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    Chapter 1901: Code Crisis

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

    He saw the telegram that had just been sent, asking them to eliminate the banknote expert Qingmu Rongsheng, but he had already received the news yesterday that Qingmu Rongsheng was dead.

    I don¡¯t know who assassinated him.  Kill with one shot.

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

    ¡°Damn it, you sent a message so late, don¡¯t you want to piss me off to death?¡±

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

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

    ¡­¡­

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

    It¡¯s less than six o¡¯clock. At this time, the sun has already risen very high. But those who should go to bed are still sleeping, and those who get up are already busy.

    "Boss Qian, news has come over there that the person is dead. He is now parked in the morgue of the hospital!" A subordinate ran directly to him and whispered.

    This is also one of his two correspondents. Generally, they are not sent out at will. They always use code words to communicate. 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 a secret seal that the traffic officer cannot open.

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

    "Hello, Mr. Qin? I'm Qian Dabao!"

    ¡°It turns out to be Boss Qian, hello, hello, thank you so much this morning, I¡¯ll treat you to dinner when you have time.¡± Zhang Tianhao said politely on the phone, but then he let out a big sigh.

    ¡°You¡¯re welcome, that¡¯s it, Mr. Qin, I have prepared what you want, when do you think I will deliver it to you?

    "Ready, that's great, great! Boss Qian, just watch the time, I'm not in a hurry here."

    "Okay, that's it, I'll send it to you when I go back in the evening!" Upon hearing this, Qian Jun hung up the phone directly, and then raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

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

    And Zhang Tianhao was sleeping soundly at home, but now he couldn't sleep. Zheng was dead, and he didn't know it was Qingmu Rongsheng. This assassination could only be an accident within an accident.

    He happily took out the radio, looked at the time, then connected the power, turned on the radio, picked up the headphones, and started tuning.

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

    In less than ten seconds, the other party¡¯s telegraph operator on duty answered the telegram sent by Zhang Tianhao.

    Eighteen seconds later, Zhang Tianhao turned off the radio, then unplugged the power and put it away. 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 had nothing to do, so he fell down and started to sleep. He suddenly thought of Du Lan in the basement, and a slight sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

    He got up, walked into the kitchen, picked up the pot, and walked into the basement.

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

    He has long been accustomed to this situation.

    There is no sunlight in the basement. This Du Lan has been locked up by him for half a month, and there is not even anyone to talk to.

    It¡¯s dark and humid here, and a good person might go crazy if he¡¯s locked up for half a month.

    Du Lan¡¯s performance was not as perfect as he imagined. After all, people¡¯s conditions can still feel quite depressing under certain circumstances.

    "Webmaster, Webmaster, please don't shut me down anymore, I'll say it, I'll say anything!"

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

    It¡¯s just that Zhang Tianhao found it a bit ridiculous and didn¡¯t even open his eyes.

    Zhang Tianhao looked at it, took out the medicine and injected it again. Although the fever was gone, his body was still quite weak.

    I picked up the cold porridge from last night and fed it a few mouthfuls.

    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 Du Lan out to bask in the sun. Otherwise, when he came back a week later, he might see a corpse instead of a human being.

    ¡­¡­

    In the Secret Service Section, Ning Shuang looked at the telegrams received by his operators. There was news about the Zhongtong Radio Station that he had been paying attention to. This was originally a good thing.

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

    "Can it be deciphered?"

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

    "Let's try it. It may have been reported to the superiors by Zhongtong. It was most likely about yesterday's assassination." Ning Shuang knew very well that now was the time for Zhongtong to report his merits, so how could he not report it.

    "yes!"

    "Report!"

    At this moment, another operator came in with a report.

    "Report, the military radio station has just been intercepted. They just sent the radio station. The time is twenty-six seconds and there are six characters in total. This is the telegraph code."

    A telegraph operator who came in immediately said loudly: "And we have deciphered their code. He is dead, and the killer does not know. Combined with the content of the telegram in the middle of the night, it is obviously an order from Nanjing's military commander to eliminate Mr. Qingmu, but their order is a bit unclear.  late."

    "It's not the military commander, it's the central commander. Then I should almost know the central commander's telegram code. It's nothing more than: eliminated, completed. It's most likely eliminated. You can combine these two words immediately and give me the code of some time ago.  All the electronic editors of Zhongtong will decipher it and see if it can be completed."

    "yes!"

    Ning Shuang looked at the leaving operator and couldn't help but smile. After all, this was a good opportunity, a good opportunity to decipher Zhongtong Radio.  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 had to report it.

    Even if he knew about it, he would not care about it anymore. After all, he usually reports it after the fact, not beforehand.  Only when the task is completed can it be officially reported and asked for credit.

    The only disadvantage is that the telegrams sent from above may be intercepted by the Japanese, which will cause more danger.

    And he is now planning this week, his work arrangements when he is not in Xinjing, basically explaining various trivial matters, internal personnel examinations, etc.

    He has to come up with a plan and ask Qian Jun to execute it. Qian Jun is a good executor, but he is not a strategist. He can work hard, but he cannot coordinate the overall situation to do things.  Due to various problems, the address has been changed. Please save the new address to avoid getting lost (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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