I have special communication skills

Chapter 246 Unlocking the Password
How to crack the code to stop the bombs?

Option 1: Forcibly crack.

That is to start directly from the computer, crack his firewall, and hack his computer, but if a self-destruct program is set in his computer, then he can only hehe.

Yang Mianmian thought she didn't have that ability, so she passed this one directly!

Option 2: Bomb defuse.

However, she couldn't contact Jing Chu and the others, and she couldn't even move rescuers, so she just passed!

Option 3: Find out the password.

Yang Mianmian first of course interrogated the computer: "What's the password?"

"How could I possibly tell you?" the computer asked calmly, "Give up, since the master has set a password for me, then it is absolutely impossible for me to betray!"

Yang Mianmian took a glass of water and threatened it: "Believe it or not, I will ask you to reimburse it?"

"Once someone sabotages, the bomb will explode immediately." The computer was indifferent, "You choose it yourself."

Yang Mianmian knows that they will sometimes stick to their principles and never compromise, but when it is their turn, they always hope that she is an exception.

But it was a pity that they didn't have the slightest friendship with her, and they would not do favoritism for her, so she could only find another way out.

But what is surprising is that, except for the computer, no one knows what the password is, and the other instruments are not very firm. After she threatened to smash everything, she finally told the truth: "The password is only Arthur and the computer. Yes, he never told anyone."

"Then does anyone have a clue?!" Yang Mianmian had already wasted more than ten minutes, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was burning with anxiety. Although she told herself to think calmly, sweat was already on her forehead.

Only the "Elements of Geometry" that was put aside said: "Mianmian, Arthur is a very conceited person. Although I haven't been here for a long time, I think that since he has given you such a topic, it may not It's unsolvable."

Yang Mianmian looked at it a little familiarly: "You are..."

"I was the book you borrowed and gave to Jenny that day." It said, "You always come to the library, we all know you."

Yang Mianmian was overwhelmed by being able to meet a friend who was considered an acquaintance in the vast crowd, and quickly asked, "Do you have any clues?"

"No, we never saw him write down the password." It shook its head.

Yang Mianmian went to press the pen again: "You really can't remember?"

The pencil was terrified, and replied tremblingly: "I, I really don't remember... Wuwu, don't kill me."

The paper was swallowed by Arthur, the pen couldn't remember, the computer would rather die than surrender, and none of the items could help.

Yang Mianmian put down his harsh words in a fit of anger: "I tell you, if none of you are willing to tell me that he is dead, I will set fire to this house, and no one will be able to escape!"

The computer was silent for a moment, but still stubbornly insisted: "I can't tell you the password."

"Then you can tell me other clues!" Yang Mianmian blurted out.

The computer weighed it for a while, and finally let go: "As far as I know, the password set by Arthur is not groundless, but calculated based on the manuscript he bought at an auction."

Yang Mianmian immediately turned her head: "Calculated?"

"Yes, it is said that it was a love letter written by a famous murderer to his lover in prison, but no one could understand what he wrote. Arthur studied for a long time before he figured out the answer, and in the last love letter, he The last words written to your lover are the password."

Items will not lie, Yang Mianmian glanced at the time, she has no extra time to hesitate to waste: "Where is the manuscript?"

"It's in his study upstairs." Since I'm in the first grade of junior high school, it doesn't matter if I'm fifteen, the computer abides by the creed that I can tell the clues without telling the password, and said everything that can be said.

Yang Mianmian felt that her affinity had not changed!She rushed upstairs, found a stack of manuscripts out of the drawer under the guidance of the items, and then rushed back to the basement.

"Is this it?" she asked the computer as she spread the manuscript.

It said, "This is it, I can only help you so far."

"It's enough." Yang Mianmian took a deep breath and put all his attention on the manuscript.

It was a stack of old letter papers, with slightly yellowed edges, and they were all sandwiched in a transparent plastic envelope to ensure that they would not be broken due to flipping through.

"Hi, hello." She tried to maintain a calm tone, and greeted the letter paper, "Can you do me a favor?"

The consciousness of the letter paper was already very weak, but she still gave her a response: "What can I help you with?"

"The words on your body are written with a special pattern, do you know what it is?" Yang Mianmian asked cautiously, not even daring to breathe, for fear of shattering the consciousness of the letter paper.

The letter said regretfully: "I don't know, I'm only responsible for recording what people want to leave behind, as for what people's writing means, I don't know, after all, we can't peek into people's hearts, right? "

Although she was mentally prepared, Yang Mianmian was still disappointed for a while, which proved that she could not take any shortcuts and had to figure out the answer by herself.

There are more than two hours left, can she figure out the answer that Arthur has been calculating for so long in such a short time?
Yang Mianmian smiled wryly in her heart, and Yang Xiaoyang encouraged her: "Arthur thinks he is smart, maybe he is dumber than us? The potential of the human brain is only one ten-thousandth of what we know now. If you don't try it, how will you know that you can't do it?"

"Whether it works or not, we have to try." Yang Mianmian gritted her teeth. It can be said that Jing Chu's life is tied to her head now. If she fails, she will not be able to forgive herself.

