Chapter 246: Decryption
How to Hack the Password to Stop the Bomb?
Option 1: Brute it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ ć info*/music-text
That is, directly from the computer, crack his firewall, hack his computer, but if his computer is set up with a self-destruct program, then it can only be hehe.
Yang Mianmian thinks that she doesn't have that ability, so this one is directly pa!
Option 2: Bomb Disposal.
However, she couldn't contact Jing Chu and the others, and she couldn't even move the rescuers, so she couldn't do it directly!
Option 3: Find out the password.
Yang Mianmian first interrogated the computer: "How many passwords?" ā
"How could I possibly tell you?" The computer calmly asked, "You die, since the master has set a password for me, then it is absolutely impossible for me to betray!" ā
Yang Mianmian took a glass of water and threatened it: "Believe it or not, I will let you reimburse?" ā
"In the event of vandalism, the bomb will explode immediately." The computer was indifferent, "You choose it yourself." ā
**kļ¼ Yang Mianmian knew that they sometimes stuck to their principles and would never compromise, but when it was their turn, they always hoped that she would be an exception.
But it's a pity that they don't have the slightest friendship with her, and they won't show favoritism for her, so she can only find another way.
But surprisingly, no one except the computer knew what the password was, and the other instruments were not very firm, and finally told the truth after she threatened to smash everything: "The password is only known to Arthur and the computer, and he has never told anyone." ā
"Does anyone have a clue?!" Yang Mianmian has wasted more than ten minutes, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is in a hurry, although she told herself to think calmly, she has already seen sweat on her forehead.
Only Geometry, who was put aside, spoke: "Mianmian, Arthur is a very conceited person, although I haven't been here for a long time, but I think that since he gave you such a problem, it may not be unsolvable." ā
Yang Mianmian looked at it a little familiar: "You are ......"
"I was the book you borrowed that day and then given to Jenny." It says, "You always come to the library, we all know you." ā
was able to meet a little friend who was considered an acquaintance in the vast sea of people, Yang Mianmian was moved, and hurriedly asked, "Do you have any clues?" ā
"No, we've never seen him write down the password." It shook its head.
Yang Mianmian asked the pen again: "You really can't remember?" ā
The pencil was frightened and replied tremblingly, "IāI really don't remember...... Woo, don't kill me. ā
The paper was swallowed by Arthur, the pen was not remembered, the computer would rather die than give in, and none of the items could help.
Yang Mianmian was angry and put down his cruel words: "I tell you, if none of you refuse to say it, he is dead, I will set fire to this house, and no one can escape!" ā
The computer was silent for a moment, but still stubbornly insisted: "I can't tell you the password." ā
"Then you can tell me other clues!" Yang Mianmian blurted out.
The computer weighed it for a while, and finally relented: "As far as I know, Arthur's password is not unfounded, but based on a manuscript he bought at an auction. ā
Yang Mianmian immediately turned his head: "Calculated?" ā
"Yes, it is said that it was a love letter written by a famous murderer to his lover in prison, but no one could understand what he wrote, Arthur studied for a long time to figure out the answer, and in the last love letter, his last words to his lover were the password."
The items don't lie, Yang Mianmian glanced at the time, she didn't have extra time to hesitate to waste: "Where is the manuscript?" ā
"In his study upstairs." Since I did the first year of junior high school, it doesn't matter if I am fifteen, the computer adheres to the creed of not saying the password, but I can tell the clues, and say everything that can be said.
Yang Mianmian felt that his affinity really hadn't changed! She rushed upstairs, found a stack of manuscripts out of a drawer with the guidance of the objects, and then hurried back to the basement.
"Isn't that it?" She spread out the manuscript and asked the computer.
It said, "That's it, that's all I can do to help you get here." ā
"That's enough." Yang Mianmian took a deep breath and put all her mind on the manuscript.
It was a stack of old letterheads, slightly yellowed at the edges, and had been sandwiched in a clear plastic envelope to ensure they didn't break from flipping through them.
"Hi, hello." She struggled to keep her tone calm and greeted the letterhead, "Can you do me a favor?" ā
The letter's consciousness was already very weak, but she still gave her a response: "How can I help you?" ā
"The writing on your body is written with a special pattern, do you know what it is?" Yang Mianmian asked cautiously, not even daring to breathe, for fear that the consciousness of the letter paper would be shattered.
"I don't know, I'm only responsible for recording what people want to leave behind, and I don't know what people write means, because we can't peek into people's hearts, right?" ā
Although she was mentally prepared, Yang Mianmian was still disappointed for a while, which proved that she couldn't take any shortcuts, and she had to figure out the answer by herself.
With more than two hours to go, can she figure out the answer that Arthur has been calculating for so long in such a short time?
Yang Mianmian smiled bitterly in her heart, and Yang Xiaoyang encouraged her: "Arthur thinks he is smart, maybe he is stupider than us?" We don't know more than 1/10,000 of the potential of the human brain today, so how do you know if you can't if you don't try? ā
"Whether it works or not, we're going to try." Yang Mianmian gritted her teeth, it can be said that now Jing Chu's life is tied to her head, and if she fails, she herself will not be able to forgive herself.
