"I heard that any document related to the military region is kept here in your stock, besides being saved by the original owner. I've just taken over multi-species research and need a complete manual from the original researcher." After wandering around the military region, No. 0 had asked the local residents and learned some insider information known only to those in the military region.
It is difficult to extract information from soldiers, but it is not hard to gather news from the boring chatter of immigrants living a life akin to that of the Primitive People every day.
"I'm sorry, I'm willing but unable, I've collected so much data, I don't even know which corner it's lost in," the military document clerk uncooperatively refused No. 0's request. Then he sat back in front of the computer and began typing rapidly.
In the entire military region, apart from the few central computers in the research center, the clerk's computer was already a rare entity. In order to prevent immigrants from bringing unnecessary future devices into the Prehistoric Society and disrupting the normal order, ordinary electronic devices were prohibited.
The keyboard was held down, the clerk was about to curse loudly when a crackling sound came to his ears.
No. 0 farmer soldier used the middle finger of her left hand to start typing on the keyboard. The incomplete report appeared on the computer screen, word by word, under her single-finger typing.
On the computer screen, the time displayed excitedly jumped forward ten minutes.
The eyes of the military document clerk almost popped out. Ten minutes had passed, and No. 0 farmer soldier had finished a 5000-word article using this "One-finger Zen" technique. That averaged to five hundred words per minute, which is quite the concept.
To put it simply, in the eyes of the military document clerk, No. 0 who was a second ago like a farm tractor had become a jet plane the next.
Mouse eyes glued to the screen, strained by constant watching until teary, but he found not a single typo. "God, this speed, this quality," the military document clerk muttered as he watched No. 0 farmer soldier's fingers.
No. 0's fingers were somewhat special, thin and long with neatly trimmed nails at the tips. Apart from that, her fingers were just fingers. Their structure, function, and bones were no different from ordinary people.
"Comrade No. 0," the military document clerk emotionally changed the way he addressed her, "Your timing couldn't have been more perfect."
When she left the military document clerk's room, No. 0 already had the complete "Pig Breeding Manual" in her hand. The missing page was now in her possession, but No. 0's mood had not improved at all, even worse than when she first learned of her pig farmer identity. All because of that missing page.
"No. 0, if you can type five hundred words with one finger, what about with both hands?" Little Eight was also surprised by No. 0's performance just now. A farmer soldier is still a farmer soldier, no, a typing farmer soldier. Wait, a god-speed typing farmer soldier. A counterfeit phone appearance with an Apple's inner workings, truly a cost-effective combination.
"During my college days, I thought I'd be a typing secretary for life, so I practiced hard and broke dozens of keyboards. Marathon plus typing, at that time, neither my hands nor my legs felt like my own." No. 0 smiled, spreading her fingers under the streetlight. Marathon and typing were among her few specialties.
On No. 0's ten fingers, apart from the thumbs, the fingerprints at the tips of each finger had been worn smooth. Similar to what can be seen on the hands of a bank teller, constant handling of money and No. 0's constant typing both made their fingerprints indistinguishable.
Facing a computer that stored all textual data of the entire military region, what No. 0 intended to do was, of course, not as simple as just typing.
But, before that, she still had to resolve another issue. The last page of the Pig Breeding Manual, which recorded a so-called high productivity method, was actually... The missing final page of the "Pig Breeding Manual" explicitly stated: "Life is in motion; walking pigs is the unrivaled method to strengthen boars and make sows happier."
Walking one pig for two hours, four pigs took up eight hours of No. 0's time, equivalent to a workday's duration. No. 0's day had not a moment of spare time.
At eleven o'clock the next deep night, most people in the military region were already asleep, except for the Patrol Army.
In the entire room, only the sound of her typing could be heard. No. 0's palms, reddened and swollen from the pig-walking rope, made it unclear whether she was walking the pigs or the pigs were walking her.
Prior to this, the document recorder who had been supervising the typing was now lying on the sofa.
The sound of the keyboard ceased, and there was a sound of breathing after falling asleep near Zero's ear.
On the computer screen, an incomplete map of the military region was displayed, and Zero used the mouse to mark a few red dots on it.
Throughout the day, Zero discovered that walking the pig was a decent pretext, as a regular Private wandering around the military region could arouse suspicion. It was certain that NPC Maggie's mother Sofia was detained in some secret location.
For about a week following, Zero would select four different routes every day and earnestly walked the pig around Kapa Military District.
Across the intertwined major and minor roads, among dwellings and military facilities of various sizes, Zero visited nearly every area. However, contrary to her expectations, there was still no news of NPC Maggie's mother.
A living person had simply vanished into thin air from both Kapa Military District and the rebel army camp. Given the road conditions and safety situation in the tunnel that day, Little Eight helped Zero rule out the possibility of Maggie's mother being harmed.
As days passed, Zero was increasingly worried about NPC Maggie's situation in the rebel camp, yet she felt helpless.
It was not until the seventeenth evening when a large number of documents needing typing arrived, some even sealed with red tape. The documents handled by the military document clerk with red seals had undergone special processing.
While organizing, Zero was particularly attentive and saw some jumbled paragraphs. This slowed down her reading and typing speed, prompting the military document clerk to nod off again. With this farmer soldier as a typist, his workload had lightened significantly.
From the documents tonight, Zero gleaned some useful information. One particular message caught her attention; on the morning Zero met Colonel Barton, Colonel Barton had personally escorted a group of experts on a secret mission to a remote Wilderness area, far from both Kapa Military District and Dinosaur Forest. Rumor had it that there were traces of extraterrestrial life in the Wilderness.
"Is it possible that NPC Maggie's mother joined the exploration team?" Zero wondered. Both Colonel Barton and Colonel Washington valued talent greatly.
When she returned to her quarters, it was already midnight, and Zero remembered that it had been over five hours since the last feeding time.
As soon as she approached the pigs, the usually docile sow loudly shrieked and used its snout to push away the feeding tray.
Zero felt something was amiss. Having been a full-time pig farmer for a week, Zero had built a certain friendly bond with the viewing pigs, and she could almost read their moods. They were always cooperative during feeding times, never like today.
Zero steadied the feeding tray and added some stirred flour paste. Too tired to wait for the pigs to start eating, she went to sleep herself.
On the morning of the eighteenth day at six, Zero punctually led the pigs out, opting to take four in an effort to save energy.
Halfway through their route, she saw General Patton leading two vehicles filled with Patrol Army troops and one empty vehicle heading out of the military region. An empty vehicle meant that the exploration experts were likely returning.
After a week's wait, finally a clue surfaced. Zero stood under the blazing sun, and even the lingering exhaust fumes in the air couldn't dampen her spirits.
Just then, the climbing pig herd emitted a piercing grunt. Within the group, the previously gentle sow twitched, foamed at the mouth, convulsed all over, and fainted with its legs in the air.
When a person faints, CPR and first-aid can be administered; but what should one do when a pig faints?