Chapter 800 The Code Book (2, ask for a monthly ticket)
If it doesn't burn, it may be torn and thrown out.
Fang Buwei was happy and looked at the pile of paper scraps again: "Let me find a few more people to come up and give me a gift..."
spell?
Feng Jiashan looked at the pile of paper scraps and felt disgusting.
Chief Fang, don’t you smell the stench?
As long as you spend enough money, if you ask others to eat shit, someone will do it.
Part of this pack of confetti was really picked up by a servant from the Huangfu family from the toilet carton.
"Don't want to do it?" Fang Buwei snorted coldly, "Then I'll change someone?"
Just in an instant, Feng Jiashan was shocked and sweated.
Although Fang Buwei doesn't have a good face and sometimes even takes action, it's the first time to say such heavy words.
"I'm wrong with my job!" Feng Jiashan immediately admitted his mistake.
"You don't think about it carefully. What kind of life did you live just after you arrived at the secret service?" Fang Buwei scolded.
Feng Jiashan lowered his head deeply.
People are inevitably satisfied with ambitions, and Fengjiashan is no exception.
Fang Buwei glared at Feng Jiashan, put on gloves, and opened the cloth bag containing paper confetti.
What is this?
When handling the case in his previous life, he even skipped the dry toilet in order to find evidence and clues.
"Sir, I'll come... I'll come... I know I'm wrong..." Feng Jiashan was so anxious that he almost cried.
"Go and find two tweezers to come over, and your hands and feet are lighter!"
Fang Buwei explained, took off his gloves and threw them to Feng Jiashan.
Some of the shredded papers were soaked in water, but they were already soaked.
"I understand!"
There was a lot of paper scraps, and Feng Jiashan called three subordinates to join the Tuji to fight together.
Fang Buwei put the blank manuscript paper and waste paper on his desk and started researching one by one.
There were not many words on the few pieces of waste paper, and it seemed to be a speech. Fang Buwei glanced at it and threw it aside.
He took the blank manuscript paper and walked to the window, looking carefully in the sun.
There are no marks on the first one...
There isn't the second one!
When he saw the third picture, Fang Buwei suddenly opened his eyes wide.
There is only half of this piece of paper, which is obviously left after being cut.
Moreover, the paper texture and pattern are exactly the same as the note with a password.
Fang Buwei took a closer look and found that there were some marks of handwriting on this half piece of paper, as if there were numbers, as well as a few Chinese characters and Japanese.
Is this one?
Did these marks be browsed when Huang Jun compiled the password?
Even professionals like Qi Zhenjiang and Wen Yuqing will inevitably have errors and omissions when compiling codes, let alone Huang Jun?
When Huang Jun compiles, errors will inevitably occur, and there will definitely be corrections. It is impossible to compile them all at once.
The safest way is naturally to copy it on the new paper after modifying the original manuscript.
Fang Buwei estimated that the part that was cut off on this half should be the note that Huang Jun handed over to himself after copying the password.
The marks Fang Buwei sees now are probably left by Huang Jun when he compiles information, copying and modifying them.
If you guessed right or not, you will know once you compare it.
Fang Buwei ran to the desk quickly and carefully spread the half piece of paper onto the desktop.
Then he picked up a pencil and quickly scraped the toner on the refill with a dagger.
After scraping, he used the dagger's plane to crush the toner thinner, then shoveled it up with the dagger and evenly sprinkled it on the half piece of paper.
Fang Buwei carefully brought the half piece of paper to the window and blew a lightly.
Most of the toner was blown away, leaving only a little.
With the sunshine, Fang Buwei saw several sets of numbers appearing on the marks that had toner left.
And they are separated in groups.
Some two-digit numbers, some three-digit numbers, and the most are six-digit numbers.
There are several sets of numbers that are marked with Chinese characters and Japanese, and 80% of them are the meanings represented by these sets of passwords.
Fang Buwei became more and more excited the more he looked at it.
He put the half piece of paper on the table, picked up the pen and wrote it on a blank piece of paper.
The code he wrote on the note Huang Jun gave to the Japanese.
Although I remember it clearly in my mind, it is still more intuitive to compare it in my hand.
In less than two minutes, Fang Buwei wrote down more than 100 numbers. He picked up the half piece of paper that had been applied toner, and compared it carefully with one piece in hand.
"66..." Fang Buwei silently read it and searched it among more than a hundred numbers.
Found it!
These sets of numbers with imprints do exist, and they are very close to each other on the paper strip.
That's right, the marks on this half piece of paper are the password.
There are also a few Chinese characters and Japanese.
The clearest thing is a Japanese word, compared with the set of numbers "2614".
イギリス
This means "British" in Japanese.
What does the information conveyed by Huang Jun have to do with the UK?
Could it be that the chairman was waiting for mediation between the United Kingdom and the United States?
Everyone in the world knows the Chairman's attitude, why does Huang Jun need to write a note?
It's definitely not that simple.
Fang Buwei continued to read.
There are three other Chinese characters, one is "white" and the other is "little car".
But the code that compares these words is too vague and cannot be recognized.
Fang Buwei looked through again, but no longer found the manuscript paper with marks.
But he was not disappointed.
It is already very good to see so much information based on just half of the printed paper.
Moreover, the pile of confetti has not been finished yet. There are many pieces of paper in it that are the same as this half of the manuscript paper, and there are words on it.
Fang Buwei walked to Tuji with two pieces of paper.
Feng Jiashan and his three men were still fighting, and the table was filled with pieces of paper.
Fang Buwei looked at it and saw that Feng Jiashan first divided a pile of paper confetti into several small piles according to the color and pattern of the paper, and then began to spell together.
Not too stupid!
Fang Buwei complained in his heart.
He looked at it and found that one of the team members was specially wearing a pile of soaked paper, looking at the patterns, exactly the same as the half piece of paper in his hand.
Soaked in water?
Fang Buwei's eyes lit up and patted the team member's shoulder, allowing him to move out of his position.
If Huang Jun had finished editing passwords before, he would use fire to destroy traces, and then he would almost burn the study. After he could not use fire, it would definitely be impossible to just tear the original password and would definitely use other methods to destroy it.
No fire, water.
Just soak the handwriting on it will be soaked off.
Fang Buwei looked at it. The piece was not as big as a child's palm. Most of the handwriting on it was blurred. There were only a few pieces of paper, and the handwriting on it could be seen.
There are numbers, Chinese characters, and Japanese...
Chapter completed!