Blackstone Code

The wife, who was already preparing to go to bed, was stunned for a moment. She looked at the ceiling that had fallen into darkness after turning off the lights, and thought for a moment, "I hope the world will be peaceful."

Intellectuals are more calm during war than ordinary civilians, and as a woman, she is not keen on war.

Kaosikao was silent for a while, "I'm sorry."

The wife laughed, and she reached out and touched Kosikao's cheek, "You don't need to apologize for the war. Let's change it to something simple. Maybe we should have a day off?"

Perhaps only Kaosikao knew why he was apologizing. He then agreed, "When I'm done with this period of time, we can take a good rest."

"That's great!", the wife sighed softly, "Go to sleep, there is still a lot of work tomorrow..."

For two days in a row, Kaosikao was recording some information in cipher text. When he got off work on the third day, he fell down near the guard post.

The soldier quickly helped him up. After thanking him, he looked at his cracked leather shoes and complained.

Someone at the institute sent him the shoes he wore during the experiment, avoiding the dilemma of having only one shoe.

When he got home, he first complained about the cracked shoes, and then finished dinner as usual. At about eight o'clock, he took the broken leather shoes to a leather goods store in the city.

He had been here several times, but each time was many years apart.

As soon as he entered the door, a young man greeted him proactively, "Sir, what service do you need?"

"My leather shoes are cracked. I hope you can repair them." He took out the leather shoes from the box. The young man took one look and shook his head.

"Sorry, sir, your leather shoes are badly deformed. Even if I can mend them, it won't take long for them to crack again."

“These areas are no longer able to withstand prolonged use and it’s time for a new pair of shoes.”

Kaosikao was silent for a while, "How long does it take to make a pair of shoes?"

"One week, sir."

The examiner nodded noncommittally, "What about the fee?"

"Ordinary cowhide ones only cost 49.9 yuan, calfskin ones cost 69.9 yuan, and the labor cost is 10 yuan."

The price is not cheap, but it is not expensive either. This kind of handmade pure cowhide shoes is very durable. Even if you wear them to do heavy work, they will not crack easily. Many workers wear leather shoes and boots like this to work. reason.

A pair of shoes, worn for three to five years, will only cost you a dozen or twenty yuan a year, which is within the acceptable range of most families.

Of course, there are cheaper ones, and this is an old store, so it’s a little more expensive.

Kaosikao was silent, as if thinking, and the young clerk did not urge him. After a while, Kaosikao suddenly asked, "Are there any crocodile skin ones?"

Who would use crocodile skin to make leather shoes?

The young clerk was a little confused, but he did not deny it immediately. Instead, he asked Kaosikao to wait. "I'll ask the boss. I'm not sure if crocodile skin is in our range."

The owner of the insoles was an old cobbler who was making leather boots for officers in the city. Suddenly, when a clerk came in and asked him if he could make crocodile leather shoes, his subconscious reaction was no.

But he was stunned for a moment, and then put down what he was doing, "I've heard of crocodile leather bags being made, but I've never heard of crocodile leather shoes being made. Maybe we can give it a try."

This explanation... seemed to make sense. The young clerk looked at him and waited for further instructions, "Measure the customer's size, and then go next door to ask if they have crocodile skin."

Next to the leather shoe store, there are leather bags and leather clothes. They have all kinds of tanned animal leather.

After the young clerk left, the boss came out. He looked at Kaosikao and said, "I have never heard of anyone using crocodile skin to make shoes. You are lucky. I am willing to try it."

Kaosikao seemed to be rebutting, but also seemed to be showing off his knowledge, "I also know that shark skin can also be used to make leather shoes."

"Sharkskin?", the old cobbler shook his head, "That's impossible, sharkskin is too soft."

"Just add a little..." He said the names of some chemical materials. The old cobbler glanced at him again, and then looked down at his pair of worn leather shoes.

He fiddled with it for a few times and noticed something wrong with the heel. He put the leather shoes back and then started to get tools to measure Kaosikao's feet.

Not long after, the young clerk came back with a complete crocodile skin.

When he came back, Kaosikao was paying the bill. Then he nodded to the young clerk and left.

The old cobbler returned to the workshop with the crocodile skin.

Kaosikao went back to work, while the old cobbler got up in the middle of the night.

