With a broken heart, Chu Yu followed to the conference room. Muyu usually works in the technical department office, and she is the only one in the entire office, and she has no problem lying down and typing. But when something needs to be discussed, I will move the conference room and sometimes use a projector.
Chu Yu looked at her now, and there was a barrage of "Something, something important, something very important" floating above her head. It was still fluorescent and couldn't be turned off.
Muyu didn't talk nonsense, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and asked, "Do you remember it?"
Chu Yu looked at the black, shoddy mobile phone, and said without hesitation, "Xiao Huaihua's mobile phone, I didn't forget it."
Muyu turned on the phone, called up the information page, and handed it over: "I have been trying to restore its data and restore important information, but it seems to be like this, the age of the machine is not short, but there is no useful information in it, and I can't check it. I got to my contacts, but at 1:30 this morning, I received a text message on my phone."
Chu Yu looked at the screen of the mobile phone and saw a string of numbers: 31276.
She quit and tried to read other text messages, but they were all professional greetings from the operator.
Muyu: "On this one, I located the mobile phone number. The last time it was used was in Wangjiang City, but it has now been abandoned."
This is an itchy discovery. If the number can be located, it is estimated that someone else made a mistake. However, this kind of content is inexplicable and the number suddenly loses contact. Most of the time, the problem is not a big problem.
Chu Yu raised his eyes with uncontrollable anticipation in his eyes, hoping that the next sentence of Master Mu Yu would explain the digital content and turn the numbers into key information.
Muyu was uncomfortable with her eyes, touched the tip of her nose, sat in front of the computer, and pretended to be flipping through things: "This string of numbers looks strange, I have tried to decipher it with the homophony of numbers, Morse code, and the corresponding alphabet. , but the resulting content is illogical.”
When Chu Yu saw it, his first reaction was the number ***, but he was a little smaller, "Could it be the first few?"
"There are five-digit numbers, but they are ashes, the earliest batch. I checked and the number has been monitored, but it has not been online for a long time."
Chu Yu pulled out the office chair, sat down and thought slowly, "Street number?"
Muyu: "It seems that there is no street number like this?"
Chu Yu: "FM?"
Muyu took a deep breath and made a "stop" gesture: "Chu, I think I have tried everything you can think of, and I am sure that I can't solve it for the time being, so I called you down."
Chu Yu put the phone on the table, folded his hands and stared at it, wishing he could see through the screen and see the face of the person who sent the text message.
"Don't you think it's strange? According to this person's way of doing things, he should be very cautious, not only we can't find others, but also can't read the content of his text messages, but he should know that Xiao Huaihua has been arrested and his mobile phone has been confiscated. When I send a text message, Xiao Huaihua can't read it."
Chu Yu didn't lift his eyelids, and now the barrage in front of him was replaced by five numbers, flashing with a hula-la, "But we can't crack it, can't we? If we can't crack it, what will we do?"
Muyu's eyes rolled, and finally, he must, "Ask Xiao Huaihua?"
Chu Yu nodded, straightened up, and leaned back on the mesh chair, "Yes, that person sent it to Xiao Huaihua's mobile phone, which means she can read it, which also means that that person has an unusual relationship with her. Specialized password communication."
Muyu closed the computer. She has been staring at the screen to search here and there since she woke up, but the results were all invalid information, which was equivalent to being rejected dozens of times by Ugly, and now she is tired of looking at the screen.
"You didn't speculate at first that Xiao Huaihua committed the crime alone and could not cooperate with others?"
For a while, Chu Yu didn't say anything. People with antisocial personality disorder usually act impulsively, but also premeditated, but this premeditated plan is also their own plan.
Being anti-social is itself a rejection of contact with people, and is hostile to the human species, and a person with an anti-social personality disorder cannot share such a private matter with others, let alone cooperate with others, and consider each other’s feelings of crime.
