The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 103: Sailor’s message (below)
Confused, the Japanese suppressed the killing intent and led the sailor into his room on the second floor of the hotel.
Two men sitting at the table, the sailor poured himself a large glass of wine, took a sip, and let out a long breath: "I have to say, I can hardly tell what is a game and what is reality. The aroma, taste, taste, heat that enters the stomach, and the feeling of heat all over the wine can’t be real anymore. Good guy..."
"Tell me, who asked you to wait for me in the tavern? How did you know where I was going?... No, I should ask, do you know who I am?" Hasegawa lowered his voice and asked urgently .
The sailor rubbed the red nose: "I don't know who you are, man. You seem to be a rich young man, stronger than me. When I came in, I was a very poor second mate. The fishing boat is here. The second mate who sank in the Jizer River and did not work.... Anyway, I have to say something to you, please listen carefully."
"Let's talk." The Japanese's calm expression concealed murderous intent. He is not a person who is habitually manipulated by others.
"9032, 15172, 1025, 3364, 2714, 10045, 1689, 5623, 7614..." The sailor took a sip of wine, and his voice stiffly recites a series of numbers. Obviously, after countless repetitions of this series of numbers, he has become proficient. The degree to which you can recite completely without stopping to think.
Hasegawa Kousaka listened suspiciously, and gradually his expression changed from confusion to extreme shock. He jumped up suddenly, grabbed a piece of paper and a quill pen from the bedside table, soaked in ink, and quickly recorded these numbers on the paper.
"9919, 5125, 8571, 7537, 13785, 5138, 4343, 1524, 1771, 8614..." The sailor's speech was getting faster and faster, and the Japanese had no time to ask questions, lest they write a wrong number.
"...20511, 5191. That's it."
"...5191." Hasegawa finished writing the last set of numbers, and because of his excitement, a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen, blurring a large ink dot.
"I didn't hear the first few sets of numbers clearly, can you repeat them?" He suppressed the impulse and asked as kindly as possible.
The sailor raised his head and drank a glass of wine, then poured himself another glass: "Excuse me, man, I can only say it once, I can't help it."
The Japanese stared at him with fire-breathing eyes: "Why?"
"This is the rules, the rules are not set by me, man. In the game, I'm just a poor sailor who spreads letters, don't make me embarrassing." The sailor spread his hands.
Hasegawa hesitated, "Listen, I'm going out now. Stay here and don't leave. You can drink as much alcohol as you want. If you are hungry, go to the hotel restaurant to eat. Don't leave this building, listen. Is it clear?"
"I don't have a good place to go anyway. Real life is terrible. As long as there is alcohol to drink, I will not go anywhere." The sailor held the bottle and put his feet on the table, comfortable. Fell into the armchair.
The madman Hasegawa nodded and stared at the paper filled with numbers until all the numbers were printed in his mind, and he immediately logged out of the game.
The first thing to return to reality, he walked into the elite training room of the "100 Million Broken Jade" base, drove away the others, and locked the door. The layout and furnishings of this room are very similar to those of the train base, but the difference is that there is a confidential room dedicated to the leaders of the organization, equipped with the strictest identity verification measures and security defense system.
After complicated verification, Hasegawa Kousaka opened the airtight door and walked into this top-secret space. Relying on his short-term memory, he silently wrote the long string of numbers on paper and verified it three times to confirm that there was no error. There is a bookshelf in the inconspicuous part of the room, which is full of original books in various languages. The Japanese picked up one of them, compared the number string, and wrote a deciphered paragraph on the paper.
This is an extremely simple communication password.
Every ipu organization is faced with the problem that communications may be monitored. "One Hundred Million Jade Broken" adopts the most primitive way to counter the pervasive gtc intelligence personnel.
In front of quantum computers, in addition to quantum passwords, passwords formed using any known software may be cracked by brute force, and the ipu organization that does not apply quantum terminals cannot use quantum encryption, which has caused great suffering to intelligence work.
In addition to relatively safe letters and oral methods, "100 Million Jade Pieces" uses a one-to-one codebook to send secret messages. To put it bluntly, between the leader Hasegawa and the elite members responsible for the action, there is a codebook known by two and only two people. Each character group represents the xth character of the x page x line of the codebook, and one character. A string is a complete message.
As long as the codebook is unknown to gtc and cannot be intercepted, this original method is safe. Even if the codebook is intercepted, it is only a rupture of the one-to-one communication link between this elite member and the leader.
