Panting and running back to the factory courtyard, Hong Tao smiled again, for more than half a year, he felt that just a few minutes, he was still living like a person, although it was short, but enjoyable, he never felt dignified, and it was so beautiful to have feelings. ≌,★.23¤x.cvom Of course, he only laughed for a few seconds, and then wilted again, if that Captain Yang really catches himself tomorrow to take a dirt plane in the water room, it will be troublesome, and he must find a way to make him happy.

What can I do? Yes, the pictorial of the Great Beauty! plus detective novels! These two things are Captain Yang's favorite things. The pictorial itself still has two fine books here, both of which I keep to read, and now I have to endure the pain of cutting my love, and I can get it back if I lend it to others, and I can lend it to Team Yang, so don't expect it. As for detective novels, this one has to be flipped through to see if there are still goods at the bottom of the box.

Hong Tao flipped through it, and suddenly a book appeared at the bottom of the box, an English version of "The Count of Monte Cristo". When he saw this book, Hong Tao felt that there was suddenly a little cool breeze in the room, and then he immediately remembered that Qian Jiakang, who he loved to read the most. It's been a few months in the blink of an eye, this well-mannered death row prisoner must be gone now, it's a big holiday, Hong Tao feels that he should also worship him, although he doesn't believe in this thing very much, but it's okay to pay more attention, anyway, he has nothing to do when he's idle.

“…… Old Qian, I don't know if you have any wine over there, but whether you are a filial son or a grandson, or a friend, I will bring you something today. If you don't smoke, you should be fine with some red wine, and then have a little belly. I'm sorry that the chocolates were given away. I forgot about you just now, but I still have some wafer cookies here. You can make do with it. ”

Just do it, Hong Tao first found a rice bowl, then went to the yard to get some earthen into it, and then lit three cigarettes and inserted it to act as an incense burner, anyway, it's not like this in the movie. Then I looked around again, and now I seem to be a little too generous just now, and the snacks, candies and the like are almost all gone, and I don't even have anything to eat. I could only run to the refrigerator again to find a small belly and cut it as a tribute, and the rest was raw meat, and I didn't hear that people used raw meat.

The snacks were gone, the red wine was still there, Hong Tao opened another bottle, then poured out a small half on the ground, thought about it again, and poured some more into the incense burner, because he was not sure if the poured on the ground could reach Qian Jiakang. Let's have an extra layer of insurance. The remaining half bottle is drunk by himself, in this state, Hong Tao feels that he won't want to sleep tonight if he doesn't drink some wine, his mind is too messy. You must find something to suppress inhibition.

"The book is still there, but the people are gone! What good can this thing do me? Can I still escape! Don't let me run away by pretending to be dead, even if I open the door and let me go now." I'm not going to go until you prove my release!" Hong Tao leaned against his futon. Take a sip of wine, take a puff of cigarettes. Then I remembered the scene when I was separated from Qian Jiakang, that scene has always been deeply imprinted in Hong Tao's mind, and now I think back on it like a movie, I can even see Qian Jiakang's very shy smile when I close my eyes, and I can also hear his accurate English spoken language.

"Damn, old money, let's not be interesting enough, just read a book, why do you still bring a scribble! Although you are gone, you don't have much advantage, I will have to go to you in a few years, but it is just a matter of leaving early and leaving late. I have to criticize you, what is a book? Books are the essence of human knowledge, just read it, don't write it, you are ......" Hong Tao flipped through the book casually, and then remembered the last sentence that Qian Jiakang said to himself in English, and easily turned to the paragraph in the book where he escaped from prison, but suddenly there were a few lines of words under someone with a pencil to point a lot of black dots and bars.

Hong Tao actually doesn't care about books at all, when he went to school, every book was a mess, and there was no comparison with those classmates who finished a year and the books were still like new. But he never scribbles.,It's basically some key points or his own notes or something.,For this kind of scribbling on the book.,He also hates it.。 Especially this book, which is the English version of the hardcover that Ralph brought back to him, I am afraid that it is not easy to buy in China, so he cherishes it even more, because he reads it as an English textbook. Except for Qian Jiakang, he has never lent it to anyone, in fact, others can't see it, and the discipline guards don't seem to have this ability.

Naturally, Hong Tao took out the eraser and wanted to erase those small black spots, but just as he was about to start, he suddenly stopped, as far as he knew about Qian Jiakang, he was not a person who had nothing to do, every time he would wipe his hands clean before reading a book, he should not scribble on it. If it wasn't scribbled, then these little black dots were deliberately left by him!