So, there is only success, there must be success, there is no effort!
Yang Mianmian took a deep breath and spread out the manuscript in front of her, although the words on it were still composed of twenty-six English letters, none of them were correct, as if they were missing arms and legs.
Yang Mianmian's heart was in turmoil, biting her lip and forcing herself to eliminate distracting thoughts, so that she could reveal the secret wholeheartedly, but unconsciously, she bit blood on her lips.
Ten minutes later, sweat was dripping from her sideburns, and for the average person, maybe ten minutes would not solve a high school math problem, but she had memorized everything in her head, and kept arranging and combining, trying to find any pattern that could be found.
However, even with a brain that ordinary people can't reach, the permutations and combinations without clues can't be done overnight.
At this time, the letter spoke: "I remembered something, I don't know if I can help you." ā
"What?" She immediately stared down at it.
"Arthur once unconsciously pronounced my first words, 'Beloved, my pure and sincere beloved.'" The letter racked his brain, but he could only think of one clue.
Yang Mianmian was ecstatic: "Is that so, then this word means lover, let me think about it......" She quickly found the first rule in her brain, but it is not easy to translate all the contents of the last love letter, and she must keep trying possibilities.
However, based on her speed, it would take about 5 hours to drive at full power.
Yang Mianmian never expected herself to be smarter.
"It's inherently unchangeable, but we can do something else." Yang Xiaoyang also let go.
Yang Mianmian's eyes fell on the multiple bottles of medicine in the cabinet in the operating room, she stood up almost without thinking, opened the cabinet, and found the most commonly used central nervous system stimulant~ agent.
She didn't know how to mix the proportions, but she knew that if she used them, she would have a lot of trouble. Xiao Huangji wanted to say something, but he knew in his heart that it was useless to say anything.
She will not hesitate, nothing is more important than him, if she does not do it, she will regret it for the rest of her life.
When the computer saw this, he opened his mouth again: "The proportion should not be too high, otherwise you will die suddenly due to heart overload." ā
Yang Mianmian listened to its suggestion and lowered the original drug ratio, but even so, the first injection of such a drug made her brain enter an unprecedented wonderful realm.
The vast library suddenly expanded, the previously shadowed areas became brighter, and all calculations became easier than before, as if the 4th generation processor had suddenly skipped the 5th generation and rushed directly to the current 6th generation.
", this sourness, I really won't die suddenly?" Yang Mianmian was still so faintly worried in his crazy calculations.
Luckily, Lady Luck was always on her side, and by the time the countdown was three minutes away, she had already cracked the rules of writing love letters, so it would be easy to translate them into the last one.
"We will have a bed full of fragrance, a sofa as deep as a grave, and we will have strange flowers on our trellises that will bloom for us under a better sky."
If Yang Mianmian had a little literary knowledge, she would know that this was actually "The Death of a Lover" in Baudelaire's Flowers of Evil, which was the book of poems that Jeanne read to him by the fireplace at the beginning.
"How many chances do I have?" Yang Mianmian's eyes were blazing, staring at the computer.
The countdown is now 02:10.
The computer said, "1 time." ā
There is only one chance, if it fails...... Yang Mianmian felt that the fingers she entered were trembling, and she couldn't help asking, "Is this it?" There was a pleading in her tone that she didn't even realize she had.
The computer was silent for a few seconds: "It's not letters, it's numbers." ā
"Numbers?" Yang Mianmian was taken aback.
Countdown 01:53.
Yang Xiaoyang suddenly remembered: "That book of poems! Jenny didn't read this paragraph before, but in the long conversation later, Jenny stopped talking, but the poetry book herself was reading her own poems - this kind of friend who reads her own text is not uncommon, so Yang Xiaoyang paid more attention to other clues at that time, so she only heard it, and did not memorize it deeply.
But when it saw that poem just now, it felt faintly familiar, and quickly searched through the library's memories and thought of the book of poems.
Yang Mianmian rushed all the way upstairs again, took the poetry book from the fireplace, and quickly flipped through it while running downstairs.
She found the paragraph and pieced together the page numbers and lines into a 10-digit password.
Countdown 01:27.
"Isn't that it?" Yang Mianmian entered a string of numbers, but he didn't dare to press the confirm button.
The computer said, "I can't answer you, I've helped you enough." ā
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Yang Xiaoyang gritted his teeth: "Bet, if we lose, we will die together, who is afraid of whom!" ā
Yang Mianmian felt that it was originally the action of knocking down the keyboard, but it was rare as if she was pressed by Mount Tai in her hand, she forgot whether she plucked up the courage to press it down, or because her fingers twitched and accidentally touched it.
Whatever it was, the confirmation button was pressed.
The second of waiting seemed like a century.
I heard a computer tick, and the countdown stopped.
The computer says, "You're right, congratulations." ā
Yang Mianmian couldn't support it anymore, as soon as her hands and feet were weak, the whole person lay on the console, the cold sweat had soaked her clothes, and she was as embarrassed as if she had been fished out of the water.
In the midst of great joy and fear for the rest of her life, she buried her face in her arms and wept bitterly.
This b uses his brain, let's do it next time, I originally wanted to write about pirates, but I forgot about it...... g