The conversations during the day sounded like ordinary chats, but in fact they were exchanges of secret codes. He found Kaosikao's leather shoes, opened up a place on the heel that was later filled, and took out a pencil with a pencil inside. Thick small iron pipe.

This small iron pipe is only one inch long. A lot of information is recorded in it in cipher text, and the entire small iron pipe is sealed.

The old cobbler couldn't open it, and couldn't open it. Only when this thing returns to China will it be opened after confirmation.

He put his things away and then crawled back to sleep.

From time to time, patrols with dogs passed by outside the house, and Pengeo's intensity in catching spies became more and more intense. The old cobbler had already begun to consider evacuating the place.

No one had contacted him for such a long time, and until this moment, he realized that his work was not done yet.

During the day, the old cobbler called someone to pick up the leather shoes that had been made, and handed the small iron pipe to the other party.

And this person left the local area with the small iron pipe and got on the train to the port. Their people there would find a way to send this information back to Sedoras.

Kaosikao, on the other hand, continues to work for the Pengjiao Empire, checking the authenticity of some data obtained from other places every day.

He didn't know whether the information he sent would return to Sardoras and whether it would have some effect on the future. He only knew that he had to do this!

Sometimes people are confused and stereotyped, just like people on the left think people on the right are crazy, while people on the right think people on the left are the ones.

Sometimes there are not so many simple rights and wrongs in this world, only needs and no need.

Kaosikao quickly got his pair of crocodile leather boots. He wore them for a few days and then put them away and made a new pair of cowhide boots.

In his words, it was too ostentatious. People were a little surprised by his performance for a brief moment, but they quickly calmed down.

At the end of July, after finishing all the work in his hands, Kaosikao felt lazy.

He can take some time off, maybe it's time to take his wife on a trip?

He seemed to have forgotten what he had done before. He sealed the things into a portfolio, wrapped them up, and placed them on the table waiting for inspection and reception.

After all the file bags were collected, he stripped down to his underwear and came to the examination room.

"Your hemorrhoids are more serious than before, Mr. Kosikao." The examining soldier made some new discoveries, "You need to pay more attention."

"Besides, your inspection is over and you can leave."

Kaosikao got dressed and left here. He bought a bouquet of flowers, some cooked food, ham and so on on the way.

Inexplicably, he had a desire, an impulse, like a bird about to leave its cage.

His steps became extremely brisk, and soon he was back outside the house. He tidied up his clothes, readjusted the bouquet, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and he smiled and was about to express his feelings at this time, but the person who opened the door was an officer he had never seen before.

He saw the scene in the living room through the space beside the officer.

Her wife and daughter were sitting at the table while several soldiers were methodically searching the room.

"Professor Kao Si Kao, I am the Major of the Secret Bureau..., this is my ID."

The officer handed over his military ID and work ID, and at the same time invited the examiner to enter the room, "Don't worry, this is just routine work. If nothing unexpected happens, we will leave soon."

"We are very sorry for disturbing your life, but we also hope you can understand. After all, the current situation is very special..."

Kaosikao forced out a forced smile and entered the room.

The officer looked outside the door. The passers-by on the sidewalk avoided his eyes, and he slowly closed the door.

From the beginning of preparations for war, the Pengeo people began to eliminate internal spies, and they have already caught many.

Everyone in this country is a lunatic. It is actually very difficult to hide among the lunatics. No matter how well these outsiders hide themselves, flaws may be exposed.

It is even said that some of them have studied abroad or gone abroad, and these are the main targets of suspicion.

Some unimportant ones have been caught.

There were also some who were discovered by them but did not catch them. They hoped to catch more spies through these people.

This time, they had some new gains.

A native who has studied in Cydoras has had brief contact with the target person before. Regardless of whether he is a spy or not, strict scrutiny is necessary.

In the room, the panicked looks from his wife and daughter made Kaosikao's heart hurt. He comforted them through his eyes.

Then he sat on one side of the table.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but this is the emperor's order, and we only have to obey it."

The officer first expressed his attitude in a very easy-going manner, and then he suddenly said in a Sedoras accent, "You are not Kaosikao, who are you?"

For a moment, Kaosikao's heartbeat stopped. In less than a second, all his hair stood on end and he was sweating!

He moved his lips and asked in Pengeo's accent, "If I am not Kaosikao, who am I?"