"Something is wrong! Old money, buddy is not thin on you, you must not leave me any shocking secrets, I really don't have the ability to help you overturn the case, if I do this, then I will soon be able to go down to accompany you!" Thinking of this, Hong Tao couldn't help but hit a spirit, he naturally thought of what unjust cases, secret files, high-level top secrets and the like, aren't they all played like this in those novels and movies in later generations.

After knowing these things, if the protagonist is definitely an endless pursuit, and then the protagonist relies on inhuman skills and wisdom against the sky, and finally fights the evil forces and holds the beauty; If it's a supporting role, then it's fucked up, 100% going to be killed, Hong Tao pondered, he seems to be a little far away from the protagonist's condition, how do you look at it, it's the life of a supporting role.

Although his heart is beating, Hong Tao's curiosity drives him to can't help it, and he can't help but look at the black dots and bars that he can read, these black dots and bars are not scribbled, this is a kind of world-wide password, Morse code!

Hong Tao played a civilian radio for a period of time in his last life, which is commonly known as ham "ham", he can't be regarded as a big ham, at most a small ham sausage. The reason is very simple, character determines fate, his temper that doesn't have a long temperament for anything, he gives up halfway to learn everything, just wants to understand, never delves in, just finished a minimum level five, can only listen and can't shoot, and then he gets bored, buys a lot of equipment for nothing, throws it aside and thinks about other new things.

Although it is only a small ham sausage, one of the necessary skills to play this thing is to memorize the Morse code list. Because this game is international, there are ham stores all over the world, you can't say English and I speak Chinese, so if you want to listen to what others are saying, you can only use Morse code to communicate with each other, this thing can't be memorized, you can't do anything, then play a fart!

Coincidentally, this Qian Jiakang is also a radio enthusiast. Although there were no formal amateur radio rules in China at this time, and private ownership of radio stations that could be transmitted to the outside world was not allowed, he was still very familiar with Morse code when he was in college. The messy things he drew on Hong Tao's book are Morse code. Moreover, his drawings are very scattered, and there is only a black dot or a bar on a page of paper, and people who are not very familiar with this kind of code cannot see the clue at all.

", this is z;-, this is u;., this is r...... Zurich!" Hong Tao found a blank piece of paper and began to flip through the book page by page, and began to record and translate the codes. It is said that it is a password, in fact, it is very simple, a small dot represents a short sound, a bar, it represents a long sound, through the guò These long and short sounds of different permutations and combinations, will produce the corresponding English letters and Arabic numerals, a bit like the code book of the number pager, in fact, the principle is the same.

"Bahnhofstrasse BANK1EU, Zurich, number EDMUNDT33OMAS187O12O5. In less than half an hour, Hong Tao translated all the codes, and what appeared on the paper was a bank name, a number, and a password. Hong Tao doesn't have to use his mind to think about this thing, Qian Jiakang's stolen money or other things that he didn't confess until his death should be hidden here.

"Old Qian, you are really a weird person, you are dying, and you still have this mind...... Don't worry, when I have the opportunity to go to Switzerland, I will definitely go and see what you left behind, I hope it's just your thief's money, not anything else, then you will hurt me!" Hong Tao looked at this string of names, and he laughed, Qian Jiakang is really a literary and artistic young man, he actually gave himself the name of Edmund, and the password is simply called Dumas, he is a bit into the drama when he reads books.

It seems that he didn't lie to himself, he did like the book, otherwise he wouldn't have used the name of the protagonist and the author's name as the bank account password. The reason why he chatted so well with himself is probably related to this book, although it is just a coincidence, it can also be explained as fate.

We Chinese all believe in this thing, and are willing to believe in this thing, although Hong Tao is not a fatalist, but for the old money, he still received it. No matter what is hidden there, he plans to find someone to go to the bank after he goes out, what kind of stolen money is not stolen money, Hong Tao has no such concept in his heart, Alexandre Dumas wrote in the book: I love those who love me, I hate those who hate me!

Since Qian Jiakang chooses to love himself, then he can't hate him! Hong Tao has always felt that maintaining human nature is more important than abiding by the law, and pure human nature is the key to maintaining the survival of mankind, and the law is only a tool for some people to rule over another part of the people. (To be continued!)

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