If ordinary criminals are bullets, sometimes single-shot, sometimes in combination with other bullets, a hail of bullets, then antisocial personality disorder is a bomb. Alone, alone, but with amazing destructive power.
Xia Yihan has never seen anyone around her since she appeared. Although some people rented her a house and helped her send flowers, they were hired by her and belonged to a naked financial relationship with a different nature.
High-IQ sociopaths don't cooperate with people, they just play with clapping opinions and make others work for them.
But the person who sent the text message obviously didn't look like someone who worked for Xia Yihan. Just by using the secret code, you could see that their relationship was extraordinary.
Chu Yu crossed his fingers and put it on the table. Although his tone was still unhurried, but he pretended to have a few pounds of doubts and thoughts, which inevitably became heavier, "She really doesn't know how to cooperate with people, but this person who texts is not like that. The relationship with her is purely financial, because the news of the arrest of the phantom of Sophora japonica has been flying all over the sky, and the person who has done business with her is too late to hide, and will not send text messages to challenge our search level, so this person should be special. ."
She had already guessed in her heart, but the words were not pointed out. Muyu followed the words and guessed, as if muttering to herself: "But under what circumstances will he have to send text messages? On the one hand, he is in danger of being exposed, on the other hand On the one hand, the information may not reach Xiao Huaihua at all... Anyway, I would rather the content of the text message remain a mystery than to give it to Xiao Huaihua, begging her to crack it."
Chu Yu looked at her, but before he could express his opinion, Muyu opened his mouth again, squinting his eyes, at this moment it was like the pupils of a cat, his eyes focused and sharp, "Or this person knows that Xiao Huaihua will take it again. Go back to the phone, learn the content of the text message, and then reply to him…”
Chu Yu stood up, "Now, all kinds of situations are possible. As long as there is a basis, we can make a bold guess. It is better to make the analysis more difficult in the early stage, and not to miss any possibility..."
With the official cliché on his lips, Chu Yu walked out the door, "I'm going to inform Datuo and Xiaobang, and by the way, I'll also call Wu Ke. Let's brainstorm together and see if we can crack it."
The Nth case analysis meeting of the Huaihua Project was held. Song Qingyang and Wu Ke arrived on time. Fang Datuo was still immersed in the analysis of the inspection results. Chu Yu was concerned about the case, but also about Xia Yihan's condition, so he did not notify Fang Datuo. , Waiting for a few days for his head to hang beams and cones to pierce the shares, and give a detailed report.
When Wu Ke came in, his neck was cold and he couldn't help standing up his collar. Knowing that Xia Yihan was upstairs, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and look up, for fear that the little devil would suddenly escape from prison and fall from the sky.
Although he is familiar with the structure of Superman, the exits are all intelligently controlled, and without a password, it is difficult to fly even with fairy wings.
But the shadow left by the Phantom of Sophora japonica was too intense, and it gave him the illusion that it was a prison cell made of diamonds, and it couldn't contain the ghost Xia Yihan.
When he came to Superman this time, Wu Ke knew that something big was happening. A field worker like him, who had been away for many years, was called back to the headquarters. Either the boss wanted to be fired, or there was an urgent and confidential task, so he had to say it face to face.
"Ako, you have been in the Public Security Bureau all the year round, and you should have a good understanding of anti-drug, anti-terrorism and other departments. Like those teams dealing in drugs, smuggling or prostitution, many of them will use code to communicate. You have seen the use of numbers. ?"
Wu Ke looked at the string of numbers and touched his head, which was cut into an inch, "I've seen a lot of secret words. I used to join an MLM organization, and the people in it had their own faction and invented a lot of novel names, such as calling each The den is the dormitory, the development of the offline is called an invitation, and the title is also used indiscriminately, what managers, salesmen, and elites.
