After lunch, the five of us dispersed.

Although the letter full of numbers made us suspicious, after all, there was no clue to unravel the secret of the letter, and this letter of unusual origin alone could not make the police department invest in the investigation. So we put it down and decided to ignore it, maybe it was really a prank?

But there was still some gloom in my heart, so I took the letter after eating and put it in my satchel.

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon, and I was walking briskly down the street.

Wang Lin and the three of them went shopping, but Qi Mingli was a tasteful person, and he went to the theater to watch the play by himself, as if Tang Bohu ordered autumn fragrance or something. I was bored, so I went out on my own, and I just had to get back to the port by 7 p.m. anyway.

Limen is close to the equator, and the weather in summer can change. At noon, the sun was still shining so hot that dogs stuck out their tongues, but now a cool breeze was blowing, heavy clouds covered the sky, and lightning flickered in the rolling clouds.

The leaves of the trees in the street were blown and the fine dust flew up. I was worried that the rain would suddenly start and I didn't have an umbrella with me, so I decided to find a place to shelter from the rain.

I remember reading a saying in my previous life. If you open a store in the county, as long as the lights are brightest at night, you can attract the most customers. The reason for this is probably the lack of street lights in the county, and people are more inclined to approach their own well-lit shops.

The population of Limen is much larger than that of the ordinary county town in the previous life, but at this time, it is cloudy and dim, which is more in line with the situation I have heard.

The brightest on the street is a Xinhua bookstore, with bright oil lamps on the counter at the door. In the aimless search, I was naturally drawn to the past.

There weren't many people waiting in front of the door to take shelter from the rain. I walked straight in, found a window seat and sat down, and casually took a copy of today's "People's Daily" from the shelf next to the aisle and flipped through it.

Suddenly, like a flash of lightning flashed in my mind, my eyes were drawn to the date on the front page of the newspaper.

I seemed to understand what the letter relied on to decipher.

If it really is as I thought, combined with the information that is known, this letter must contain a lot of information.

I almost bounced out of my chair, walked briskly to the newspaper shelf, took all the last week's papers, and rummaged through them on the table.

"Get me a lamp!" I looked up and shouted at the staff with some impudence, still rummaging through the newspaper I wanted.

The caretaker frowned and brought over an oil lamp and placed it on my desk: "Don't yell in the bookstore, remember to protect the newspaper and don't break it." ”

I smiled apologetically at him, pulled out the March 13 and 12 People's Daily, and spread them out on a different table.

If I'm not mistaken, the man who wrote this letter must have come from some organization that spanned a single Governorate. Short, dark-skinned, and with an odd accent, it is impossible not to be reminiscent of the Nanyang ethnic group.

Limen is the port city closest to the Nanyang region in Northern Province. If the Nanyang people from outside want to contact the local people, it is most convenient to come to Limen.

If it's really a cross-satrapy organization, it seems like a very reasonable choice to decipher the code through some simple, open-minded text that can be found everywhere.

The only universal text that can be found in the vast area ruled by the Australian and Song dynasties, and which meets the above conditions, is the "People's Daily" in my hand!

I quickly flipped through the newspaper of the 13th.

The front page and the next few pages are all news materials, and they have weak typography regularity, and pictures and large characters occupy a lot of space, which is obviously not suitable for selecting and writing MeSign.

I have skimmed through the past, and only "literary and artistic" and "commercial" are more suitable for translation.

So I asked for another pen and paper and began to carefully pick out the corresponding words under the oil lamp.

The lightning outside the window became more and more dazzling, and the rolling dark clouds obscured the endless blue sky, and only the sky in the far distance was still a little bright, but it could not make the sky and the earth bright.

The wind before the storm blew through the windows and swayed the newspapers. Impatiently, I took off the newspaper that I had turned over with my hat, and my forehead was covered with sweat.

The newspaper on the 13th was flipped over, and the paragraphs that were obtained were all meaningless words.

I grabbed the 12th newspaper again and started trying it from scratch.

Luckily, my conjecture was turned out to be correct. The letter, which is composed of three-dimensional figures, was translated from a novel in a newspaper.

"Robinson Crusoe", the seventh chapter of the serial version, is to decipher the code of the secret letter.

I was so happy that after translating two dozen words, I was sure I had found the answer. So I threw myself into the translation business with the utmost enthusiasm.

Finally, at 5:27 p.m., in a stormy bookstore, I translated two letters with strange numbers into regular Chinese characters.

After that incident, I was sure I had the talent to be a great intelligence officer. But that's not the point, it's important that the translated content is thrilling enough. If this letter had been delivered to the person the author intended to convey, one of the most devastating attacks in the history of our country would likely have occurred in a few days.

I was already soaked in cold sweat, and without even thinking about it, I grabbed my hat and put it on, and rushed out of the bookstore and into the pouring rain.

On the way, I ran into Chen Shangqi, who was sheltering from the rain, and he stopped me and shouted, "Sir, why don't you take shelter from the rain?" ”

It was only then that I calmed down, carefully covering the rain so that it did not wet the letter and my translator, and asked him, "Did you bring a whistle?" ”

Before he could react, he subconsciously took out a metal whistle from his pocket: "Bring it..."

I took the whistle and put it in my mouth and blew it.

A shrill hiss pierced the cacophony of wind and rain and came from a military-specific whistle.

Soon, more than a dozen soldiers who were sheltering from the rain nearby all came running over in the heavy rain, somewhat bewildered, surrounding us.

"Assemble now, emergency!" I shouted in the pouring rain.

The soldiers were immediately lined up in two teams under Chen Shangqi's organization, and the long-term training allowed them to switch to wartime at any time while on vacation.

"Now, the team on the left will follow me, and the team on the right will disband, go... No, you come with me. "I wanted a team to tell the soldiers to stop their leave immediately, but I was afraid that this would attract the attention of the group, so I dismissed it." Chen Shangqi, you go back to the fleet now and tell Colonel Li Anhua that there is a situation, it is very important, and ask him to prepare to deal with it. ”

Chen Shangqi "snapped" a foot touch, saluted me and left, running away into the rain.

I looked at the soldiers in front of me and took a deep breath: "Now, all of them, follow me to the police station and run forward!" ”

At about 6 o'clock in the evening, in the Limen City Police Station, Director Sun Liang was discussing loudly with several policemen, and there were still a few soaked soldiers standing beside him.

There were two documents on his desk, which were Digital MeSign and my translation.

"You go and inform the Security Bureau immediately, if this matter is true, we will definitely not be able to do it alone."

"Xiao Chen, you go to the city hall and inform Mr. Mayor. If possible, ask the mayor to come and take the seat. ”

"Who, you ask my secretary to get an official document, go to the military port, and ask the fleet to postpone the departure time. Ask the fleet commander for help, and it's best to send a capable Marine Corps here. ”

Sun Liang issued orders in an orderly manner, and the policemen in the office also ran out one by one.

Finally, Sun Liang wiped the sweat from his face and shook hands with me: "Thank you, Comrade Major." If you hadn't cracked the letter, something would have happened to Limen. ”

I nodded, "Yes." ”