Therefore, only success, must be successful, no effort!

Yang Mianmian took a deep breath, and spread out the manuscript in front of her. Although the words on it were still composed of 26 English letters, none of them were correct, as if they were missing arms and legs.

Yang Mianmian was so upset, she bit her lip and forced herself to get rid of distracting thoughts, so that she could devote herself to revealing the secret, and before she knew it, blood was bleeding from her lip.

After 10 minutes, sweat was dripping from her temples. For ordinary people, it might not be possible to solve a high school math problem in 10 minutes, but she has memorized all the content in her mind and started to arrange and combine. Try to find any pattern that can be found.

However, even with a brain beyond the reach of ordinary people, permutations and combinations without clues cannot be completed overnight.

At this time, the letter said: "I think of something, I wonder if I can help you."

"What?" She immediately looked down at it.

"Arthur once unknowingly read my first paragraph, 'Love, my pure and sincere lover'." The letter paper racked its brains, but could only think of one clue.

Yang Mianmian was ecstatic: "Is that so, then this word means lover, let me think about it..." She quickly found out the first rule in her brain, but it would take away all the love letters from the last one. It is not easy to translate the content of the text, and it is necessary to constantly try the possibility.

However, according to her speed, even at full power, it would take about 5 hours to make it possible.

Yang Mianmian never expected to be smarter.

"This is inherent and cannot be changed, but we can use some other means." Yang Xiaoyang also went all out.

Yang Mianmian's eyes fell on the many bottles of medicine in the cabinet in the operating room, she stood up almost without thinking, opened the cabinet, and found out the most commonly used central nervous system stimulants.

She doesn't know how to adjust the ratio, but she knows that once it is used, there will be endless troubles.Xiao Huangji wanted to say something, but he knew in his heart that it was useless.

She will not hesitate, nothing is more important than him, if she doesn't do it, she will regret it for the rest of her life.

Seeing this, the computer opened its mouth again: "The ratio can't be too high, otherwise you will die suddenly due to heart overload."

Yang Mianmian listened to its suggestion and lowered the ratio of the original medicine, but even so, the first injection of this medicine made her brain enter an unprecedented and wonderful state.

The original vast library suddenly expanded, and the area covered by shadows became brighter, and all calculations became easier than before, as if the processor of the 4th generation skipped the 5th generation and went directly to the current 6th generation. generation.

"Fuck, it's so sour, will I really not die suddenly?" Yang Mianmian actually still had a faint sense of worry amidst the crazy calculations.

Fortunately, Goddess of Luck has always taken care of her. With 3 minutes before the countdown, she has deciphered the rules of writing love letters. In this way, it will be easy to apply the rules to the last love letter and translate it.

"We shall have beds full of fragrance, sofas as deep as graves, and strange flowers upon our trellises, blooming for us under a fairer sky."

If Yang Mianmian had a bit of common sense in literature, she would know that this is actually the "Death of a Lover" in Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil", which is the collection of poems that Jenny read to him by the fireplace at the very beginning .

"How many chances do I have?" Yang Mianmian stared at the computer with bright eyes.

The countdown is now 02:10.

The computer says: "1 time."

There is only one chance, if it fails... Yang Mianmian felt that her typing fingers were trembling, and she couldn't help asking: "Is this it?" There was a pleading in her tone that she didn't realize.

The computer was silent for a few seconds: "It's not letters, it's numbers."

"Number?" Yang Mianmian was startled.

Countdown 01:53.

Yang Xiaoyang suddenly remembered: "That collection of poems!" Jenny didn't read this paragraph before, but after such a long conversation, Jenny stopped talking, but she was reading her own poems from that collection of poems—this kind of reading It is not uncommon to have friends in my own text, so Yang Xiaoyang paid more attention to other clues at the time, so he just heard it and didn't remember it deeply.

But when it saw the poem just now, it felt vaguely familiar, and quickly searched the library's memory, thinking of the collection of poems.

Yang Mianmian ran upstairs again, took the poetry collection from the fireplace, and quickly flipped through it while running downstairs.

She found the paragraph and pieced together the page and line numbers into a 10-digit code.

Countdown 01:27.

"Is this it?" Yang Mianmian entered a string of numbers, but he hesitated to press the confirm button.

The computer said sternly: "I can't answer you, I've helped you enough."

00: 59.

Yang Xiaoyang gritted his teeth: "It's a bet. If we lose, we will die together. No one is afraid of the other!"

Yang Mianmian felt that the original action of tapping the keyboard was unexpectedly pressed down by Mount Tai. She forgot whether it was because she mustered up the courage to press it down, or because her fingers twitched and accidentally touched it.

But no matter what it was, the confirm button was still pressed.

The second of waiting seemed as long as a century.

I only heard a beep from the computer, and the countdown stopped.

The computer said: "You made the right bet, congratulations."

Yang Mianmian couldn't hold on any longer, her hands and feet went limp, and she lay prone on the console, her clothes were already drenched in cold sweat, and she was as embarrassed as if she had been fished out of the water.

Amidst the great joy and the fear of the rest of her life, she buried her face in her arms and wept bitterly.

(End of this chapter)