Confused, the Japanese suppressed their murderous intent and led the sailor into his room on the second floor of the hostel.

The two men sat at the table, and the sailor poured himself a large glass of wine, took a sip, and let out a long breath: "I have to say, I can hardly tell what is a game and what is reality, the aroma, taste, texture, heat entering the stomach, and the feeling of heat all over the body of this wine can no longer be real." Good guys......"

"Tell me, who told you to wait for me at the tavern? How did you know I was going there?...... No, I should ask, do you know who I am?" Hasegawa asked urgently, lowering his voice.

The sailor rubbed the tip of his reddened nose: "I don't know who you are, man. You seem to be a rich young master, better than me, and as soon as I came in, I was a poor second mate, a second mate whose fishing boat sank in the Gizel River. ...... Anyway, there are some things I have to say to you, please listen up. ”

"Say it. Beneath the calm expression of the Japanese, there is a murderous motive. He's not a man who is used to being manipulated by others.

"9032, 15172, 1025, 3364, 2714, 10045, 1689, 5623, 7614......" The sailor took a sip of wine and recited a series of numbers in a dull voice, which had obviously been repeated countless times and had become so proficient that he could recite them in their entirety without stopping to think.

Hasegawa Honsaka listened suspiciously, and gradually, his expression changed from confused to extremely shocked. He jumped to his feet, grabbed a piece of paper and a quill from the bedside table, dipped in ink, and quickly recorded the numbers on the paper.

"9919, 5125, 8571, 7537, 13785, 5138, 4343, 1524, 1771, 8614......" The sailors spoke faster and faster, and the Japanese did not have time to ask questions, lest they write a number wrong.

“...... 20511、5191。 That's it. ”

“...... 5191。 Hasegawa finished writing the last set of numbers, and because he was excited, a drop of ink was thrown off the tip of the pen, and large ink spots leaked out.

"I didn't hear the first few numbers clearly, can you repeat them?" he asked, suppressing his impulse, as kind as he could.

The sailor tilted his head and drank a glass of wine, and poured himself another glass: "I'm sorry, man, I can only say it once, I can't help it." ”

The Japanese stared at him with fire-breathing eyes: "Why?"

"That's the rule, I don't make the rules, man. In the game, I'm just a poor sailor who delivers letters, so don't embarrass me. The sailor spread his hands.

Hasegawa hesitated for a moment, "Listen, I'm going out now, you stay here and don't leave, you can drink as much as you want, go to the hostel's restaurant to eat when you're hungry, don't leave this building, do you hear clearly?"

"I don't have any good places to go anyway. Real life is also inferior, as long as there is alcohol to drink, I will not go anywhere. The sailor took the bottle, put his feet on the table, and collapsed comfortably into the armchair.

The madman Hasegawa nodded, staring at the paper full of numbers until all the numbers were printed in his mind, and then immediately logged out of the game.

The first thing he did when he returned to reality was that he walked into the elite training room of the "100 Million Jade Fragments" base, drove away the others, and locked the door. The layout and furnishings of this room are similar to those of the train base, but the difference is that there is a confidential room dedicated to the leader of the organization, equipped with the strictest authentication measures and security systems.

After a complex verification, Hasegawa Honsaka opened the airtight door and walked into this top-secret space. With short-term memory, he dictated the long list of numbers on a piece of paper in its entirety, and verified it three times to make sure that there were no errors. In the inconspicuous part of the room, there is a bookshelf full of original books in various languages, and the Japanese pick up one of them, compare the strings of numbers, and write a deciphered passage on paper.

This is an extremely simple communication password.

Every IPU organization is faced with the problem that communications can be spied on, and "100 million jade fragments" take the most primitive way against the pervasive GTC intelligence officers.

In the face of quantum computers, except for quantum cryptography, passwords formed using any known software can be brute-forced, and IPU organizations that do not apply to quantum terminals cannot use quantum encryption, which has caused great suffering to intelligence work.

In addition to the relatively safe letter and oral method, "100 million jade fragments" uses a one-to-one codebook to send MeMessage. To put it bluntly, between the leader Hasegawa and the elite members in charge of the operation, there is a codebook that is known to two people and only two people know, and each character group represents the xth word of the codebook on x pages and x lines, and a string of characters is a complete piece of information.

As long as the codebook is unknown to GTC and cannot be intercepted, this primitive method is secure. Even if the codebook is intercepted, it will only be a break in the one-to-one communication link between the elite member and the leader.

