Lady Ono leaves the house early every day, always arriving at the consulate before Sugawa and supervising the cleaning of her office. But today's Tan Jing was earlier than her, and as soon as Ono Meidai opened the door, she saw Tan Jing leaning on the railing outside the door, holding a cigarette between her fingers, and a pile of cigarette butt corpses lying under his feet, which made Ono Meidai startled. She didn't see Tan Jing's gloomy face, and joked with him, turned around and went home, took out a dustpan and a broom, and pointed to the cigarette butt: "Sweep it for me." ”

Tan Jing smiled at her, took it without saying a word, lowered his head and swept away the cigarette ash and cigarette butt garbage on the ground, took it downstairs and poured it out, and sent the cleaning tools back. Ono finally sensed that something was wrong with him, and trotted over as he went downstairs, squeezing herself between him and the wall: "What's wrong?" ”

"I want to ask you to do something," Tan Jing didn't vent his negative emotions on Ono Meidai, and his speech was still amiable, "The person arrested by the police station before, Qiu Yue, a librarian at Coastal University, I want to see all the information about this case." ”

"Joe Yue." Ono repeated the name, the warm look in her eyes disappeared, but there was still a smile on her face, which made the expression of her whole face a little chilly, "Why do you suddenly want to look at him?" ”

Tan Jing hesitated for a second before speaking: "There are some things I want to confirm." ”

"You're not one of his?" Ono said, "You see each other every week. ”

"It's not." He denied it, but did not explain, "When can you give it to me?" ”

"The tone in which you speak to me now is like a superior commanding a subordinate," Ono said displeased, turning around, "No." ”

Tan Jing couldn't cry or laugh, and lowered his tone even softer: "Okay, it's my fault, so please do me this favor, okay?" ”

"Tell me first, what do you want those files for?" Midai Ono looked him in the eye and reminded, "We swore to each other that we would never hide anything from each other again. ”

Tan Jing hesitated again, they swore an oath, and after that oath, there was something about the military commander, and he did know everything about Ono Meidai.

"Fujii Shou is back, and he will inevitably seize Qiu Yue's matter and make a fuss about me...... Even if you think we're related, he's even more so. Tan Jing said, "So I have to ...... before him" He was stuck, and he didn't know how to say the next words, if he was facing Sukawa Shun or Zuo Boying, he could naturally say "exterminate them" openly, but he was facing Ono Maidae.

"That's our friend." Midai Ono spoke, she looked into Tan Jing's eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but finally sighed and looked away.

Tan Jing began to feel embarrassed in the long silence, but he didn't feel embarrassed, just a little regretful, he obviously had a high-sounding reason to go to Zuo Boying.

"Let's have dinner tonight," Ono finally spoke, and she took a step back and didn't go into any further questioning, "I'll bring you the file." ”

Tan Jing was obviously relieved, he smiled slightly, and said to Ono Meidai: "Thank you." ”

Although the man was dead, the police department obviously had no intention of sparing the dead man, and they all knew that there was a string of people behind the well rope, and if this line could be pulled up, the whole coast would probably be cleaner.

The secret service said that they had found every secret of the documents hidden by Jing Rope, and with the ability of Jin Fu Mianya, Tan Jing had no doubt about this, but he was not concerned about the documents, but about those places - Jing Rope also had his own upline, and he had to find a way to contact that upline.

Tan Jing flipped through those documents word by word, looking at the recipient code, there is only one code, "bell", but the documents can be classified into three categories, one is the daily action report, the second is the instructions of the superiors, and the third is the first two types of wrapping paper, which are so complicated and chaotic that they can hardly be called documents, but a bunch of miscellaneous things: newspapers, flyers, theater advertisements, and even recipes, messy, everything, when Tan Jing gets them, the role of the third type of documents is to wrap the first two types of documents, outside this layer of packages, There is usually also a sheet of oiled paper.

