What to do if you encounter a madman in another world (Part 36)
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Different world, fictional background!
Private character design, private world view design, private names and place names design
The male and female protagonists are not biological children
jingle……
The moment the alarm clock rang, Feinz woke up instantly. He stretched out his left hand and turned off the alarm clock on the bedside table. The black curtains blocked the light, and the bedroom was a little dark.
He lowered his head, and you rested your head on his right arm, your whole body curled up obediently in the soft silk quilt, with only half of your head exposed.
Fiennes pulled the quilt down slightly, and your long eyelashes trembled slightly with the rise and fall of your breathing. Your fair and flawless skin was showing a blush that had not yet faded, and if you looked closely, you could see a thin layer of fine hair on it.
"Ina"
You responded dazedly as your consciousness sank.
Feinz didn't call you again, but looked at you quietly. He stretched out his right hand and poked your face. The touch was bouncy, and he suddenly felt playful.
You shook your head, half-opened your eyes in annoyance, and still leaned against him limply, refusing to move: "Brother, what are you doing..."
"My baby Ina, it's time to get up. We have to take pictures with daddy in the morning."
Ah...Father...
You immediately opened your eyes and half sat up, your soft hair fluttering in front of your eyes. You wiped it with your hand, "Brother, what time is it?"
Feinz also got up. His right arm was a little weak because it was numb from your pressure.
"Ina, there's still time."
After they got dressed, they went to wash up together. You were so tired that you just leaned against Feynman's body like a boneless person. The two people in the mirror gradually became consistent in their brushing movements.
Emma has been bothering you all day, and you have no time to think about the meaning of the code. Last night you had to send Emma to the next room and let her sleep with Mandy.
You think about the secret code until midnight, and finally go to sleep, but Feynman comes back in the middle of the night. It's really uncomfortable to not sleep all night.
You carefully checked the ends of your hair for signs of fading, and after making sure there were no problems, you tied your hair into a ponytail.
"Yina, you need to put your hair up today."
Feinz put on his military uniform and put on the Iron Cross medal in the medal box. He walked in front of you, reached out to take off the hairband, and his golden hair cascaded down like water.
"Ah... I'm sorry, brother. I forgot."
You pursed your lips sheepishly, and at Feints's signal, you sat down. He combed your hair back together and put it up at the back of your head.
…
The Ritz Hotel, suite study.
You sat on a rattan rocking chair, picked up the sewing scissors and cut off the excess wool, your face full of worry, and you couldn't help but sigh in your heart. You had no clue how to decipher the code of the organization here, and the people over there came to your door again.
You took the silver hoop off your middle finger and put it on your thumb, repeating this over and over again until all five fingers of your left hand were worn.
The pen in Feinz's hand scratched on the paper, and when it stopped, he called you: "Ina, come here."
well……
You put the fabric bag on the rocking chair, moved a chair, and sat at the desk with Feinz. A table with symbols and their corresponding English letters was listed on the paper.
The English letters were written with a pen, and the dots and dashes were drawn with a pencil. The pen ink was soft, while the pencil marks were hard and varied in thickness. The Latin "a" was written in such a way that you could recognize it as Fiennes's handwriting at a glance.
"Brother, what is this?" You are a little confused.
He turned sideways, resting his left elbow on the table, palm on his temples, observing your expression with interest. "Morse code."
Huh? Morse code...
"Brother, was I really chosen? Do I really have to learn all these things..."
That day, just as Schleicher finished speaking to you, Feinz rushed in angrily and asked you to leave the interrogation room. I don’t know what Schleicher said to him in there that made him make concessions.
"Yina, you need to carry this."
Feinz sat up straight, put his arm around your waist, and lifted you onto his lap. "Don't be afraid. It's just a little learning experience. I'll show it to the people over there."
How could Feynman really let you be a spy, a job that involves risking your life and dying at any moment? He was naturally telling the truth.
You nodded obediently, taking the password paper in your hand and looking at it carefully. Your brows began to frown slightly, and your annoyance became more and more obvious.
The symbols corresponding to the 26 letters are all different... How can I memorize this? It turns out that people's brains will rust if they don't use them for too long...
"Do I have to memorize it? Just put this piece of paper away and take it out when I need it..."
You leaned against him, relaxed, and placed the paper on your legs. You stroked his shiny golden hair with your hand while lowering your eyes to focus on the dots and bars on the paper.
A low chuckle from Feynman's came to my ears, making my ears inexplicably itchy.
He pinched your nose and said nonchalantly, "RSHA's selection standards are getting lower and lower. Ina, if you haven't memorized it, how can you be sensitive to the secret code?"
Hello……
Who just said it was just a show? You don't have to memorize the Morse code just to show it...
You glared at him angrily.
"Little stupid cat."
He cursed lazily.
You rubbed against Feinz wisely. He put his arm around you and adjusted his sitting position so that you could lean more comfortably, then gave you a hint in a good mood.
"The number of beats."
You looked at the code paper again.
Yes, the number of shots...
Aren’t the circles and bars on this code paper just like the beats in music?
Two-quarter time, with a quarter note as one beat, each measure has two beats, the first beat is strong and the second beat is weak; there is also three-quarter time, with a quarter note as one beat, each measure has three beats, and the rule of strong and weak is strong-weak-weak!
While you were thinking, the person next to you had already kissed your earlobe. As a wet and tingling feeling spread through your heart, you suddenly discovered a pattern.
"Brother, it's three-quarter beats and two-quarter beats!"
You tilted your head to avoid his kiss. You wanted to keep a distance from him, but he never gave you that chance.
The most direct feeling that the slight struggle gave Feinz was that the soft body was rubbing against him restlessly, and soon his breathing became heavy.
