HCB Chapter 69: A High-IQ Criminal Genius Woman Escapes from Prison, Gets Trapped and Dies in the Farm
Chapter 69: A High-IQ Criminal Genius Woman Escapes from Prison, Gets Trapped and Dies in the Farm
Lin Xian sat in his gaming chair and casually glanced at the red international arrest warrant on the screen.
Ye Xiu squatted on the floor of the computer room, pointing at the photo on the wanted poster, his voice trembling as he spoke.
Boss, this woman is a complete madwoman, a criminal genius with an IQ of 180!
Using a modified electronic watch, she managed to hack into the security system of Interpol's highest-security prison.
Police tracking signals now indicate that the SUV she stole is heading straight for the ecological farm behind our estate.
Lin Xian yawned and casually scrolled away from the wanted poster, completely ignoring it.
Can an IQ of 180 put food on the table? In my territory, even Einstein would have to obediently go to the backyard to feed the pigs.
At this moment, on the outskirts of Qingshui County, a black SUV covered in mud silently stopped in the dense forest.
A short-haired woman in a tight-fitting black combat suit pushed open the car door and nimbly jumped out.
Her name is Night Owl, and she is a top-tier, highly intelligent criminal wanted by both the international underworld and legitimate society.
Night Owl sneered and pulled out a homemade signal detector, his sharp eyes fixed on the ecological farm not far away.
In her meticulous calculations, those bustling international metropolises were already covered by an intricate web of networks.
Only these remote rural areas of China are the best blind spots to evade global pursuit.
She looked at the seemingly ordinary barbed wire fence surrounding the farm, a hint of undisguised contempt playing on her lips.
Those brainless competitors are incredibly stupid; they were actually terrified by this most primitive form of physical defense.
With its amazing computing power, Night Owl had long since figured out the patrol patterns of the drones patrolling the farm.
There is a blind spot at the barbed wire fence in the northwest corner, which lasts for 25 seconds.
Like a nimble black panther, she timed it perfectly, leaping up from a protruding rock.
The owl somersaulted in mid-air, easily crossing the three-meter-high barbed wire fence, and landed steadily.
She dusted off her hands, her face full of mockery of the security level of this tech special zone.
But as soon as she took her first step forward, a visible, transparent ripple suddenly spread through the air around her.
The mutated fruit trees on the farm twisted and deformed in an instant, their canopies hanging upside down in the sky.
The black soil beneath her feet transformed into a vertical wall, and the physical constants of the entire world collapsed completely at that moment.
The owl stepped into a spatial folding maze that Lin Xian had automatically generated to prevent thieves.
She frowned, but didn't panic. Instead, she took a white piece of chalk from her tactical pocket.
Physical projection or holographic illusion? Do you think this kind of trick can trap a genius with an IQ of 180?
She crouched on the twisted ground and began frantically writing complex spatial topology formulas.
The attempt was to use a mathematical model to calculate the coordinates of the exit from this maze.
An hour passed, and she had filled an entire wall with formulas, only to find herself back where she started.
Three hours passed, and she followed the pattern of the Fibonacci sequence, only to bump into an upside-down apple tree.
In the living room of the floating manor, the girls were gathered around a holographic screen, watching the woman who had scribbled all over the floor like she was watching a monkey show.
Tang Wu held a bag of potato chips in her hand, looked at the mathematical formulas on the screen, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This woman actually wants to use three-dimensional calculus to deconstruct the folding of higher-dimensional space. Is she out of her mind?
Zhong Xiaoai pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, expressing deep contempt for this kind of presumptuous behavior.
To discuss intelligence in the face of Mr. [Name]'s advanced technology is like a primitive man showing off his military might in front of an aircraft carrier with a wooden stick.
Time passed second by second, and the sun set and rose again.
The owl circled in this bizarre, multi-dimensional space for a full twenty-four hours.
Her once-proud brain was now a jumbled mess, countless dead ends causing her calculation logic to completely collapse.
The torment of not being able to eat or drink, coupled with the intense mental exertion, pushed her physical strength to its limit.