Most of them are text, but some dens have too many people. The director will give the salesman a number, such as 30007, 40118. The first number represents the location of the dormitory, that is, the den. The last two numbers represent the order of entry into the organization, and then The middle number represents the contribution to the organization, that is, the downline of development. The larger the middle number, the higher the level. Every day, the salesman will wear a name tag with a number on his chest. , have to bow and say hello. "
Muyu: "I really didn't think about the ID number, but if it's an ID number, what's the point of sending it over? Do you remind Xiao Huaihua to pay attention to your identity?"
Chu Yu rubbed his chin with his fingertips, "There is also a possibility that Xiao Huaihua has been missing for more than four years, and for more than four years, she exists in a new place with a new identity, and this string of numbers is her ID number."
Wu Ke nodded: "If it is an identity code, then each number should have a representative meaning, but there is no way to decipher it without a specific environment."
After thinking about it for a while, Chu Yu knew that it was really the case. For example, like 30007 in a pyramid scheme, if the police didn't sneak into the den and experience it for themselves, even if they thought about it, they couldn't figure out what it meant.
Muyu couldn't solve it when she heard it. Although the burden of the task was no longer on her shoulders, she couldn't be happy either, which meant that if she wanted to know the meaning of the number string, she had to ask Xia Yihan to come out. No matter what, she didn't want Xia Yihan to have access to any outside information - what's the difference between handing over a gun to the bank robber Jiang Yang
Chu Yu thought for a moment, and felt that Xia Yihan still had to use Xia Yihan to decipher the digital content, but she would not let her know it directly, but indirectly test it, such as playing a number game with her to see how sensitive she was to certain numbers. If it was her identity code, she would definitely remember it very familiarly, and she would say it subconsciously.
Chu Yu put forward his own ideas, and Wu Ke and Muyu began to give opinions. They are both conservatives, for fear that a temptation could not be done well, and Xiao Huaihua would see through it and make her a tiger.
Song Qingyang, who had been silent all the time, turned the office chair and contributed his own ideas: "Do these five numbers represent five characters? For example, the characters typed out with a five-stroke keyboard?"
Muyu: "I have tried every input method, and it can be converted into Chinese characters, but it doesn't make sense."
"Or, the numbers represent the strokes of Chinese characters?"
The wooden fish didn't squeak immediately, and placed both of them on the keyboard without moving.
Chu Yu originally preferred the number to be an identity code, and it was meaningless to look at it separately, but since the little sticks have been brought up, they cannot be ignored.
"Xiaoyu, why don't you give it a try?"
Muyu has an obvious action of swallowing saliva, and his throat is astringent: "If it is a stroke, there are so many Chinese characters corresponding to each stroke, and there are almost countless possibilities!"
Chu Yu nodded: "Yes, just choose a meaningful combination in it."
As soon as Muyu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stiffened his neck, he took on an all-night stance, "Okay, I'll make a program to screen out the Chinese characters first, and then arrange all the combinations."
Chu Yu looked at the time and asked the feeling of Party A urging the draft, "How long will it take you?"
Muyu raised his coffee cup, "One night."
Chu Yu nodded, took Qingyang and Wu Ke out of the conference room, and brought a bucket of coffee for Muyu in, and instructed her: If you are really sleepy, just get up and jump for a while, and you can play a hi song, they are not too noisy.
In the evening, Muyu lit up the lights in the conference room on the second floor, Fang Datuo lit up the giant lights in the research room on the fifth floor, and the cooking task fell to Chu Yu. She lived up to her expectations, boiled a large pot of noodles, and fed the whole place. After I was full, I went up to the third floor to accompany Xia Yihan.
Xia Yihan was sitting at the pool table, holding a large bowl of noodles, eating happily.
Chu Yu watched her eat, and counted the strokes of the three characters "Xia Yihan", Xia-10 strokes, Yi-6 strokes, Han-12 strokes, and they didn't match.
31276
However, the 12 in the middle matches the word "cold", and the corresponding word for the 3 in the front should be...
Chu Yu's fingers unconsciously began to write on the pool table. There were not many commonly used words in 3 drawings, and she quickly found the word.