Out of love, Hasegawa Kousaka did not make his own codebook, but used some extremely remote works. The number of complete books stored in the database of the "Genesis" quantum computer accounted for the total number of all known books in human history. 50% of the volume, and mainly classical works and contemporary mainstream publications. Using modern uncommon works as a codebook brings some unknown risks to 100 million pieces of jade, but years of struggle experience tells Hasegawa that he wants to crack a string of unknown strings in the codebook, even with the ability of gtc, the probability of success It's also pitifully small.
The number that the sailor read out was the communication password he used to use, and he was very familiar with some of the numbers, and he could decipher it without looking for a codebook. In the operation that just ended, he used this password. Ben contacted the elite members who stayed behind at the base.
Hasegawa’s hand is a Spanish novel called "The Silver Angel of Alhambra", written by a writer named Sabas Maximiano during the Spanish Revolution in 1868. It was written by a writer on the eve of the Spanish Civil War. A small publishing house in Madrid published only 1,000 copies. The publishing house was subsequently destroyed by the war of nationalists. Only the two books owned by Hasegawa have survived to this day.
After only a few lines of translation, the Japanese sweated heavily on his forehead. After reading the complete text, his whole body couldn't help shaking, and he couldn't even hold the pen in his hand firmly, so that the tip of the pen drew a mess on the paper. trace.
The wording of the Spanish text message is as follows:
... (first line missing) Sincere regards. Your Excellency will be invited to participate in a far-reaching work. For the previous participants, this job is a great honor and a great challenge. We are very happy to be able to join the team with such an outstanding talent.
Next, verify the information: Your location is 23.27202 north latitude, 10.72001 west longitude, and an altitude of 225.02332 meters. In the well-equipped underground building with you, there are still 2027 male and 449 female members.
Your real name is Ryoichi Oizawa. He was born at 17:22 on May 5th, 2008 at Oizawa House, 14 Miyazubentengu Road, Okushiri-cho, Okushiri-gun, Hokkaido, Japan at 17:22.
7 days ago, your Excellency attacked a gtc office in Australia and executed 10 gtc staff, including Dr. Sassel Dixon, a senior engineer of the gtc communications office, even though you have arranged for the delivery of videotapes to Al Jazeera. But it has not yet declared responsibility for the terrorist attack.
——If the above conditions are checked correctly, it proves that you are the one we urgently need. I hope you have the heart to make arrangements for the work at hand, and wait for our further notice. My sincere greetings to your Excellency again, thank you, good day.
"This...this is impossible!" Hasegawa squeezed the pen into two parts with a click, and the stubble pierced the palm of his hand without feeling.
"100 million pieces of jade" is located in the central part of the Algerian Republic of North Africa. The deep underground base of the endless Sahara Desert is a miracle of engineering architecture. All the construction materials that are scattered and purchased from global civilian enterprises and secretly transported are separated from gtc. Surveillance.
The location of the base is the highest degree of secret. Hasegawa Kousaka led the elite members of the organization to establish this base by himself. For a long time after that, gtc tried hard to find the trace of the base, but it was rolling. The yellow sand covers the eyes, ears, nose and tongue of all sensors. So far, the specific location coordinates of the North African base are still worth 50 million US dollars in the reward area of the gtc homepage.
But a person in the "world" who shouldn’t have met, tells a string of numbers that shouldn’t have been told by him, and deciphers a copy of what shouldn’t be known to a third person. The secret letter that should exist in the world, every word in the letter is a complete blow to Hasegawa Kousaka and the "100 million broken jade" that he has worked so hard for many years.
If this letter is passed to gtc, all the meaning of his existence in the world will be instantly turned into powder. How can this not let the lunatic Hasegawa be stunned on the spot like thunder?
Hearing this, Gu Tie's body is also completely stiff. Hasegawa and his "100 Million Jade Fragments" are the toughest, craziest and most cunning in the ipu organization. Who would have thought that such a bizarre scene would happen to them.
At this time, a long whistle sounded from the front of the train, the car body shook, and the speed began to drop.
The train is coming in.
Without time to think about it, Gu Tie immediately flicked, pulled out the Walter p99 pistol equipped with a silencer, and fired a few shots at the place where the micro fan noise was emitted from the ceiling. The personal computer hidden in the canopy was destroyed, and the three-dimensional projection disappeared instantly. Gu Tie ran to the door to confirm the safety outside, walked out of the carriage, re-locked the sliding door, and then he dressed his knees and elbows and closed his eyes. , Jumped off the train.
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