ng Lang set down his phone.
A look of realization flashed across his face.
Was it because Gao Yuan had specifically asked him today that he had gone out of his way to find soone like "Zheng Dalu"?
In a rush, he had unexpectedly created a ti lag that put the "effect" before the "cause"...
With the addition of this "Biological Early Warning Chip" technology, Changqing Biological was about to start three scientific research projects at the sa ti, and without a strong scientific research leader, it would probably be less efficient.
Since Zheng Dalu could receive the "National Highest Science and Technology Award" in the future, his skills, experience, and potential were definitely the best choices after his own assessnt.
Although he was a bit old at 42 years of age.
However, letting him exert his remaining energy and work until retirent at 60 would roughly bridge the "talent gap" before Xiao Yu’s growth.
It was precisely his way of playing with the results before the causes...
Hopefully Gao Yuan could adapt a bit more...
ng Lang put on the noise-cancelling headphones he had just received from online shopping this afternoon, worth 3888, and the lodious singing flowed into his ears.
[Feeling the fingers stopped at the tip of my hair, how they freeze ti in a mont.
Rember the steadfast gaze in my eyes, perhaps there is no tomorrow.
Facing the vast starry sea, we are as tiny as dust, floating in a sea of helplessness...]
Zhao Ge’s hit song "Light Years Away" had been played back and forth several tis that evening after he brought the complete album ho.
The so-called knowing your enemy and yourself ensures victory in every battle!
Now there was an excellent opportunity in front of him to understand the enemy.
However, he couldn’t decipher any secret codes by listening, although his fan value did increase a bit.
It had to be admitted, regardless of friend or foe, Zhao Ge really sang beautifully...
It was ridiculous! I almost beca a fan even with enmity, not to ntion the ordinary people.
Could this be considered cultural invasion?
"Hypnosis! There must be so kind of hypnosis technique hidden in there!"
ng Lang kept reminding himself that he must always stay alert.
After listening once more without any progress, ng Lang set down the headphones and looked at his laptop.
Displayed on it were a bunch of audio analysis waveforms, and Zero was performing a carpet search on all collected audio files fra by fra.
Everything that ca out of Zhao Ge’s mouth, whether it was sung on stage or spoken during a show interview.
Following the principle of rather killing wrongly than letting go, all were subjected to the strictest archiving and analysis.
"Zero, what is the current progress of the analysis?"
[All audio files have been archived, and computational resources are being summoned to perform related waveform analyses, timing to be determined.]
"To be determined? What does that an?"
[Though the vocal range is commonly divided into low, mid, and high pitches, such as the piano’s range of A0~C8, this is determined by the limits of human hearing resolution.
The reason the smallest interval between two pitches is a minor second is that this is the highest pitch resolution discernible by human ears.
But the pitch of a sound is actually determined by the frequency of the sound wave, which is a continuous, indivisible frequency range.
It is like a line, and if you must ask how many points are on it, there can be infinitely many.
Therefore, theoretically, the samples I need to analyze could be a few large frequency ranges or an infinite number of small frequency segnts.]
This I could understand.
The smallest interval distinguishable by the human ear is a minor second, but what about the Listener?
While it’s unclear how powerful it is, it’s definitely much more powerful than humans, which ans it can distinguish many more notes.
It’s like hearing "blah blah," where you can only perceive it as "blah blah," but the other party can discern the specific nuance...
"So how are you conducting the analysis?"
[Currently, I can only use universal, common encoding thods to attempt to find so specific patterns within the audio, similar to brute-forcing a combination password of N digits.
The problem is, without more specific analysis conditions, I can’t even determine the number of digits in the opponent’s password.
It could be a simple six-digit password or a complex three-digit password.
With the computational power I can currently summon, to crack a six-digit password requires 3.47 seconds, a seven-digit one takes 5.24 minutes, a nine-digit one 40.53 days, and a ten-digit one 10.55 years.]
If it’s a 16-digit password, with my current computation speed, it would probably take about 5 million years.
Even using the world-class supercomputers that can perform 10 to the power of 15 floating-point multiplications per second, it would still take 10 to the power of 10 seconds, approximately one hundred thousand days, or about 300 years.]
ng Lang: "..."
So you’re saying, once the opponent’s password gets slightly more complex, say over 15 digits, I might have to wait for five million years before you could produce a result?
Brother, the Night Demon Clan is lurking around, I’m even still dealing with senile dentia here.
Where am I supposed to find another 500 "million" years?
By that ti, Laozi’s corpse would probably have beco a fossil...
"Is there any faster way to crack it?" ng Lang typed the question on the screen.
[Yes!]
ng Lang’s eyes lit up.
[Generally speaking, signal encodings all have a set of codebooks. Once we know this codebook, our decryption work becos much easier.]
Codebook? They’d have to be pretty cooperative to let get my hands on that thing!
Couldn’t help but facepalm.
As expected, I thought it was too simple.
Indeed, if it were so easy to crack the opponent’s communication signals, after so many episodes, the brothers would have gathered a whole basket of codes, even if they didn’t find any secret ones.
But no brother has ever claid to have cracked the opponent’s open signals, which obviously indicates there are technical difficulties involved.
"It’s a bit strange. I can understand that the Listener’s hearing is out of this world, since they could likely be non-human in form.
But it doesn’t make sense for a Singer’s brain to command their mouth to send signals using such complex codes, does it? How powerful would that brain have to be?"
ng Lang suddenly ca upon this question.
At least on the surface, Zhao Ge was no different from a human being.
If it were ng Lang, even if his vocal cords supported over a thousand types of "blah-blah", rembering such a complex thod of voicing would be almost impossible, right?
Didn’t the data ntion that Zhao Ge’s academic performance was outstanding?
Could it be... his brain had been transford into the legendary biological computer?
Um! Highlight this!
If assassins are the muscle of the Night Demon Clan, then this Singer is clearly a technical type of soldier.
While more challenging to deal with, in terms of value, they are indeed much more significant than assassins.
If all else fails... I’ll start by looking for clues on his corpse!
In theory, I should be able to repeatedly flog a dead horse...
Seeing no imdiate hope of decrypting the signals, ng Lang temporarily gave up on that idea, but his attention was drawn to the album on the table.
This song... is pretty interesting.
[Fate lets us et beyond the troubled tis, but destiny has us fall in love amidst peril.]
[The universe is vast and indifferent, our love is tiny yet twinkles.]
Looking at the lyrics...
After several careful examinations, ng Lang confird that, as Zhao Ge’s hit song, this was the only love song!
"Beyond the Light Years".
Lyrics: Zhao Ge. Composition: Zhao Ge. Performance: Zhao Ge.
Quite the guy! A full-stack talent, totally self-sufficient!
But co on... you’re here to destroy humanity, right?
Writing a love song so moving that even I, an Earth person, almost teared up, is that appropriate?
But if the lyrics were indeed written by Zhao Ge himself...
Then the female protagonist in the lyrics becos quite intriguing.
Tying it to the relieved expression at the end of the last episode...
ng Lang’s mind flashed through a series of TV dramas, and inexplicably, Professor Du’s handso face erged...
The true ’My Love from the Stars’?
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