Deep in the dense forests of Cangwu Province, Major Hideo Kuroki of the Special High School Division sent a top-secret telegram to the Fuso Military Headquarters: Three days later, we will attack our 103rd Division headquarters at night. The leader of the cryptography team, Shen Zhuyun, intercepted the message and started battlefield deductions - the pain was like a steel needle piercing his head. He gritted his teeth and calculated the enemy's marching route, ammunition supply, and flank weaknesses. "The mountain road on the left was mined, the right was ambushed in the dense forest, and the mortar company blew up the arsenal." He marked each coordinate tremblingly. That night, the Japanese squadron stepped into the trap and flames shot into the sky. The Special High School was furious and ordered everyone to change the encryption system - if it is deciphered again, we will permanently lose our intelligence source. What's even more fatal is that there are whispers from inside: Someone leaked Shen Zhuyun's deduction data to Heimu in advance. The translator he trusted most had trembling hands.
Lead-gray clouds pressed against the outline of Cangwu Provincial City, and the air was moist and sticky, like an old water-soaked rag covering your face.
Shen Yezhou unbuttoned the second button of his collar and touched a soybean-sized rash on the side of his neck with his fingertips.
He glanced at it and didn't care.
The code book on the table was open on page 37, with twelve intercepted telegrams stacked next to it.
The top one is a commercial message sent to Shanghai by Fuso Cangwu Trading Co., Ltd., And the content is about the fluctuation of tung oil purchase price.
"Here we go again."
Lin Xiaoqian leaned over from the next table, glanced at the red "Shang" stamp on the header of the telegram, and then retracted it to continue copying.
Shen Yezhou didn't answer.
He turned the message sideways and copied the number string in the blank space with a pencil:
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