When he saw the underlined words, Tang Wen was slightly stunned, a little unable to believe what he saw. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info went back and read the whole article a few times, and identified a few places that were still unclear.

Then he thought for a moment, pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, and began to burn a second time. His eyes were fixed on the underline, and when the handwriting flashed in the firelight, he quickly traced the next sentence with his pen.

Yes, to be precise, tracing.

Japanese is a thing, Tang Wen thinks it's very strange every time I look at it. Maybe they themselves feel very embarrassed, so they introduce thousands of Chinese characters mixed in to decorate the façade. This is also the reason why Japanese people can learn Japanese so quickly.

In addition to these Chinese characters mixed in, there is actually no very uniform standard for Japanese characters created by Japan. For example, most of the letters in English are slender letters, and the Chinese characters are all square characters. But in Japanese, it looks like a bunch of parts that I don't know where to go, and if you put them there, you can say that they are words......

The reason why I thought of this was because this person's handwriting had already been scribbled to a certain extent on this page! With his level of proficiency in Japanese, it took him several times to understand the general meaning.

For the third time in seven days, we took off our hats and observed a moment of silence, and I hated it...... When the news came back, His Excellency Osa looked like he was going to eat me...... There is no hope, but there is really no hope? The Great Japanese Empire... The Emperor ......"

Finally reached the underlined part, Tang Wen's tone was a little strange: "It's here again! Damn, it's this again-......, but fortunately, the enemy doesn't know, he doesn't know anything." ”

Everyone could hear it, and his voice just now paused, jumped over a word, and then said the last one.

"What? what is this?" Zhuang Si glared at Tang Wen in a dissatisfied tone.

"yes!

"It's not a word you can't understand, right, your Japanese level has dropped at this time?"

Tang Wen didn't come back, picked up the blank paper in his hand, showed the handwriting he had just written to everyone, and asked, "What do you think this looks like?"

"Ghost Draw Talisman!" Zhuang Si replied angrily.

"So you really don't know this line?"

Only Zhou Xiaoyu reached out and took the white paper, looked at it carefully, and said: "This seems to be Arabic numerals, it's just too messy..."

"The Japanese also use Arabic numerals. Gu Ya added.

"Don't you want to say that it took us a long time to come up with a line of Arabic numerals, right?" Zhuang Si reached out and took the blank paper, sighed, and tried to read it out in a surprised tone: "125, 000, 238, 97, what does this mean? The Japanese ID number is so long?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it doesn't make sense..."

"It really doesn't make sense?" Tang Wen was puzzled, and sped up his movements to burn all the papers. The room was smoky and blazing, and everyone endured knowing that he would burn out soon, so they hurriedly stood up and opened the window to ventilate.

"Do you have a clue, do you see something?"

Everyone fanned out, and finally dispersed the smell of smoke. Zhou Xiaoyu leaned over and asked.

"Well, a little bit. The two of them swept the ashes on the table into the garbage bag together, and Tang Wen said while wiping the table: "This devil's base is responsible for transporting valuable materials... It's all about us, and we can't use the kind on the line for a while. For example, gold, silver, antiques, and the like...... Then their transshipment seemed to have gone wrong several times. Of course, it was the late stage of the war, and the little devils didn't have much control over the places..."

Zhou Xiaoyu has always been very rational in his thinking, and he accompanied everyone to do this thing this time just because he felt a little interesting in his heart, and he didn't have much hope. There is no treasure to pick up a book casually. However, at this time, she suddenly reacted, and opened her mouth a little stunned: "You mean that this number represents a place name?"

"Huh?" Tang Wen smiled and hugged her waist and nodded: "Very likely." This little devil seems to write a diary to express the depression in his heart, so he directly wrote down the code name of this place......"

"Then what did he mean by the failure before? Finally, he said that no one knows, it seems a little contradictory?" Zhuang Si grabbed his hair.

"Just because no one found out at the beginning doesn't mean that no one has found out for so many years. Maybe something has been taken away a long time ago. But what if?" Tang Wen said with a smile.

"Ahem! Zhuang thought about the gold and silver he had just said, and the fire in his heart drove away those little doubts.

"Hmm... So we got a string of passwords?" said Xiao Lin, his eyes lit up, and he craned his neck. However, the next second, her shoulders fell again: "Then which of you will decrypt it?" she said about you, but her eyes looked at Tang Wen. Looking forward to what he can continue to do as a man who seems to have always been able to create unexpected surprises.

However, Tang Wen furrowed his brows, and was embarrassed: "I don't have a clue. ”

Gu Ya was very confident and carefully helped to speculate on the side: "You just said that you can feel that this person is very depressed from the handwriting, why didn't he write down the name of the place directly when he wrote something! It stands to reason that his thoughts should be very direct at this time!"

Zhou Xiaoyu nodded, and his slender fingers pointed on the white paper: "It's really a bit unreasonable, he writes so sloppily, according to what you said, he should really be angry at that time." However, if their base uses this kind of number as a place name, it should not be used only in this place, all place names are replaced by numbers, right?

"Maybe it's Chinese that he doesn't know how to write?" Xiao Lin's thinking was a little unable to keep up.

"If it represents the name of the place, there must be a comparison table, he looks at it every day, and it is impossible for the dispatcher who has been a dispatcher for two years not to know how to write it......"

The discussion was a bit deadlocked, and the atmosphere in the room was somewhat oppressive, except for an old air conditioner humming and spitting hot air out.

Everyone was thoughtful and silent.

"Maybe our reasoning was wrong from the beginning? Doesn't that mean the name of the place?" Xiao Lin pouted and spoke first, she was the least good at logical reasoning. People with liberal arts and artistic talents don't seem to be very good at this. With that, she leaned back and fell straight onto the bed. When he fell, his eyes inadvertently found a smile on the corner of Tang Wen's mouth.

"Ahh

"Oh, indeed. Tang Wen was stunned for a moment, sorted out his thoughts and said: "First of all, this is a place name, it should be correct, otherwise he wouldn't say, 'It's here again.'" Then why did he write numbers in his diary?" his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said word by word, "Unless, that place, can only be represented by numbers!"

His voice was not loud, and except for Xiao Lin, a standard liberal arts thinker, who was a little confused, the other three seemed to hear a roar!