We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 41 The Iron Triangle Meets Again

The next day, the South Jiangsu loitering iron triangle, once famous in Nanjing, and people hated to watch dogs, gathered again (they actually gather every week) at 804, Building 11, Zhongqin Garden, Meihua Villa, just like the young heroes after many years of separation. Reunion, returning to the capital is a thousand miles of smoke and waves. Some people are born to change the world, such as eliminating the spicy crayfish on the roadside stalls, for example, desperately bargaining to make the food stall owner make two yuan less, coveting a staggered time. The greasy light trembles with the fat layer on the beer belly, ah, this dreamlike wave, this is a wave that belongs exclusively to middle-aged men.

   "Parents, I'm back." Bai Yang finished today's exam, entered the entrance to change shoes, and recognized the person sitting in the living room at a glance, "Uncle Zhao, Uncle Wang!"

  On the shiny head is Uncle Wang.

  The tortoiseshell glasses must be Uncle Zhao.

  Wang Ning, Zhao Bowen and Dad are sitting on the sofa and chatting in the living room, and Mom is cooking in the kitchen.

"There is nothing to be busy recently. There is only one large astronomical observation project, which was jointly undertaken by many countries. The object is the massive black hole in the center of the Milky Way...Yo, Yang Yang is back!" Zhao Bowen raised his head, "You will take a monthly test today. How was your test?"

  "It's okay, anyway, I finished writing my English composition." Bai Yang took off his schoolbag and carried it in his hand.

   "Xiao Yang, take us to see your abduction machine." Wang Ning got up, "Look at what's going on."

  Papa and Zhao Bowen also got up. The reason why Audio-Technica is here is because of the Icon725.

   "Okay." Bai Yang nodded, "It's in my room."

  Last night, Bai Yang woke up his father from his sleep.

  Obviously, my father doesn’t believe in his son’s rhetoric...What’s wrong with your kid, who wakes me up in the middle of the night to make up a story with me?

  Although he is asleep, his IQ is still there.

   Bai Yang said that you don’t believe it, it’s okay, anyway you can’t do anything, so I can help call Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhao, I told them, they just believe it.

The next day, Dad called the two older brothers. Bai Yang repeatedly emphasized that he was eager and must be there as soon as possible. So Wang Ning and Zhao Bowen went to the house together that afternoon, but apparently they also did not believe in Bai Zhen’s rhetoric, Lao Bai What's wrong with you, calling yourself in a hurry to make up stories for yourself?

  Bai Zhen is also helpless. It's not that I want to make up stories for you, but my son wants to make up stories for you.

  Bai Yang put down his schoolbag, sat in a chair, and turned on the radio expertly, and the light yellow LCD screen lit up.

  Three adults squeezed into the room and stood behind him.

  Wang Ning glanced at the table, "What age is it, why are you still so primitive, Xiao Yang, are you the entire FT8?"

   "My mother usually doesn't let me use the computer." Bai Yang said dully.

   "14255 right?" Wang Ning asked, "how much power?"

  "5W."

  "5W is doing shortwave DX?" Wang Ning tweeted a few times, "Xiao Yang, do you like to play QRP?"

   "I don't dare to make it bigger." Bai Yang said weakly, "I don't even have a certificate. Do you think I don't want a 100-watt loudspeaker."

   "Look, Lao Bai, what did you do? What about the responsibility of your guardian?"

   "Go go, stop talking nonsense."

"Just now in the electromagnetic environment of Qinhuai District, can shortwave DX still play?" Zhao Bowen asked, "I haven't touched this thing for many years. When we were young, the signal was better, sometimes It goes to XY and VK, is it okay now?"

   "It was still connected to P5 before."

   "Where is P5?"

   "North Korea."

"When we were young, it had been twenty years ago, and it's not working anymore now." Wang Ning shook his head, "I can't hear what this abductee says when I sit in the office. The electromagnetic environment is almost the same. force."

  The three old clappers started chatting on their own.

   "What's the other party's name?" Wang Ning asked.

   "BG4MSR." Dad replied.

