We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 83 Gambling on the Life and Death of Seven Billion People

Bai Zhen and Wang Ning ran through the transmission scheme of the AFSK modulated image signal in the simulation experiment. The two excitedly high-five, and no one can see who is in the dark, so they hit each other’s foreheads with a crisp sound. The two of them kept on transplanting the whole plan to Baiyang and BG4MSR's Icom725 immediately.

  Today is Friday, and there will be no class tomorrow. Bai Yang sacrificed his life to accompany the gentleman, staying with his father and Uncle Wang until midnight.

  "Privateint[]Filter_10Khz(int[]Data), do you hear clearly? OVER."

   "Listen clearly."

   "Retell it again, OVER."

  "Privateint[]Filter_10Khz(int[]Data)."

  Banxia lit the lamp, wearing headphones, holding a pen in his hand, and writing down all the codes he heard.

  They are really talking about the code, and Bai Yang still has a copy of "C#: From Beginner to Enchanted" in his hand.

  Wang Ning and Bai Zhen were sitting on the bed behind him with a laptop on their laps. The two checked the code for the last time. This was an oracle given by Huawei’s communications expert God.

  "What code is this?"

   "Hmm...Envelope detector program."

  "Move it up, let's check the transport layer data receiving program again."

  "What about the transmission layer data sending function?"

   "Pack them all, pack them!"

The pointer of the alarm clock on the table pointed to one o'clock in the morning. Bai Yang rubbed his eyes, yawned, and cheered up. God knows if they can do this, and teach a girl who knows nothing about programming to install a transmission program. The problems here are so many that people have intensive phobias, and Bai Yang has already experienced it-in the past two days, they have temporarily supplemented the basic common sense of programming for BG4MSR. , Bai Zhen Wang Ning can’t wait to pull the little girl out of the radio, sit in two pairs to pass the gong, and pass on their decades of amateur radio profound knowledge to BG4MSR, so that she will smoke on the top of Sanhuaju and make her Like Xu Zhu, he has grown his skill overnight for seventy years.

It’s a pity that knowledge can’t be transmitted palm to palm. Knowledge is not good, and IQ is not good. This is a shame. If it can be done, the famed Beiming divine art and the star-absorption Dafa of the old constellation can attract everyone. To become mentally handicapped, this should be the number one martial arts skill, and the recruits are stupid. Isn’t it frightening to hear?

  "Is the carriage return next? BG4MXH? BG4MXH?"

  The girl’s voice pulled Bai Yang back from his cranky thoughts.

   Bai Yang blinked his eyes, and it turned out that it was late at night, and his mind began to get confused.

   "Yes, it's a carriage return, OVER."

  Banxia marked a carriage return on the paper, and then started a new line. It is a good habit to record all the information on the paper, and you can turn it out and check it again at any time.

  Accurately speaking, this is called a task log. Every step is recorded, and every step has a trace to follow, so that the source of the problem can be quickly determined after a problem occurs.

  "StatusChart1.Value=re10(i);"

  "Status……Chart1.V……Value?"

   "Yes, Value."

In front of Banxia, ​​there is a heavy Icom725 amateur radio station. On the left side of the radio station is a heavier CRT monitor. There is also an old yellow plastic keyboard. The messy cables are finally assembled to the industrial control motherboard hanging on the wall by the window. Black, blue, red, white, and gray cables are plugged into the motherboard’s interface. Red and blue LED lights glow in a dimly lit room. These clumsy and old electronic waste occupy almost all the space on the table. It is like a high and low square mountain, only a small piece of land is left to spread the paper, and the girl is wrapped by them, and no person can be seen when her head is buried.

  Half a month ago, Banxia didn’t believe that she could do all this. Look at these complicated electronic components, look at these messy cables and connectors. Is this really what she did?

  Did she really put together a lot of electronic waste to build a hyperspace image communication system?

  "PrivatevoidDatasendThread()."

  "Private......voidDatasendThread()......"

   "While (true)."

  "What is this?" Banxia asked.

  "Send the code." Bai Yang replied.

   "Can you succeed this time?" Banxia asked.

   Bai Yang hesitated, "This time it should be reliable. The code was not written by my father, but by the invited experts. It is much better than my father."

  In fact, he has no idea, the code may be okay, but the problem is not limited to the code.

  Banxia copied all the codes on paper, the code itself is actually very simple, all the modules together are less than 400 lines.

  Typed letter by letter into the motherboard again, Pinellia's Erzhi Zen typing speed was so fast, she checked the code with BG4MXH again to make sure there were no errors, and finally took a deep breath.

  She sits in a chair, her eyes fixed on the CRT monitor.

   "BG4MXH, I'm about to start."

"good."

  Bai Yang turned his head to look at the father and Uncle Wang behind him, and pointed to the radio station, indicating that the other party was about to start the experiment.

  Wang Ning and Bai Zhen nodded at the same time.

   "BG4MXH, take a guess, will it succeed?"

  Banxia’s fingers hung on the keyboard.

"meeting."

   "Then what shall we bet on?" the girl said leisurely.

   Bai Yang was stunned for a moment, "What are you betting on?"

   "Whoever loses a bet with her will call her father." Uncle Wang sat behind and said, "You can only bet on this."

"Bet big, bet on the life and death of seven billion people in the world!" Banxia grinned suddenly, and Bai Yang unexpectedly said what he said, and even made the latter's **** almost leave the chair, "If you win If you lose, then you will have the lives of seven billion people in the world. If you lose, they will all be finished."

Pinellia at this moment is like a little demon, holding the remote control in her hand, and the bomb is tied to the earth, the life of the whole world is in her hands, as long as she presses the remote control, the earth will be blown up. People will be killed. The life and death of all mankind can't be achieved by her, but she wants to play a game. The little devil finds a young earthling and tells him what to bet on? Just bet on the life and death of all mankind.

  This is really a big bet.

   "Gamble or not?"

   "Gamble or not?"

   "Stop talking? Then you agree!"

   "Hey...wait, I didn't say that I am the same..."

   Banxia’s face was illuminated by the faint blue light emitted by the CRT monitor. She gently tapped her finger and Wan Lai made a "pop" in silence.

  Bai Yang sat on a chair, the channel was silent for a long time, and then a girl’s voice came:

   "You lost, you failed."

Failed.

  Run error.

  "Because you lost, seven billion people in the world have disappeared. Now I am the only one left in this world. Am I doing what I say?"

"I……"

  White Yang didn’t know what to say for a while.

   "Relax, I didn't actually kill them..."

   Banxia reached out her hand to turn off the desk lamp and turned off the display. The light in the room disappeared. She sat quietly in the dark alone, with no moon outside the window. It was already 2:30 in the morning.

  She raised her head to look at the night sky, and said in a low voice:

   "They just become stars."

  (End of this chapter)