Lei Jun chuckled and added, "I wasn't much of a help either."
“You’re wrong. Without your phone, we really couldn’t find the signal source in reverse,” said a man named Zhang Bo.
Everyone nodded, and Lei Jun said nothing more. He was actually very curious and wanted to see who was listening to him.
The city supply and marketing cooperative building is not tall. Even without a passive signal, you can find the location near the supply and marketing cooperative building, which is almost as accurate as being able to locate it, although the range is only about two or three hundred square meters.
If we spend more time and effort, we'll eventually find a clue.
After the signal team arrived, they did not take any action but waited for the security guards and escorts to arrive.
They only began their operation after the armed personnel arrived.
The shoe repairman saw several modified vans outside, some of which had very thick antennas, and he had a bad feeling.
There were still those two lines, one under the iron foot and the other over the small hammer; this time, there were no shoes.
He started banging on it, making clanging and clattering noises.
The pace is fast, but very regular.
Zheng Haishan and his team members were turning on the equipment, staring at the wavelengths on the instrument, their attention focused on this aspect.
Another band appeared on the oscilloscope; this one was powered. Just as Zheng Haishan was staring at it, analyzing it, the signal expert Zhang Bo said, "It's shortwave. Telegraph?"
Is there a post office nearby?
Zheng Haishan shouted, "Map!"
Zhang Bo gestured for silence and asked, "Did you hear the sound of blacksmithing?"
After listening intently for a while, he quickly opened the van window and indeed heard the sound of hammering.
Zheng Haishan also heard it and listened carefully, tapping his fingers lightly on his thigh.
The hammering continued, but the sound of striking metal stopped.
“Morse code!” Zheng Haishan said.
"Get off the bus and look for it."
After hammering the iron, the shoe repairman pulled hard on the two wires and began to wind them together little by little.
From slow to fast, it only takes a minute or two to complete the winding process.
Take the thin thread and hide in the back room behind you.
When he returned, he picked up a worn-out shoe and started hammering again. This time he was hammering nails, making a clanging sound.
It's the same frequency as striking iron.
It's like the short-long rhythm in Morse code. Anyone who knows it can quickly figure it out; it's a capital U.
But if this rhythm continues indefinitely, then it won't be Morse code anymore.
Everyone sprang into action, searching for the source of the sound of hammering.
I found it quickly and saw the shoe repairman in the shoe repair shop. Each time he hammered in a nail, it was a short and long rhythm.
Zheng Haishan arrived at the shoe repair shop, but there were no customers inside. He just stared at the shoe repairman.
Perhaps noticing the person who came in, the shoe repairman asked, "Do you need your shoes repaired? What's wrong with them?"
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