Blackstone Code

Latest website: The wife who was about to go to bed froze for a while, looked at the ceiling that had fallen into darkness after turning off the lights, and thought for a while, "I want peace in the world."

Compared with ordinary civilians, intellectuals are calmer in wars, and as a woman, she is not keen on wars.

Kosko was silent for a while, "I'm sorry."

The wife laughed, and she reached out and touched Kausco’s cheek, “You don’t need to apologize for the war. Let’s just change it. Maybe we should have a holiday one day?”

Maybe only Kosko knows why he apologized. He then agreed, "When I finish this time, we can have a good rest."

"That's great!" The wife sighed slightly, "Go to sleep, there is still a lot of work tomorrow..."

For two days, Kosko was recording some information in ciphertext. When he got off work on the third day, he fell close to the guard post.

The soldier hurriedly helped him up. After thanking him, he looked at his split leather shoes and complained.

Someone in the institute sent him the shoes he was wearing during the experiment, avoiding the dilemma that he had only one shoe.

When he returned home, he complained about the cracked shoes first, and then finished dinner as usual. At about eight o'clock, he took his torn leather shoes and found a leather goods shop in the city.

He has been here several times, but each time has been many years apart.

As soon as he entered the door, a young man greeted him, "Sir, what service do you need?"

"My leather shoes are cracked. I hope you can mend it." He took out the leather shoes in the box, and the young man shook his head after taking a look.

"Sorry, sir, your leather shoes have been deformed badly. Even if I can repair them, it won't take long for them to split again."

"These places can no longer withstand long-term use. You should change your shoes."

Kosko was silent for a while, "How long does it take to make a pair of shoes?"

"One week, sir."

Kosko nodded noncommittal, "What about the cost?"

"Ordinary cowhide only costs 49 yuan, calf leather costs 69 yuan, and the labor cost is ten yuan."

The price is not cheap, but in fact it is not expensive. The handmade pure leather shoes are very durable. Even if they are worn for heavy work, they will not easily crack. Many workers wear leather shoes and boots. reason.

If you wear a pair of shoes for three to five years, it will cost you ten or twenty yuan a year, which is within the acceptable range of most families.

Of course, there are cheaper ones. This is an old store, so it's a bit more expensive.

Kosko was silent, as if thinking, and the young clerk did not urge. After a while, Kosko suddenly asked, "Are there any crocodile skins?"

Who would use crocodile leather to make leather shoes?

The young clerk was a bit at a loss, but he didn't deny it immediately. Instead, he asked Kosko to wait for a while, "I ask the boss, I'm not sure if the crocodile skin is in our range."

The owner of the insole is an old cobbler. He is making leather boots for the officers in the city. When the clerk came in and asked him whether to do the crocodile leather shoes, his subconscious reaction was not to do it.

But soon he also froze for a while, and then put down his work, "I have heard of crocodile leather for leather bags, but I have never heard of leather shoes, maybe we can try."

This explanation... seemed to make sense. The young clerk looked at him and waited for further instructions, "Measure the size of the customer, and then go to the next door and ask if they have crocodile skin."

Next to the leather shoe store is selling leather bags and clothing. They have all kinds of tanned animal leather.

After the young clerk left, the boss came out. He looked at Kosciuszko. "I have never heard of anyone who makes shoes with crocodile leather. You are lucky. I'm willing to try."

Kosciuszko seemed to be rebutting and showing off his knowledge reserves, "I also know that shark skin can also be used as leather shoes."

"Shark skin?" The old cobbler shook his head, "That's impossible, shark skin is too soft."

"Add a little... and that's it." He said the names of some chemical materials, and the old cobbler glanced at him again, then looked down at his torn leather shoes.

He fiddled with it twice and noticed something wrong with the heel. He put the leather shoes back, and then began to take the tool to measure the foot data for Kosko.

Before long, the young clerk came back with a complete crocodile skin.

When he came back, Kosko was paying the bill, then he nodded to the young clerk and left by mistake.

The old cobbler returned to the workshop with the crocodile skin.

Kosko went back to work, and the old cobbler got up in the middle of the night.

Those conversations during the day sounded like ordinary chats, but in fact they were matching secret codes. He found Kosko’s leather shoes, opened the heel of a place that was later filled, and took out a pencil with a pencil from the inside. Thick small iron pipe.