Her once smart black combat uniform was now torn to shreds by the mutated thorns, and her short, ear-length hair was a mess, resembling a bird's nest.
Night Owl's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees in the cold, folded space with a thud.
The intense hunger felt like a fire burning in her stomach, extinguishing her last shred of reason.
She saw a thick, mutated peach tree nearby and scrambled towards it.
This once high-ranking criminal genius actually opened his mouth and bit off a piece of dry, shriveled bark.
The rough bark scratched her mouth, and the bitter taste made her gag uncontrollably.
With his psychological defenses completely broken, Night Owl pounded the ground with his fists and wailed uncontrollably.
I was wrong. This is not a place that science can explain. Let me out!
I'll stop using formulas, please give me a bite to eat, even a stale bun will do!
Her heart-wrenching cries were transmitted through the surveillance microphone to the guard post outside the gate.
As Ma Hualong listened to the screams while holding his thermos, his fat face trembled with pleasure.
He turned to look at Zhou Bapi, who was also trying not to laugh, and shook his head, pointing at the owl on the screen.
What's the use of an IQ of 180? When you're on Master Lin's turf, you still have to obediently kneel down and gnaw on tree bark.
Zhou Bapi held the high-voltage electric baton in his hand, feeling that he could watch this kind of dimensional reduction attack a hundred times a day without getting tired of it.
Lin Xian sat in the rocking chair, and seeing that the time was almost right, he lightly tapped the holographic panel with his finger.
The spatial folding maze in the northwest corner of the farm instantly dissipated, and the distorted scenery around it suddenly bounced back to its original state.
The owl fell face down onto the real mud, panting heavily, its eyes vacant like a fool's.
Two patrolling nuclear-powered mechs strode over, their mechanical arms lifting her up like a chick.
A crisp click.
A heavy electronic shackle flashing red light was mercilessly locked onto Night Owl's slender ankle.
Lin Xian's languid voice boomed in the ears of this criminal genius through the mecha's external loudspeaker.
Since you enjoy math problems so much, then the fertilizer formulation for those tens of thousands of fruit trees on the farm will be your responsibility from now on.
Every day, you must calculate the trace elements nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium to eight decimal places. If you miscalculate even one tree, you have to stay in the maze for another day.
When the owl heard the word "maze," it trembled violently, tears and snot smearing its muddy face.
Her pride was completely crushed, and she didn't dare to say a word in rebuttal, nodding frantically in agreement.
As long as she's not allowed to return to that terrifying higher-dimensional space, she'd be willing to be fertilizer or even swim in a cesspool.
Xia Anran took a bowl of leftover rice from the kitchen and handed it to the housekeeping robot that was waiting nearby.
Go feed her something; it would take time to clean up the mess if she starved to death on the farm.
The Night Owl, who had once outwitted police officers from multiple countries, devoured the leftovers as if they were a delicacy.
She never imagined that her carefully planned escape would end up as a laborer in the countryside, calculating manure recipes.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran leaned on the second-floor balcony, looking down at the disheveled figure below, and tacitly clinked glasses.
It seems that whether the fruit grows well in the future will depend entirely on the fertilizer formula of this high-IQ criminal genius.
Su Qinghan added a name to the farm's employee list on her tablet, thinking that the more of this kind of free, highly skilled labor, the better.
Village chief Wang Fugui strolled over with his hands behind his back, already quite used to this kind of high-end criminal doing farm work.
This farm of Xianwazi is truly a blessed place; even assassins and criminals have to behave themselves as farmers.
Lin Xian watched the female criminal shoveling rice into the monitor and then casually turned off the holographic screen.
He touched his somewhat shrunken belly, which promptly rumbled in protest.
A cool breeze carrying fallen leaves blew into the living room through the half-open window, lifting a corner of the thin blanket.
Lin Xian pulled the thin blanket up to his chest, shivered, and complained that the autumn weather was a bit chilly.
The days of eating chilled watermelon in summer are over. In this cool, windy weather, I really want something hot to warm my stomach.