Human civilization, no matter which time period or space, is there any historical record, but once the social structure is initially established, it will inevitably fall into layers of bureaucratic aura. The federation with more than a dozen living planets and a larger number of resource stars is no exception. Even because of the large population and the expansion of territory into space, this bureaucratic aura appears stronger.

A official email package from the Second Police Branch of the Capital of Hexi Prefecture, Donglin District, embarked on its long journey under the scent of this bureaucratic atmosphere. By the way, before it set off, it had stamped three departments in Hexi Prefecture, and then made two round trips between the aviation department and the logistics department before boarding the spaceship to the capital's star Circle.

Three months later, the official email package arrived at the capital's star circle administrative planet, which is what the federal people call Shanglin. It lay quietly in a clean tidy box, sat silently in the corner of the car, left the airport, and walked all the way through a fast elevated road between the green forest and the beautiful buildings. It took four hours to arrive at a government agency outside the capital.

The information sending and receiving department of the Federal Seventeenth Institute signed the receipt, then classified the package and placed it on the automatic file transfer belt. With the slight sound of the machine, the package numbly passed through the passage in the mezzanine of the wall and entered a well-lit office.

A deputy director of the department saw the package beside the table. He pushed his glasses curiously, looked at the unfamiliar address on it, frowned and thought for a long time before he remembered that this somewhat familiar handwriting was written by a comrade from afar.

"Old Bao has been in that place where birds do not shit for more than ten years, but I'm afraid that people will be confused." The deputy director thought in his heart. He received an email from Deputy Director Bao three months ago, but now he has forgotten the seriousness of the other party's entrustment.

"Why do the evidence from the police station still be identified by the institute? How much does it cost to send it from Donglin? This kid is not afraid of the committee's review and saying that we are wasting taxpayers' wealth..." The deputy director shook his head with a headache and pressed the summoning device on his desk.

A researcher wearing silver mirror walked in with gray hair and seemed to have been in the Seventeenth Institute for a long enough time. The middle-aged researcher looked at the deputy director flatteredly and asked, "Director, what's the matter?"

"Well... there is a document sent by the Donglin Police General Administration here. The appraisal application is also in the package. You can take it to the laboratory to check it out." The deputy director said casually.

The middle-aged researcher glanced at the official document email package and found that the signature was not the Donglin Police General Administration but the Second Police Branch of Hexi Prefecture. He immediately understood that according to the level of the state police branch, it was difficult to be qualified to apply for the appraisal of the 17th Institute. It seemed that it was a private request accepted by the deputy director, but since the other party was in the official channel, it was naturally not convenient to ask more questions.

"What aspects should be identified?" The middle-aged researcher took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at the email package seriously, and asked for instructions: "Is there a time limit?"

"No." The deputy director waved his hand, remembering the content in the email, and said: "It is mainly to compare the production process and see if it has anything to do with the Secret Service or the military... The country people in Donglin are very worried that this thing was leaked from the military."

The middle-aged researcher smiled, said nothing, and turned around and left the house.

The next day, he returned to the office and reported yesterday's appraisal results to the director: "There is no code in the core materials, and it should not have been leaked from the military, but the production process does have some relationship with the military. It is probably a copy made in Bermuda."

"Yeah." The director asked, "Nothing strange, right?"

"No."

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In this way, Deputy Director Bao's appraisal request process was completed. After receiving the official reply from the 17th Institute, the deputy director still could not confirm whether the figure in that night was a federal agent.

The metal electric shock stick that was identified was repacked together with the package outer box and the appraisal application report and placed in the extremely huge underground storage room of the Seventeenth Institute. Its historical mission seemed to have come to an end at this moment. According to the federal regulations on evidence, if there is no major accident, it will be destined to be able to stay quietly in this huge gloomy, dark and quiet storage warehouse in this life, and will never be able to go out again until it is gradually forgotten.

One day, two days, one month, two months. It stared alone at its partners who had similar fates to it, and I don’t know how many years it would stay here. Fortunately, the federal department has good conditions and is doing a good job in dust removal. I don’t worry about being covered with the dust of history and annoying spider webs.

The long river of time quietly took two steps forward, and came to the spring of the sixty-five years of the Constitutional Calendar. Two years have passed since the electric shock stick came to the Capital Star Circle 17 Research Institute, and a thin hand suddenly picked it up again.

Chen Yijiang, a student who had just graduated from National Shanglin University, worked hard to pass the federal recruitment, entered the 17th Institute, and was sent to the storage warehouse for management. This new and passionate person was obviously not eroded by the old bureaucratic spirit, and still maintained his curiosity about things.

He had been in this storage warehouse for forty days, and was re-entering the evidence, and then he saw the transparent vacuum bag and the metal shaft inside the bag.

"It's interesting to have an electric shock stick hidden in the crystal screen." Chen Yijiang laughed and started to register. However, after registering, he did not put the evidence back into its original position as soon as possible, because he especially liked to make some small things by himself in school. At this time, he thought this evidence was very interesting, so he became interested in research.

As the research deepens, it is normal for federal agencies to re-identify evidence, but no one is willing to do such additional work without overtime pay.

Three days later, Chen Yijiang, who was full of fun in his eyes, completed a paper and published it on the research institute's website. The title of the paper is "Structural Characteristics of Evidence Number: AW3278". Naturally, such a boring paper sank in an instant without attracting any attention.

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A particularly quiet area in the federal administrative capital, there is a department with the highest federal security level. On the terrace of this department, you can see the building of the Capital Central Management Committee and the president's administrative palace from afar. However, no one in the staff wearing black suits and rushing in will ever look envious.

Because they are staff members of the Charter Bureau and bear the most glorious mission of the federal society.

In the core area of ​​this building, in the empty room, a two-dimensional information in the air shows that the light curtain is flashing constantly. The most cutting-edge computing search ability of human civilization allows the picture on the light curtain to flash at a terrifying speed. No one can see the contents above clearly with the naked eye, except for the central control computer that performs the computing search itself.

Countless data streams in the federal society are selected to analyze here. Whether it is the struggle between political parties or the offensive situation of the anti-government forces, various information peaks are coming. Of course, the most critical information now lies in the Xilin District, and no one knows whether the imperialists will launch war again.

Suddenly, the picture on the light curtain became slower and stopped on a picture. On the picture was a screenshot, a small paper written by a researcher. Then the evidence number AW3278 appeared on the light curtain.
Chapter completed!