Tiger Eye Detective-Cabin Fever

Untitled Part 11 - The First Code

Hu Zhendong, like Jing Dongren, is Lei Zhaoping's comrade-in-arms, and has been a squadron leader under Lei Zhaoping when he was in the army.
The three men are all Baijiang locals, and are in the same army, and in the same year, so the relationship has been very good.

The three men were all local Baijiang people, and they were all in the same army, and they were all in the same army.

After several years of hard work, with the help of the army to exercise out of the boldness and courage, when the transfer fee barely supported the small stall bed soon became a trade company, Hu Zhendong also became a business celebrity in the city of Baijiang. The rare thing is that he did not forget the former comrades, every now and then will be Lei stop and Jing Dongren about out of the wild food and drink.

But this time on the phone, Hu Zhendong did not mention Jing Dongren, Lei Zhianding knew that there must be another inside story.

It's useless to think too much, we'll know it when the time comes!

There are many things he needs to think about, but it is not easy for him to do so, because he is not the only one.

Toward Jing Dongren, he snapped his crispy fingers, "Bring me that creative murder weapon."

"COMPLIANCE!" Jing Dongren threw out a strangely voiced Korean English, picked up the piece of locking iron ring that was sitting on his desk, tightly wrapped in a plastic bag and handed it to him.

Lei stopped holding his pipe crookedly and scrutinized it carefully through the strong sunlight: the entirety of the blood-stained iron ring was made up of rough iron bars, with three joints wrapped in black tape, and the dark black bars had some not-so-strong reflections under the sunlight, and the blood on them had dried up to a dull brown color. Pressing the bump on the inside of the bottom of the knife ring, the two sides of the blade that seemed like a poisonous scorpion's tail stinger immediately opened up from side to side, like a snake's mouth that chose to devour people!

Jing Dongren came over and sat on his butt across from him, "What have you found?"

Lei Stop said without raising his eyes, "What do you think?!"

"It's a combination of parts, the blades are surgical blades that were welded on with a small gas welding tool."

Ray stopped and nodded, "Surgical blades are too easy to buy to check. But the murderer must at least have a room where he can set up a small gas welder, a vise, and a workbench, and the last step of welding on the blades he must have done himself. This black tape is for electricians, it should be used to confuse us, and we don't need to check further. These iron bars are made together, the curvature of the two sides is close to the same, the production is very rough, it should not be the handiwork of a large factory."

Jing Dongren stood up, "I'll have them get a list of all the small iron product processing factories in the city now."

Lei stops waving his hand indifferently, "I'm afraid there's not much to do in the line of iron products, it's better to let them check small gas welders, especially in the second-hand market."

"Not bad!" Jing Dongren slapped the table with a slight excitement, turned around and shouted, "Any more idlers? Come over a few!"

Lei stopped placing the ring of swords in his hand and muttered, "When encountering a situation like this, what is the best way to dispose of it? Put yourself in this person's shoes for a moment, first measure his level of intelligence, and try your best to envision what you should do in the same situation. In this case, things may become easier, for this 'Underground Judge' is also a man of supreme intelligence."

Gently, he took the crumpled paper with the code printed on it out of his pocket, "While this was typed on very cheap paper and a somewhat ink-starved printer, I'm sure it's not your own printer. What are you trying to tell me? With this traditional cipher? You want to play a game with me, and at the same time you don't want the field to become lopsided, if that would be too boring for you! Then you want to make this game fair. You want to tell me who you're going to kill next, right? Then these numbers should be a sentence right?"

Lei Pao whispered softly into the note pinched in his hand, his expression cool and calm as if he were gossiping with his own family, only the slightly narrowed eyes flickered with a sharp but intelligent light.

The restless Jing Dongren wandered over again at some point, holding his hands on the desktop with a smile and said, "Lei Gong, you don't want to let these numbers make your nerves get out of whack? But don't worry too much, I know a great psychiatrist doctor who even published a book." Rubbing his chin, he squeezed out a wicked grin, "It's called Postpartum Care for Sows!" Before the words were finished, he was already laughing maniacally until he was bent over and cupping his stomach.

Lei Stop looked at him sideways without moving, and said in a cold voice, "Are you Guo Degang?" The voice was so cold that it dropped ice.

"Uh." Jing Dongren hiccupped like a hiccup and choked back the half released laughter, scratched his scalp in embarrassment, sat down on the chair opposite Lei Pao and closed his mouth.

"Snap." Lei stop slapped the note on the table, "Quickly idle out of the fart, right? Tell me what this number represents!"

Seeing that Jing Dongren was completely dumbfounded, Lei Stop snorted coldly and pointed at the note, "The murderer is using this traditional cipher to tell us one sentence, the numbers are represented in two ways, so it should be two separate sentences each."

Jing Dongren lowered his head and looked carefully at the numbers on the note: 12, 5, 22, 9, 7, 6, 9, 22

5, /4, 3, 1, /5, 2, /2, /2, 2, /3, /4, /4, 2, /5, 2, /2, /2, 2, /3, 3, /4, 5, 34

"It should be not the month and year."

Ray stopped short of breath, "Of course it's not, don't you see two sets of identical numbers inside the first line? The largest number in the first group is 22, and that 22 appears twice. Normally such traditional passwords should be used in conjunction with a codebook, but these numbers are clearly not that kind of password."

Jing Dongren was puzzled, "Why?"

Lei stops: "Because there's no 'p' marking the number of pages in here. If there was a 'p' word, it would only prove that it requires a codebook." A sudden pause, "Unless this cross-reference codebook only has one page 。。。。"

"Newspaper! Could it be a newspaper from the day of the incident?!" Jing Dongren said aloud as his eyes lit up.

Lei Stop's eyes also suddenly lit up, but then dimmed in an instant: "Even if it's a newspaper, it has to be divided into the front and back, the first few columns, and the first few lines? This thought process is obviously wrong!" Powerlessly leaning back to the back of the chair, Lei stops grabbing the pipe that has long been extinguished, tastelessly in his mouth, murmuring vaguely, "The maximum number of the first group is 22, 22? constitutes a statement, the maximum number is 22 or greater!" The slower he spoke, the more he seemed to be touched.

"Could it be the phonetic alphabet?!" Jing Dongren suddenly said.

Lei stopped and shook his head, "Hanyu Pinyin alphabet also has to be divided into consonant and rhyme, it should be a bit simpler than Hanyu Pinyin."

"Could it be a harmonic?"

Lei stop frowned: "Harmony?"