"Well, for example, Bach's Goldberg Variations."
He lifted your chin, your lips seemed to be covered with honey, sweet and soft, he became more and more reluctant to let go, his hands slowly caressing your body, the two of you breathing ambiguously and entangled, making you dizzy.
You silently replied in your mind.
Another example is Beethoven's Symphony No. 5.
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The Ritz Hotel, Room 214.
The antique decorations in the room were reflected on the wall by the swaying fire, losing their proper warmth and forming strange and bizarre shapes.
Along with the crackling fire, the twisted shape trembled and swayed, as if it would be swallowed and disintegrated by the blazing flames in the next second.
A woman wearing a sexy suspender nightgown and a gray cape with red stripes was holding Sally's hand tightly.
"Au, you must not go back, it's too dangerous!"
Sally separated their folded hands and said in a firm tone: "Ag (Argentum, chemical element, silver), the radio station is still there, I have to go back!"
Ag paced back and forth anxiously, his brain working rapidly, eliminating one possible response after another, and kept muttering:
"No, no, leave it to me. Leave this to me. I'll find a way. I'll find a way..."
Sally put the cabbage-shaped satin hat on the coffee table back on her head, as calm as if the imminent danger was just a dream.
"Ag, you can't reveal your identity. Besides, I can't wait until tomorrow. I have to go back now! You will still be the one to contact Zn regarding the mission."
A figure left from the back door of the Ritz Hotel and walked along the riverside from Rue Cambon, which was Rue de l'Opera.
After Sally left, the disguise faded away. Ag picked up the cigarette box from the coffee table and lit a cigarette tremblingly. She held the cigarette between her index and middle fingers, shaking it slightly up and down.
After finishing a cigarette, the trembling was finally not as severe, but the guilt in my heart was overwhelming.
…
"Brother, do you want to learn anything else besides Morse code?"
Naturally, you want him to teach you more about intelligence science. Please, this is a great opportunity!
"Yina, the others are too professional, you won't need them."
"Want to know..."
Thinking about the anti-Japanese war dramas you'd watched before, you asked, "Brother, I think I've heard of radios? If you seize a radio, you can disguise your identity and send secret messages, right?"
"It's not that simple. Ina, anyone with a transistor and a coil can use radio to transmit information. The key is..."
Feinz took a deep breath, veins bulging slightly on his forehead, and his surging emotions were suppressed under the deep blue sea.
"What's the key?"
Your bodies were so close, the unconcealable desire was clearly on display, how could you not know what he wanted to do? But now was a rare opportunity for intelligence teaching, so everything else had to be put on hold.
You swung your calf and dropped your slippers.
"The key is the transmission method. Every intelligence officer has been trained in the transmission method and has a unique transmission signature."
"Power generation sign?"
Feinz supported your back with his left hand, and reached behind with his right hand to hold the base of your legs.
"Hmm. Some letters are uncoded, and some are replaced with special symbols."
You nodded thoughtfully, just like the code that Sally passed to you through the Paris channel. The cipher did not encrypt the "t" twice, which turned out to be a sign to identify the enemy and friend.
"What if I get caught?"
"My silly Ina, this is the Zhan territory."
The string called reason in Feinz's mind has been stretched to the extreme, and his reason is wandering wildly on the edge of losing control. He stood up and carried you towards the bedroom.
"What if? What if? Well, to put it another way, if I were a British... guy and was arrested in Paris, how would I escape?"
"It depends on the situation."
Your hair was messy, your hands were resting on his abs, you bit your lip, and looked at him pitifully.
He raised his eyebrows slowly.
"If your hands and feet are not tied and the other person is still in the mood to deal with you, then find a way to get close to his body."
"Then?"
Feynz exerted force and pushed you down again. A hoarse laugh rolled out of his throat, and the words he said were even more pointed.
"And then find ways to leave marks on him."
ah?
Is he kidding me?
…
You locked the door and sat on the chair in the study of the suite.
BFS, if you guessed it correctly, should refer to Beethoven's Fate Symphony, Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, also known as the Fate Symphony.
You compared the Morse code table that Feynman had written for you with the piano sheet of the first movement of Fate that you had asked Jeffries for, and began to try to decipher the code.
The string of numbers following the English letters should be the number of bars of the piano piece of fate.
11 should refer to the 11th measure, which is long, short, and the corresponding Morse code character should be B, or possibly DE.
12, there seems to be a blank space in the middle, you are not sure whether it is measure 12, or measures 1 and 2. If it is the former, it will be repeated with 11, so it should be the latter, short short long, corresponding to ST, or V.
222, the space in the middle of this is very obvious, three second bars, long, long, long, it’s o!
5656256, according to the above rules, should be f; 204 corresponds to A; 586056 corresponds to R, and the last 9 corresponds to T!
Putting them all together makes you DESTofART!
ART, art? Artwork? DEST, short for destination?
So, what does this mean? Where does art flow?
Oh my God, what is this? Why does the organization need to know this?
System, since it was so difficult for me to decipher the code, could you give me some hints?
[Host, Herbert von Schleicher is the key to this hidden mission]
ah……
No way, you really don't want to have anything to do with Schleicher...
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Avenue Foch.
Feintz strode down the corridor leading to the interrogation room. The corridor was dark and deep, as if it hid invisible ghosts.
The woman's hands and feet were bound to a wooden frame, her head lowered. The cold, hard edges of the shackles dug deep into her flesh, and new crimson spread over the gradually drying bloodstains.
"Sally, long time no see."
He grabbed Sally's hair, his voice was sinister, scraping across bones, and that one sentence made the atmosphere in the interrogation room drop below freezing.
"Willkommeninderhlle"
Welcome to hell.
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