spy cloud

Chapter [-] Code Crisis

In a secret contact point in the south of the city, Cheng Zhongcheng looked at the telegram in his hand and was speechless for a while.

He saw the telegram just sent, asking them to get rid of Qing Mu Rongsheng, a banknote expert, but he got the news yesterday that Qing Mu Rongsheng died.

It is not known who was assassinated.One shot kills.

And the news came from Nanjing, which also surprised him a little.After all, the news from Nanjing seems a bit late.

"What the hell, it's so late to send a message, isn't that trying to piss me off?"

Cheng Zhongcheng sighed, and wrote a few words helplessly: dead, unknown killer.

Then he handed it to the person next to him, gave a few instructions, and then sent someone down to deliver the report.

……

Qian Jun sent someone to notify another person early in the morning, and then asked someone to ask.

It was less than six o'clock. At this time, the sun had already risen high, but those who should go to bed still went to sleep, and those who got up and got busy were already busy.

"Boss Qian, there's news from over there that he's dead. He's parked in the morgue of the hospital now!" A subordinate ran directly to his side and whispered.

This is also one of his two correspondents, who are usually not sent out at will, and are contacted in code words. Unexpectedly, today's contact is relatively early.

"died?"

"Well, I didn't say anything else, this is information!"

He handed over the note in his hand, and then went to the warehouse to help.

Qian Jun looked at the note in his hand. There are generally two situations for this kind of note. One is that the traffic officer can open it, and the other is that it is sealed and the traffic officer cannot open it.

Looking at the note, Qian Jun also sighed, and then gave instructions directly in the warehouse, then picked up the phone, and called directly.

"Hello, Mr. Qin? I'm Qian Dabao!"

"So it's Boss Qian, hello, hello, thank you this morning, I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free." Zhang Tianhao said politely on the phone, only to let out a big breath.

"You're welcome, it's like this, Mr. Qin, I've already prepared what you want, when do you think it will be delivered to you?
"Ready, that's great, great! Boss Qian, watch the time, I'm not in a hurry here."

"Okay, that's it. I'll send it to you when I go back at night!" Qian Jun hung up the phone immediately after hearing this, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And he picked up a match, and directly burned the note slowly until it was all burned to ashes.

At home, Zhang Tianhao was sleeping soundly, but now he couldn't sleep at all, he was dead, and he didn't know that it was Qing Mu Rongsheng, the assassination this time could only be an accident within an accident.

Happily taking out the radio, he checked the time, then connected the power, turned on the radio, picked up the earphones, and started tuning.

As the radio signal was sent out, he began to call the other party's radio station.

That is, in less than ten seconds, the operator on duty on the other side also connected to the telegram sent by Zhang Tianhao.

After 18 seconds, Zhang Tianhao turned off the radio, then unplugged the power again, and put it away directly. His movements were clean and neat, as if it was just a process.

Zhang Tianhao looked at the time, it was almost seven o'clock, but he didn't have anything to do, so he fell down and fell asleep, but suddenly thought of Du Lan in the basement, and the corner of his mouth also had a slight sneer.

Got up, walked into the kitchen, lifted the pot, and walked into the basement.

In the basement, Zhang Tianhao looked at Du Lan who was still sleeping there, and didn't pay attention. Instead, he opened the door and tried it on her head, only to find that his body temperature had returned to normal, but his body was still quite weak.

He has long been used to this situation.

In the basement, there is no sunlight, this Du Lan has been locked up by him for half a month, and there is not even a single person to talk to.

It's dark and humid here, and a good person may go crazy straight away after being locked up for half a month.

Du Lan's performance is not as perfect as he imagined, after all, the human condition is quite depressing under certain circumstances.

"Stationmaster, stationmaster, please don't lock me up again, I say, I say everything!"

In the dream, Du Lan was terrified. When Zhang Tianhao touched her face and tested her body temperature, she reacted automatically, grabbed Zhang Tianhao's hand, and begged for mercy loudly.

It's just that Zhang Tianhao found it a bit ridiculous, so he didn't even open his eyes.

Zhang Tianhao looked at it, took out the medicine and gave another injection. Although the fever subsided, his body was still quite weak.

He picked up the cold porridge from last night and fed a few mouthfuls directly.

Looking at the abnormally white skin, Zhang Tianhao also sneered a few times, then sat there and started working.

He had to wait a while to take Dulan up to bask in the sun, otherwise, when he came back a week later, what he might see was not a person, but a corpse.

……

In the secret service department, Ning Shuang looked at the telegrams received by the radio operator under him, and there was movement on the Zhongtong radio station that he had been following all along. This was a good thing in the first place.

But the whole process only lasted a dozen seconds, and he simply copied two words, and the other party had already hung up.

"Can you decipher it?"

"It's a bit difficult. After all, there are only two words, too few." The operator in that hand also looked embarrassed.

"Try it, it may be reported by the Zhongtong, and it is very likely that it was the assassination yesterday." Ning Shuang knew very well that now is the time for the Zhongtong to repay his merits, how could he not report it.

"Yes!"

"report!"

Just then, another operator reported walking in.

"Report, just intercepted the military command's radio station, they just sent the radio station, the time is 26 seconds, a total of six words, this is the telegram code."

A radio operator who came in immediately said loudly: "And we have deciphered their code, they are dead, and the killer is unknown. Combined with the contents of the telegram in the middle of the night, it is obvious that Nanjing ordered the army to come down and eliminate Mr. Qingmu, but their order is somewhat late."

"It's not the military command, it's only the central command. Then the telegram code of the central command should be almost known. It's nothing more than: deleted, completed, and it is very likely to be deleted. You immediately combine these two words and give me the telegram code of the previous period. Let's decipher all the electronic codes of the Zhongtong and see if it can be completed."

"Yes!"

Ning Shuang looked at the telegraph operator who left, and couldn't help but smile. After all, this is a good opportunity, a good opportunity to decipher the Zhongtong radio station.If possible, you can even send false information to the Central Unification Headquarters.

Zhang Tianhao didn't know that he sent two characters this time, which resulted in the entire codebook being exposed.But he still has to report.

Even if he knew about it, he wouldn't care anymore, after all, he usually reported it after the fact, not beforehand.After the task is completed, it will be officially reported and go to ask for credit.

The only disadvantage is that the telegrams sent from above may be intercepted by the Japanese, so that there will be more dangers.

And he is now planning this week, his work arrangements when he is not in Xinjing, basically explaining various trivial matters, internal personnel inspections, and so on.

He had to come up with a plan and ask Qian Jun to execute it. Qian Jun was a good executor, but he was not a showman. He could work hard, but he couldn't coordinate the overall situation to do things.