Tan Jing plunged headlong into the pile of clutter, each piece of paper had traces of being folded or rolled, and he read the words repeatedly, eager to take each word apart and study it one by one. The well rope does not preserve useless things, he thought to himself, there must be some article on these newspaper leaflets.

He went to the library of Hama University again, and although Izuna had been arrested, he kept the habit in order to dispel some people's suspicions about him. Tan Jing studied these miscellaneous items in the reading area of the library, and the occasional low discussion of young students around him made him feel like he was back in his youth, as if what he was thinking about now was not information, but the classwork left by the professor.

He got up from the table, not forgetting to pack up the clutter and take it with him. The long hallway is built by a row of narrow floor-to-ceiling windows, and on the other side are the tables, chairs and benches in the reading area. Tan Jing walked slowly down the hallway, thinking and unconsciously glancing at every face at the table. There should be a password, Tan Jing thought to himself, but there was nothing on those papers.

There was already a new replacement behind the librarian's desk, younger than Izuri, not as slumped as he was, a middle-aged man with a pair of finely rimmed tortoiseshell glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and was looking down to register a student's book borrowing. Tan Jing walked over to his table, glanced at the table, then turned back and walked back the way he came. Suddenly, he paused in his footsteps, pulled a book from the shelf, and turned back.

Tan Jing didn't line up, but stood directly next to the table, and the unfamiliar administrator was alarmed by his movements, looked up at him suspiciously, and pointed behind him with a pen: "Classmate, line up." ”

Four words, he had seen what he wanted to see, it was a string of digital passwords, written down in the corner of the table, the ink marks had been erased, but the pen marks left were still there, a very shallow mark, only on the hypotenuse, through the light can be seen.

He smiled apologetically at the glance, put the book back on the shelf, and returned to the corner where he had first sit. The first message that the digital code quickly helped him decipher, on the wreckage of half a newspaper, was: There is a change in the scene, meet you.

This was passed to him by someone else, and they had a meeting place, and apparently, the person who made an appointment with him was not the upper line of the well rope. There is such a thing as a change on the scene, and a gesture in the crowd can send the news to you, why do you have to meet and talk about it in detail?

This password only cracked this one message, the newspaper used to deliver the message was an old newspaper, and the password was only used once, but with so many messages, it is impossible for each one to enable a new password, and it should be adjusted in detail in a system.

When Tan Jing was in training, he had taken several courses in cryptography, but he was not a professional codebreaker after all. He stayed in the library until it closed, and when he got home, he didn't close his eyes all night. The early morning sounds of birds and pedestrians came and went, and when he finally looked up from his study, he felt half of his body stiff.

These materials can't be kept in his hands for too long, and they were borrowed by Ono Meidai from Zuo Boying. The police station has not completely let go of this case, he looked at the pile of miscellaneous things in a daze, and hesitated to steal a few beams and change the pillars, lest Zuo Boying find anything.

He is an unprofessional codebreaker, but the consulate clearly has professional people. They kept each document in its original state: the outermost layer of oiled paper, the middle layer of newspaper or advertising paper, and the innermost layer was the document itself. They have been staring at the document, trying to find clues about the only code name "bell" mentioned on the document, but they don't expect that behind the "bell" is not a person.

Tan Jing confirmed this very much, and he was amazed by Jing Rope's behavior in his heart, which was a simple trick, but it was difficult to crack.

He breathed a sigh of relief and went to the bathroom to wash his face. The anxiety and negative emotions of the past few days have all subsided, and even since the sacrifice of Jing Rope, his panic and rootless emotions have also calmed down.

The person in the document is not on the same level as him, or under his leadership, these are not important, the important thing is that the person is indeed his own person, a comrade brother.

Tan Jing washed his face and shaved at home, restored the documents that had been dismantled, and went out proudly, ready to go to the consulate and return the things to Midai Ono.

He came downstairs and saw the stars in the sky, and suddenly remembered a question.

That appointment at the consulate, how many days is this?