Song Shutian gave Jiang Qiao a knowing smile and said, "You... I don't even know what to say. Okay, let me finish my meal first—"

After Jiang Qiao tidied up the table and cleaned up the kitchen, Song Shutian took out two letters. They had obviously been opened. Jiang Qiao was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on.

"You stole the letter so blatantly?"

Song Shutian gave a wry smile. "Dealing with this old devil is really not easy. In the past, after he finished reading the letters he received, he would destroy them. Of course, he couldn't burn them; he would just tear them up and flush them down the toilet."

Jiang Qiao wasn't in a hurry to read the two letters, but instead asked a seemingly unrelated question.

"May I ask how this person communicated with the outside world before? Was the address always the same, or were there other methods?"

Song Shutian sighed, "Speaking of which, the prison wasn't very strict about this before. They didn't keep records. It was only after your uncle came that he started recording all the letters from the outside world. I checked, and he didn't send many letters, but they were all sent to the same address. I've already had someone check, and there's no such address."

Jiang Qiao pondered for a moment, "Where did the letter go? Was there a problem inside the prison, or at the post office?"

Song Shutian smiled and nodded, "That's a good question. I've already had someone check the mail carrier and the post office here. The letter has already been delivered, so the problem might be with the post office over there. Our comrades there have already started investigating, so we don't need to worry about that for now."

Jiang Qiao pursed her lips and shook her head. "The address on this envelope is even more unreliable. Not only will we definitely not be able to find the person, but the person who wrote the letter might be a hundred and eight thousand miles away."

After saying that, she opened the first letter and saw that it was a letter that had been glued back together. Jiang Qiao exclaimed in admiration, "You guys are really something. Did you get the thief inside to help you?"

Song Shutian gave a thumbs up. "Impressive! You could even guess that. This is the only way I could think of. Take a look at the contents first. It's all very vague. I can't understand that old Japanese devil's reply at all."

Jiang Qiao read the letter once and thought the characters looked so awkward. He didn't recognize them at all, or rather, the characters weren't written normally. If you said they were Chinese characters, they weren't written like that. If you said they were foreign languages, they didn't look like them either.

"What is this thing? Is it some kind of scribbles?"

That's what she said, but then Jiang Qiao stopped talking and took out paper and pen to study the characters little by little.

It took a lot of effort to piece the torn words back together. If I can't figure out what's going on, then all that effort would be wasted.

Song Shutian didn't disturb Jiang Qiao. Instead, he chatted with the old man. Jiang Qiao was focused on figuring out what the letter written to the old Japanese devil was about. She couldn't even think about resting until she figured it out.

To be honest, hard work really pays off; she managed to decipher some of the characters.

Some characters were written upside down, which were mirror images. There were also some scribbles that she really couldn't decipher. She wasn't a specialist in characters, so perhaps these were the other party's private communication symbols, known only to each other.

Reading aloud the characters that have been studied, although some are not very fluent, the general meaning is that everything is going well, all is well, and everyone is cooperating. As for the exact meaning they express, they probably need to figure it out themselves.

"Hey, take a look at this first, let me see how the replies are written?"

Song Shutian was astonished. "You've figured it out? That's amazing! I really didn't realize it?"

Jiang Qiao rolled up his sleeves and said, "What's so amazing about it? I've only studied a part of it, and I still can't figure out most of it. I don't know what kind of characters they are. You should find someone to study them later. Or maybe they created these characters themselves. I can't say for sure."

When Jiang Qiao opened the old Japanese soldier's reply, he facepalmed. "What kind of writing is this? It's not even writing, and what are all these symbols?"

Song Shutian was pondering the first letter when he heard Jiang Qiao's words. He sighed, "So, if I were to study this stuff, my hair would probably be all white by now. No wonder their ancestors studied our culture. Maybe the Sato family has assembled a set of men themselves, a complete mess."

Jiang Qiao ignored Song Shutian and took the letter to her room. Qiao Jie sighed, "This girl is very serious about everything she does. Let her figure it out herself. I'm telling you, our Qiao'er is very smart. She does everything well."

Song Shutian had to admit this as well. He wished that this other person's child was his own. He would be satisfied if his own child could catch up with half of Jiang Qiao's in the future.

Jiang Qiao was taking a long time to arrive, and Song Shutian was getting anxious. The old man also felt it was getting late, so he went with Song Shutian to Jiang Qiao's room to check on her. No matter how well they knew each other, it was still a young lady's private room, and he was afraid that a man going there so late at night would affect the girl's reputation.

Jiang Qiao is currently looking up words in the dictionary, one by one.

Seeing the two of them come in, he lowered his head again and said, "Please wait a moment—"

Then he fell silent. Song Shutian glanced at him from the side, then exclaimed in surprise, "My God, is that so?"

After Jiang Qiao finished writing the last few words, she threw down her pen and leaned back in her chair, looking utterly dejected.

"My God, are all these people crazy? Can't they just say things properly? Why do they have to do it like this? Look, the old Japanese soldier is passing on a message. Ugh, I'm exhausted. This is mentally taxing, I really can't do it. It's better to find an expert."

After reading what Jiang Qiao had produced, Song Shutian's expression immediately turned tense. "What does this mean? What do those numbers represent?"

Jiang Qiao sighed, "I'm sorry I can't help you. It should be their password. Let's find the old devil. But we still have the general idea. Since we know it, it's best to be cautious. Although we haven't cracked much, we've revealed a lot of information. There must be some progress outside. These people are anxious to rescue the old devil."

As for what it is, ask them. Remember, as long as this person is in your hands, the outsiders will have to think twice before doing anything. Also, they will try to rescue more people. When they do, they might catch a few more and get more information.

What are your plans? Keep him in this prison?

Song Shutian hesitated for a moment, then said, "Jiang Qiao, I need to borrow your radio. I need to contact the section chief. This matter is of great importance—"

Jiang Qiao nodded, got up, and pretended to take the radio out from under the bed.

"You can send the telegram here, we'll go next door—"