When he first saw the attachment, his train of thought had been wrong. It felt like a codebook. Since he had happened to study Dewitt's codebook before, mental inertia had made him unconsciously think in terms of codes, analyzing the hidden patterns in those numbers using all kinds of familiar methods.
But there was no reason for the system to give him a codebook. They weren't enemies, so what was the point of making things more difficult?
Therefore, although the attachment the system had given him was no longer as idiot-proof as before, it was undoubtedly still a very direct and straightforward hint.
Song He tried viewing the numbers from a broader perspective and, sure enough, discovered something.
They looked like experimental data!
The attachment hadn't divided the data into sections or added punctuation breaks, but it was easy to notice that some sections looked particularly like sheets of experimental data. After discovering this, Song He quickly scanned ahead and soon recognized data patterns from several types of experiments.
He gently moved his wife's arm from around him, desperately restraining his excitement. Tiptoeing out of bed, Song He quietly returned to the computer desk.
He began digging through old records.
Since entering the scientific research field, he had conducted and seen far too many messy experiments. All important experimental data had backups, while some data that was already useless had remained unsorted out of laziness, piling up in a corner like old bookcases in an ancient tomb.
As he searched through the old data, he also searched through the blueprint attachment in his mind.
After a long while, Song He began typing on the keyboard and organizing everything.
The organization process was exceptionally long. He first had to determine what experiment each section of data in the blueprint attachment had