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意外设计师:死神并不掷骰子
Yan Shandong
Gu Yan, a former top physicist, is now an underground "accident reconstructor". The world in his eyes is not an object, but countless force analysis lines and movement trajectories. As long as he is given a photo of the scene, he can deduce whether the driver wanted to apply the brake or accelerator 0.1 Seconds before the accident. A technology tycoon unexpectedly fell off a cliff during a fully autonomous driverless test, and the police determined it was a system failure. The heiress (female) to an inheritance worth hundreds of billions approached Gu Yan and offered five million, just asking for the truth. Gu Yan intervenes in the investigation, only to find that behind this "accident" stands an opponent that scares him - his university tutor, a madman who believes in "chaos theory" and tries to use algorithms to control life and death. "Teacher, you calculated the wind speed and friction accurately, but you missed one thing - the human heart has weight."
Gu Yan, a former top physicist, is now an underground "accident reconstructor". The world in his eyes is not an object, but countless force analysis lines and movement trajectories. As long as he is given a photo of the scene, he can deduce whether the driver wanted to apply the brake or accelerator 0.1 Seconds before the accident. A technology tycoon unexpectedly fell off a cliff during a fully autonomous driverless test, and the police determined it was a system failure. The heiress (female) to an inheritance worth hundreds of billions approached Gu Yan and offered five million, just asking for the truth. Gu Yan intervenes in the investigation, only to find that behind this "accident" stands an opponent that scares him - his university tutor, a madman who believes in "chaos theory" and tries to use algorithms to control life and death. "Teacher, you calculated the wind speed and friction accurately, but you missed one thing - the human heart has weight."

豪宅里的挠墙声
Yan Shandong
Three days after the load-bearing wall was built, Mr. Zhao said there was an abnormal sound. I attached the pickup, and the sound of current was mixed with a clear "dong, dong" sound. That's the fetal heart rate, 160 beats per minute. Zhao Wanshan put the gun on my forehead and smiled like a devil: "Master Chen, five million. I want you to silence the sound, but the heartbeat inside... Can't stop."
Three days after the load-bearing wall was built, Mr. Zhao said there was an abnormal sound. I attached the pickup, and the sound of current was mixed with a clear "dong, dong" sound. That's the fetal heart rate, 160 beats per minute. Zhao Wanshan put the gun on my forehead and smiled like a devil: "Master Chen, five million. I want you to silence the sound, but the heartbeat inside... Can't stop."