Chapter 156: Chapter 156: A New Suspect
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When Purple Summers arrived at the company, some employees had already left, leaving only the overtime workers who hadn’t left. They’d ordered boxed meals for takeout, and they were eating happily.
Seeing Purple Summers come in, everyone put down their food and greeted her.
“I’ve got nothing going on, keep eating.” Purple Summers smiled and went straight to the president’s office.
As usual, she reviewed the company’s recent reports, some contract information, and got to know the operations situation.
By the time 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 some food?”
Purple Summers 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 home, and if she ordered food now, it would be such a letdown for Atra Blanc.
“Let’s go home,” Purple Summers stretched her arms and stood up.
As she was about to leave, she saw that the Technical Department still had the lights on, and couldn’t help but wonder, “Are they not going home?”
Zack Wallace complained, “These tech geeks go home just to play on the computer. The internet speed at home is nowhere near as fast as at the company. Of course, they stick around and even save on electricity bills.”
Purple Summers walked in and took a look. The technicians inside seemed to have noticed something, and they quickly switched screens. The game scene instantly turned into a work interface!
Purple Summers couldn’t help but chuckle. She said with a smile, “Don’t hide it. It’s already after work hours, so having some leisure activities is okay.”
It just happened to be the technician who helped her look up the tracking number last time.
“Hello, President.” The technician laughed awkwardly.
Purple Summers 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 income.”
Purple Summers became curious and leaned in to examine the blueprint closely—it should be an apartment building, with floor levels and elevator locations marked, as well as some data she couldn’t understand.
The technician explained to her, “This apartment building has thirty-two floors. We’ve obtained the surveillance footage from the entrance and elevator, and based on the video recording times 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 Summers was surprised.
The technician smiled proudly, “The power of technology.”
Purple Summers thought for a moment, then asked him, “If there’s no surveillance footage but only witness statements for the time and content, can the computer calculate the outcome?”
“Certainly, using cross-validation!” The technician slapped his thigh and decisively replied.
Purple Summers raised her eyebrows, “Cross-validation?”
“Cross-validation is a statistical method.” Fearing that Purple Summers might not understand, the technician made an analogy using the simplest method.
“For example, if the president sees me working overtime in the company, and Manager Wallace is with the president, we can conclude that Manager Wallace can prove I was working overtime at the company.”
Purple Summers pondered for a moment 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 agreement. “Alright, President.”
Purple Summers 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 crime, but there were also statements from each person and the yacht’s structural blueprint.
With over thirty people and a mix of true and false testimony, even some guests claiming they were drunk and couldn’t remember 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 Summers erased the names and replaced everyone’s name with English ABCs, then handed it over to the technician for analysis.
The results came out quickly.
“There it is, F.” The technician pointed to the person’s name. “At 9:17 PM, only he could have gone to the bow..”
