If it is not burned, then it may be torn apart and thrown out.

Fang Buwei was overjoyed, and looked at the pile of confetti again: "Find a few more people to come up and fight for me......"

Put together?

Feng Jiashan looked at the pile of confetti and felt disgusted.

Sir Fang, don't you smell the stench?

As long as you have enough money, if you let someone else eat, someone will do it.

Part of this bag of scraps of paper was really picked up from the toilet carton by the subordinates of the Huang Mansion.

"Don't want to do it?" Fang Buwei snorted coldly, "Then I'll change someone?" ”

Just in an instant, Feng Jiashan broke out in a cold sweat.

Although Fang Buwei usually doesn't have a good face, and sometimes he does it, but it's the first time to say such heavy words.

"It's wrong!" Feng Jiashan immediately admitted his mistake.

"Don't think about it, what kind of life did you live when you first arrived at the secret service?" Fang Buwei scolded.

Feng Jiashan bowed his head deeply.

When people are inevitably complacent, Feng Jiashan is naturally no exception.

Fang Buwei glared at Feng Jiashan, put on gloves, and opened the cloth bag containing confetti.

What is this?

When handling the case in the previous life, in order to find evidence and clues, he even skipped the dry toilet.

"Sir, I'm coming...... I got it...... The humble duty knew that he was wrong...... "Feng Jiashan was so anxious that he was about to cry."

"Go find two tweezers and be lighter!"

Fang Buwei confessed, took off his gloves, and threw them to Feng Jiashan.

Some of the shredded paper in this pile was soaked with urine or blisters.

"Humble duty understands!"

There was a lot of confetti, and Feng Jiashan called three more subordinates, and the four of them fought together around Tuji.

Fang Buwei put the blank manuscript paper and waste paper on the desk and began to study them one by one.

There were not many words on a few pieces of waste paper, as if it was a speech, Fang Buwei glanced at it, and threw it aside.

He took the blank manuscript paper again, walked to the window, and looked at it carefully in the sun.

There is no handwriting on the first sheet......

Not on the second one!

When he saw the third one, Fang Buwei's eyes widened violently.

There was only half a sheet of paper, apparently leftover from the cutting.

And the paper and texture are exactly the same as the note with the code written on it.

Fang didn't take a closer look, there were still some handwriting marks on this half of the paper, as if there were numbers, as well as a few Chinese characters and Japanese.

Isn't it this one?

Were these imprints made by Huang Jun when he compiled the password?

Even professionals like Qi Zhenjiang and Wen Yuqing, when compiling the code, it is inevitable that there will be errors and omissions, let alone Huang Jun?

When Huang Jun compiles, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes, and there will definitely be alterations, and it is impossible to compile it at one time.

The safest way is to revise the original manuscript and then copy it on new paper.

Fang Buwei estimates that the part that was cut off on this half should be the note that Huang Jun handed over to him after copying the password.

And the imprints that Fang Buwei sees now, nine times out of ten, they were left by Huang Jun when he compiled the information, transcribed and altered it.

If you guess right or not, you will know it by comparison.

Fang Buwei quickly ran to the desk and carefully spread the half of the paper on the desktop.

Then he picked up a pencil and quickly scraped the toner from the refill with his dagger.

After scraping, he used the plane of the dagger to grind the toner a little thinner, and then shoveled it up with the dagger and scattered it evenly on the half of the paper.

Fang Buwei cautiously took the half of the paper to the window and blew lightly.

Most of the toner was blown away, leaving only a small bout.

Through the sunlight, Fang Buwei saw that several sets of numbers appeared on the marks with toner.

And it's a group of separates.

Some are two-digit, some are three-digit, and the most is six-digit.

There are several groups of numbers underneath, and there are even Chinese characters and Japanese, and the eight achievements are the interpretations represented by these groups of ciphers.

The more Fang Buwei looked, the more excited he became.

He put the half of the paper on the table, picked up the pen and wrote on a blank piece of paper.

He wrote the cipher code on the note that Huang Jun handed over to the Japanese.

Although it is clear in my mind, I still compare it in my hand to be more intuitive.

It didn't take two minutes for Fang Buwei to write down more than a hundred numbers, and he picked up the half of the paper that had been smeared with toner, one by one, and carefully compared them.

"66......" Fang Buwei recited it silently, looking up among more than a hundred numbers.

Got it!

The imprinted numbers were there, and they were close to each other on the slip of paper.

That's right, the imprint on this half of the paper is the password.

And those few kanji and Japanese.

The clearest is a Japanese word, which is compared to the group of numbers "2614".

イギリス

This means "British" in Japanese.

What does the content of the intelligence transmitted by Huang Jun have to do with the UK?

Is it telling the Japanese that the chairman of the committee is waiting for Britain and the United States to mediate?

The chairman's attitude is known to everyone in the world, why did Huang Jun write a note?

It definitely won't be that simple.

Fang Buwei continued to look down.

There are also three Chinese characters, one is "white" and the other is "small car".

But the cipher code compared to these words is too vague to be unrecognizable.

Fang Buwei flipped through it again, but he didn't find any more imprinted manuscript paper.

But he wasn't disappointed.

It's good to be able to see so much information with just half a sheet of imprinted paper.

And the pile of scraps of paper has not been put together, there are a lot of fragments of the same paper as this half of the manuscript paper, and there are words on it.

Fang Buwei walked to the side of Tuji with two pieces of paper.

Feng Jiashan and his three subordinates were still fighting, and the table was densely packed with pieces of paper.

Fang Buwei took a look and saw that Feng Jiashan first divided a pile of confetti into several small piles according to the color and texture of the paper, and then began to fight together.

Not too stupid!

Fang Bu said a word for his belly.

He looked at it again, and found that one of the team members was specially putting together a pile of soaked pieces of paper, looking at the pattern running, which was exactly the same as the half of the paper in his hand.

Blistered?

Fang Buwei's eyes lit up, and he patted the player's shoulder and asked him to get out of the way.

If Huang Jun had used fire to destroy the traces after making up the password before, he would have almost burned the study, and after he couldn't use fire, it would definitely not be possible to just tear up the original password manuscript, and he would definitely use other methods to destroy it.

You don't need fire, you can use water.

As soon as you soak, the handwriting on it will be soaked off.

Fang Buwei looked at it, the assembled part was not the size of a child's palm, and most of the handwriting on it was blurred, only a few pieces of paper, and the handwriting on it could be seen.

There are numbers, there are kanji, and there are Japanese......

Fang Buwei's heart jumped, and he squatted down violently.