Hasegawa Honsaka did not make his own codebooks, but used some extremely obscure works, and the database of the "Genesis" quantum computer stored 50% of all known books in human history, and mainly classical works and contemporary mainstream publications. Although the use of modern obscure works as codebooks has brought some unknown risks to 100 million jade fragments, years of experience in struggle have taught Hasegawa that if you want to crack a string of unknown strings in the codebook, even with GTC's ability, the chances of success are pitifully small.

The sailor read out the numbers, which were his usual communication codes, and several of them were so familiar to him that he could decipher them without having to look for a codebook, which he had used to communicate with the elite members of the base who had just ended.

Hasegawa has in his hands a Spanish novel called "The Silver Angel of the Alhambra", written by a writer named Sabbas Maximliano during the Spanish Revolution in 1868, published by a small publishing house in Madrid on the eve of the Spanish Civil War, with a print run of only 1,000 copies, and then the publishing house was destroyed by the nationalists.

After only a few lines of translation, a large drop of cold sweat flowed from the Japanese man's forehead, and after reading the whole text, his whole body could not help but tremble, and he could not even hold the pen in his hand, so that the tip of the pen drew disorganized marks on the paper.

The well-worded Spanish text message is to the effect of:

...... (first line missing) sincere regards. Your Excellency will be invited to participate in a far-reaching undertaking that has been a great honour and a great challenge for the previous participants, and we are delighted to have such a talented person join the team.

Next, verify the information: Your location is 23.27202 north latitude, 10.72001 west longitude, 225.02332 meters above sea level, and you are in the same well-equipped underground building, there are still 2027 male and 449 female members.

Your real name is Ryoichi Koizawa, born at 17:22 on May 5, 2008 at Koizawa House, No. 14, Bentennomiya Road, Miyazu, Okushiri-gun, Hiyama Branch, Hokkaido, Japan.

Seven days ago, you attacked a GTC office in Australia and executed 10 GTC staff, including Dr. Massel Dixon, a senior engineer in GTC's communications department, and has not yet claimed responsibility for the terrorist attack, despite arranging for the delivery of the tape to Al Jazeera.

——If the above information is correct, it proves that you are the person we urgently need, and we hope that you will have the heart to properly arrange the work at hand and wait for our further notice. Once again, I would like to extend my sincere greetings, thank you, and good day.

"This ...... This can't be!" Hasegawa clattered the pen into two sections, and he didn't feel the stubble and pierced his palm.

Located deep beneath the boundless Sahara Desert in the middle of the Republic of Algeria in North Africa, the "100 Million Jade Fragments" is a marvel of engineering architecture, and all the building materials that are sporadically procured from civilian companies around the world and secretly transported are out of the eyes of the GTC.

The location of the base is the highest degree of secrecy, Hasegawa Avasaya led the elite members of the organization to establish this base with their own hands, and for a long time afterward, GTC was painstakingly looking for traces of the base, but the rolling yellow sand obscured the eyes, ears, nose and tongue of all the sensors, and the specific location coordinates of the North African base are still worth 50 million US dollars in the reward area on the GTC homepage.

But a person in the "world" who should not have been met, a series of numbers that should not have been said by him, and a secret letter that should not have existed in the world in a way that should not have been known to a third person, every word of the letter was a complete blow to Hasegawa Honsaka and the "100 million jade fragments" he had painstakingly managed for many years.

If this letter reaches GTC's hands, all the meaning of his existence in the world will instantly turn into powder, how can this not make the madman Hasegawa stunned on the spot like five thunderbolts?

Hearing this, Gu Tie's body also stiffened completely. Hasegawa and his "100 million jade shatters" are the toughest, craziest and most cunning of the IPU organization, who would have thought that such a bizarre scene would happen to them.

At this time, a long whistle sounded from the front of the train, and the body of the train shook, and the speed began to decrease.

The train is coming in.

Without having time to think about it, Gu Tie immediately bounced up, pulled out the Walter P99 pistol equipped with a silencer, and fired a few shots at the place where the ceiling emitted a slight fan noise. The personal computer hidden in the canopy was destroyed, the three-dimensional projection disappeared in an instant, Gu Tie trotted to the door, confirmed that it was safe outside, walked out of the carriage, relocked the sliding door, and then dressed to protect his knees and elbows, closed his eyes, and jumped off the train-

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