  "Have you heard this call sign?" Zhao Bowen asked, "Is there such a person?"

"No." Wang Ning shook his head, "This matter is a bit weird. Some time ago, Lao Bai also came to ask me this call sign. Lao Bai said that Xiao Yang played a short wave and got a girl, and the chat was full of enthusiasm. "

   "There is no heat! There is no such thing as me and me! I am and I am without you!" Bai Yang was watching on the channel, taking off his headphones in annoyance, turning his head to correct him, blushing with anger.

  He glared at the old man.

  With the cheeky of the old man, he is naturally invulnerable.

  "Well, there is no enthusiasm. You are a pure and noble revolutionary friendship." Wang Ning continued, "Because Lao Bai was drinking with me when he said this..."

  "What to drink?" Mom quietly probed from behind the door.

  The temperature in the room dropped sharply by eight degrees.

  The three men tightened their scalps at the same time, holding their breath.

  "Drink...Drink tea." Wang Ning said.

   Ma’s grim gaze swept over the three of them one by one, and then disappeared behind the door of the room, leaving behind a cold snort.

  The three men breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Why there is no sound when Xiaowen walks." Wang Ning asked in a low voice, "Is this really scary?"

   "You know it." Lao Bai whispered, "I live in ghost movies every day."

  "Go on to talk about business, then what?" Zhao Bowen.

"We were drinking tea at the time. I think Lao Bai drank a bit too much. Tea polyphenols were on his head, so I didn't worry about it. Later, I listened to it casually when the committee was on duty. On 14255, I could only hear the little ones. Yang’s voice is the only one on the entire channel, and I can still hear his voice.” Wang Ning continued, “but the signal is too bad. I never heard him clearly.”

  "What about BG4MSR?" Zhao Bowen asked.

   "There is no such person." Wang Ning said.

"This is also what makes me strange. I didn't believe it at first, but I couldn't explain it when I was unable to hear the signal." Bai Yang turned around and hung the earphones around his neck. "I met Uncle Wang last time, Wang Uncle said that I was talking to myself on the channel, but I was clearly talking to BG4MSR."

  "Is it encrypted?" Zhao Bowen asked.

   "It's impossible." Wang Ning and Bai Zhen shook their heads together.

  "How sensitive is the monitoring on the undeclared side?" Zhao Bowen asked.

  "Full frequency band coverage in the whole city." Wang Ning said, "Unless you are an encrypted military channel, you may not be able to hear it."

   "It's weird." Zhao Bowen also felt strange, "What new technology is this? Or what electromagnetic magic?"

As a professor of physics, Zhao Bowen couldn’t believe the story of time travel. His first reaction was some new technology or some clever technique, which could make the signal avoid uncontrollable monitoring and at the same time make an old one. The old Icom725 received...Zhao Bowen looked around, trying to find out if there is a concealed optical fiber under the radio.

  "Professor, what are your opinions?" Bai Zhen asked.

"I don’t make any judgments. Hearing is fictitious, seeing is believing. Let’s see with our own eyes. Regardless of whether Yang Yang’s story is true or not, let’s see what is going on first. Let Yang Yang speak again tonight. Try it on BG4MSR. If it works, we must first figure out how the signal came from. If we can track and locate the signal source in reverse, then the truth can be revealed." Zhao Bowen said, "Yang Yang, you usually do What time do you talk to her?"

   "After ten o'clock in the evening."

  The three of them took out their mobile phones from their pockets and glanced at the time.

  It is 8:45 in the evening.

   "Pharaoh, do you have a spectrum analyzer over there?"

   "Yes." Lao Wang nodded, "I will let Wuyou bring one."

  After that, he took out his mobile phone and dialed:

"Hello? Xiao Zhu? Ah yes, I am me, can you do me a favor... Just bring me a spectrum analyzer, the larger one, on the shelf next to my desk, white Yes, yes, yes, yes, send it to Meihuashanzhuang Community, Muyiyuan Street, good, thank you!"

  Pharaoh is the kind of unscrupulous leader who will call people more than eight o’clock in the evening to arrange tasks.

  (End of this chapter)