CHAPTER 536: CHAPTER 283: WHY DISCRIMINATE AGAINST THE FLESH AND BLOOD TRAIN! _6

"Damn! That’s fucking reasonable, this logic is flawless and also fits the clues. Biaozi, how did you suddenly come to an epiphany?"

"An epiphany doesn’t count as insight."

"But the director’s wife doesn’t live in the staff dormitory. Where could she hide the diary? She can’t hide it at her own home, right? We can’t go to her place, there’s only this one factory in the area."

"It’s definitely in the factory, but it should be in some hidden corner, definitely hidden in a place that no one can find and where the director absolutely won’t look. Let me think... could it be in the ’Processing Department’!"

"Processing Department?"

"When I met Li Shiji, he was in the file room. I roughly looked through it and noticed a piece of information saying before the director was in charge, he was an employee in the Processing Department, constantly bullied, so after he assumed the position, he made things difficult for the old employees of the Processing Department and refused to step foot in it."

"Biaozi."

"Hmm?"

"You’ve really transformed, I have newfound respect for you."

"It’s alright, I don’t know why, before, I had guesses but didn’t dare to speak out. Now I feel increasingly confident and dare to voice my conjectures. I used to worry about being laughed at."

"It’s ’laughed at by everyone’, not ’laughed at’."

"Oh, I prefer laughing at everyone."

...

At the abandoned factory, within the Processing Department, a shed is piled with numerous automated assembly line machine tools. Most people are gathered here, turning the place upside down.

This place has been searched many times.

But under the carpet search, a diary with a password is indeed found inside one of the machine tools.

A pale yellow question mark is marked on it.

"Found it!"

Biaozi took a deep breath, "But obviously, this diary can’t be opened directly, a password is needed. Do you have any clues?"

"Try 72290427," Li Shiji said.

"That’s Xiaosan’s birthday and has already been used to unlock the secret room password lock. The diary couldn’t have the same password." Biaozi tries inputting the sequence, but the password error prompts still allow four more attempts.

"Only four more chances."

He hesitated and continued, "Firstly, this diary was definitely stolen by Old Zhang. After Old Zhang read it, he handed it over to the director’s wife."

"And this diary shows no signs of being forcefully broken!"

"Which means—"

"This password must be one that Old Zhang can guess!"

"So as long as we review Old Zhang’s character transcript, I feel we can start from here."

He glanced at the countdown, only 50 minutes left. The booming of shells and the roar of zombies outside the factory made him slightly anxious, "Time is running out, only fifty minutes left."

"Once we crack this diary’s password, we’ll be left with just the final task!"

"A password Old Zhang can guess..."

The team leader softly repeated before saying, "Could it be the director’s birthday or something?"

"I think maybe the day the director took office."

Old Pig quietly suggested, "Before this director rose through the ranks by relying on his wife, he was just a lower-level employee in the factory, so I think the day he made it big might mean more to him!"

"Could be, try them all."

After entering these two sets of passwords, the diary notebook flashes red twice, indicating both passwords are incorrect...

"Only two chances left."

Biaozi shook his head bleakly, "Everyone, if this task fails, we’ll be too ashamed to face Master Mang. We just had dinner in Neon City the day before yesterday, failing today would be hard on everyone."

"Can’t be..."

Zhang Yi, standing in the corner, hesitated but shrank back a little after seeing everyone’s gaze on him, muttering, "I just said it casually, keep thinking, it’s definitely not the password I’m thinking of..."

Originally Zhang Yi and Zhang Er weren’t tasked with exploration.

But a few hours ago.

Inside the factory, many heavy objects needed moving, so Zhang Yi and Zhang Er were brought in.

"Finish speaking."

Old Pig looked seriously at Zhang Yi and said, "This is a critical moment, any idea, whether right or wrong, can enlighten us."

"Um..."

After hesitating a bit, Zhang Yi continued, "Um, I saw the WiFi password on the factory wall is 8 eights, I wonder if 8 eights might be the password for the diary..."

"Plus, this director didn’t rise on his own merit, he relied on his wife; generally, those who rise by luck often believe more in luck. The number 8 is considered lucky, his office is filled with fortune cats and fortune trees. I think the diary’s password might really be eight eights..."

"Of course, the odds are low, I know it’s unlikely, I’m just rambling..."

"Don’t take it seriously."

...

"..."

Biaozi remained silent, tilting his head to look at the blurred notice on the wall.

"WiFi password: 88888888".

Not very conspicuous.

But...

Would the director boldly make his diary password a public WiFi password?

Two chances left. If this fails, they will have only one last chance, a chance to determine their fate.

He hesitated to make the decision.

"Try it," Old Pig softly suggested, "I think Zhang Yi’s suggestion has potential."

"Alright."

Since everyone agreed, Biaozi didn’t say anything further, just nervously held the diary in his arms, carefully inputting 8 eights.

Next moment—

"Click."

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the diary opened.