. “Alright, President.”
Purple Sumrs returned to the office and logged into her network drive, which contained the information Aria Jackson had given her.
Not only did it have a list of everyone on the yacht on the day of the cri, but there were also statents from each person and the yacht’s structural blueprint.
With over thirty people and a mix of true and false testimony, even so guests claiming they were drunk and couldn’t rember or didn’t have a clear idea.
Trying to filter out the real murderer from this was very difficult. But with computer technology like this… Even if it couldn’t lock down the killer, at least it could quickly filter out the suspects, right?
Purple Sumrs erased the nas and replaced everyone’s na with English ABCs, then handed it over to the technician for analysis.
The results ca out quickly.
“There it is, F.” The technician pointed to the person’s na. “At 9:17 PM, only he could have gone to the bow..”
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