Chapter 149: Codebook?
Chapter 149 Codebook?
"Really?" Mo Fan smiled noncommittally, "What if they don't use language or words to communicate?"
Zheng Tao was stunned for a moment, did not use language or words to communicate? That…
Seeing Zheng Tao's bewildered expression, Mo Fan smiled faintly: "Have you ever observed what kind of gifts are in that gift from the great benefactor?"
"This... I have never observed it." Zheng Tao shook his head.
"There must be clues to those things! Maybe not in quality, but at least in quantity." Mo Fan said firmly, "Wang Hua returned the things, presumably a good one, and then Zhang Dashan distributed the things to the people, you can It is said to be doing good deeds, but from another perspective, can it be understood as destroying evidence?"
Mo Fan's words seemed to suddenly open a window for Zheng Tao!
That's right, Mr. Zhang Dashan distributed things to the common people. With so many people filling the streets, he was destroying the evidence in disguise!
Then Zheng Tao asked again: "This specific number, I can let Fu Qing pay attention to it next time, but what is the significance of this number? How should we translate it?"
Mo Fan said: "This is up to you to deliberate on your own, as long as you find the codebook, you can deduce it."
"Codebook?" Zheng Tao was at a loss.
"Yes, after keeping in touch with them, what did Wang Hua do? The main thing is to observe what books he read. Also, you should also remember what Wang Hua threw out. This may be what he passed on to Zhang Da. A message from a good man.”
Zheng Tao was shocked when he heard this!
There is still such an operation? If it is as Mo Fan guessed, Wang Hua's scheming is too deep.
This way of conveying information is simply unheard of!
Based on what he said, these years, every year and festival, Wang Hua has used this method to send news to the Blue Flame Empire. The Tianxuan Empire has almost no secrets in front of the Blue Flame Empire!
This feeling is simply creepy.
Thinking of this, Zheng Tao couldn't wait any longer: "Senior, the Ghost Festival will be in a few days, presumably Zhang Dashan will go to the prime minister's mansion to give gifts, so I'll go discuss preparations with Fu Qing and the others!"
Mo Fan nodded: "Go."
After speaking, Mo Fan waved his hand, and the white mist dissipated.
Zheng Tao opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the snow-white ceiling and his sleeping wife beside him.
"Is this a dream?" Zheng Tao couldn't believe it. He actually dreamed of Mo Fan, the Emperor of War, in his dream, and he even offered constructive suggestions for the problems he encountered now.
Zheng Tao felt uneasy in his heart: "Is this true?"
After pondering for a moment, Zheng Tao gritted his teeth, whether it was a real Mofanto dream or his own imagination, there is always a new way of thinking.
At present, their investigation process has come to a standstill, and there is no other way, but if there is any effect, they must try it.
Trying to control himself so as not to wake up his sleeping wife, Zheng Tao appeared outside the window in a flash.
The clothes on his body have been dressed neatly, and his face has returned to the appearance of a vicissitudes old man. After a few ups and downs, he disappeared into the night.
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Guozijian, a small courtyard of the Academy of Arts.
"You don't sleep with your wife in your arms at night, what are you doing calling us here?" Huage complained drunkenly with her chest open, hugging a wine gourd.
Just now he was drinking alone in front of the bright moon, and just when he was drunk, he was dragged here by Zheng Tao in a hurry.
Fu Qing on the side was sleepy, yawning again and again, with a listless look who had just been dragged out of the bed.
Looking at the two far-fetched guys in front of him, Zheng Tao felt confused about the future, and said through gritted teeth, "Wang Hua has no clue at all. We are being played like monkeys. You still have the mind to sleep? Do you still have the mind to drink?"
While talking, he couldn't remember at all, and he just woke up from his sleep.
"Alcohol can make me sober, and I can think better!" Huage said boldly, and took another big gulp of wine.
Fu Qing also shook his head and changed his mind: "If you don't eat enough and sleep enough, how can you have the energy to deal with Wang Hua?"
"Do you have any new discoveries?" Then the two asked in unison.
Zheng Tao nodded: "I thought of something just now! There must be something wrong with Zhang Dashan..."
After that, he analyzed what Mo Fan had done to him in detail.
But he didn't mention Mo Fan, maybe because things like Tuo Meng were too fantastic, or maybe he didn't have the confidence to exist Mo Fan, so he decided not to mention him for the time being.
Listening to Zheng Tao's analysis, the drunkenness on Hua Ge's face disappeared, and Fu Qing instantly sobered up.
"You mean, they pass on the information through the number of gifts?" Hua Ge was shocked.
He is also the number one scholar in the literary examination, and his conceit and intelligence must be higher than Wang Hua, but he has been led by the nose by Wang Hua recently, which has hit him hard.
Now that he heard that Wang Hua could still come up with such a magical way to convey information, he felt deeply frustrated.
With his intelligence, how could he fail to understand how concealed the method Zheng Tao said?
There is also the so-called code book, as long as the corresponding text is found from a predetermined book through a special combination of numbers, the information you want to pass can be combined!
"Well, that's it." Zheng Tao nodded, and he could see that Huage had already understood the principle.
I have to admit that among the three of them, Hua Ge has the fastest adaptability and the best mind.
Huage turned his head directly and asked Fu Qing: "Old Fu, what was the situation that day? Can you repeat it again? Do you still remember? It's best to remember the quantity!"
Fu Qing understood the whole story after a while, and nodded: "I can roughly remember the exact number. Mr. Zhang Dashan visited that day and brought ten sticks of old ginseng and a box of pearls..."
"But Wang Hua still didn't take it as usual. At that time, he threw all the things out, and by the way he also drove Zhang Dashan out. While driving him away, Wang Hua angrily scolded Zhang Dashan not to come again. And knocked over a lot of things."
"In the end, Zhang Dashan distributed the things to the common people as usual."
"Wait? What did you scold? What things were knocked over? Do you remember?" Huage suddenly asked with his eyes brightened.
According to the logic, with the level of King Huawu, throwing something, not to mention knocking it over, can control even a vibration. How could this happen?
Although Mr. Zhang Dashan came here to give gifts, he didn't ask Wang Hua to do things for his own sake. Besides, he also had a good reputation spread among the people on weekdays.
How much anger is it that provokes Wang Huatang, a strong martial king, who can't even do this bit of control?
Something is wrong! Hua Ge immediately noticed that there must be something strange.
Fu Qing pondered for a while, then scratched his head: "This, I really don't remember exactly."
Suddenly, his eyes widened: "You mean, the mystery of the news that Wang Hua wanted to convey to Mr. Zhang Dashan is hidden in this overturned gift?"
(end of this chapter)