This small iron pipe is only one inch long. It records a lot of information in cipher text, and the entire small iron pipe is in a sealed state.

The old cobbler can't open it, nor can it open it. Only when this thing returns to the country will it be opened after confirmation.

He put his things away, then crawled back to sleep again.

There are patrols with dogs passing by from time to time outside the house, and Pengjieo's intensity of catching spies is getting higher and higher, and the old cobbler has already begun to consider evacuation here.

No one came to contact him for so long, and it was only at this moment that he realized that his work had not been finished.

During the day, the old cobbler called someone to fetch the finished leather shoes and handed the small iron pipe to the other party by the way.

And this person left the local area with the small iron pipe, and got on the train to the port. The people who had them there would find a way to send this information back to Saidoras.

Corsico continues to work for the Penzio Empire, verifying the authenticity of some data obtained from other places every day.

He didn't know whether the information he sent would return to Sartoras, or whether it would have some effect on the future, he only knew that he had to do this!

Sometimes people get confused and stereotyped, just like the people on the left think that the people on the right are lunatics, while the people on the right think that the talents on the left are.

Sometimes there are not so many simple right and wrong in this world, there are only needs and no need.

Kosko quickly got his pair of crocodile boots. He put them away after wearing them for a few days and made a new pair of cowhide boots.

In his words, it was too ostentatious. People were a little surprised by his performance for such a short moment, but he quickly calmed down.

At the end of July, after finishing all the work in his hands, Kosko was lazy.

He can rest for a while, maybe it's time to take his wife out for a trip?

He seemed to have forgotten what he did before. He packed the things in a portfolio, wrapped them up, and put them on the table for inspection and reception.

After all the portfolios were taken away, he took off his underwear and came to the examination room.

"Your hemorrhoids are a bit more serious than before, Mr. Kosco." The soldier who checked has some new findings, "You should pay more attention."

"In addition, your inspection is over, you can leave."

Kosko left here after getting dressed, he bought a bunch of flowers on the road, and he also bought some cooked food, ham and so on.

Inexplicably, he had a desire, an impulse, like a bird about to leave the cage.

His steps became extraordinarily brisk, and soon he returned to the door. He tidied up his clothes, readjusted the bouquet, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and he smiled and prepared to express his feelings at this time, but the one who opened the door was an officer he had never seen before.

He saw the picture in the living room through the space around the officer.

Her wife and daughter were sitting at the table, and several soldiers were searching the room in an orderly manner.

"Professor Kosko, I'm a major of the Bureau of Confidentiality..., this is my certificate."

The officer handed over his officer ID and work permit, and at the same time invited Kao Si into the room, "Don't worry, this is just a routine job. If there are no accidents, we will leave soon."

"We are very sorry for interrupting your life, but we also hope you can understand. After all, the situation is very special now..."

Kosko made a reluctant smile, and he entered the room.

The officer looked outside the door, and the pedestrians on the sidewalk avoided his gaze. He slowly closed the door.

From the beginning of preparation for war, the Penzio people began to eliminate internal spies, and they had already caught a lot of them.

Everyone in this country is a lunatic, and it is actually very difficult to hide in a lunatic. No matter how well these outsiders hide, they may expose flaws.

It is even more said that some of them have studied abroad and have been abroad. These are the key suspects.

Some unimportant ones have already been caught.

Some were discovered by them, but they didn't catch them. They hope to catch more spies through these people.

This time ~www.readwn.com~ they have some new gains.

A native of the country who has studied in Saidoras has had a brief contact with the target person before. Whether he is a spy or not, it is necessary to conduct a strict review.

In the room, the fearful eyes of his wife and daughter made Kosko feel a little bit painful, and he comforted the two through his eyes.

Then sat on the side of the table.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but this is the emperor's order, and we only have to obey it."

The officer first expressed his attitude in a very easygoing manner, and then he suddenly said in a Saidoras accent, "You are not Kosko, who are you?"

In an instant, Kosko's heartbeat stopped, and in less than a second, all his hairs stood up and he was sweating!

He moved his lips, and asked in Penzio's accent, "If I'm not Kosco, who am I?"