Chapter 11 chapter Ten

Quesetti sat in his father's car, a black Plymouth from 1968.He looked at the house at 161 Tower Road and felt stupid.This is a two-story sky-high house. The exterior walls need to be painted. There are many weeds on the lawn. There is a low fence in front of the house. A row of brown juniper is planted around the house. Mr. Gardening is the limit.A battered black letter box with the Orud House written on it was nailed to a crooked post, and in the driveway was a rusty green Chevrolet with the hood open and a pile of tools on a canvas on the ground beside it.In the garage attached to the house, he could see a red tractor and a bunch of what looked like farming machinery.The place looks weather-beaten, as if the house and its occupants have been knocked down, lying there waiting to catch their breath.Today is Saturday, Quesetti left New York City early in the morning, drove across Pennsylvania, drove nearly 300 miles on Interstate 80 and 79, and arrived in Bleda at 3:00 in the afternoon town.The town has only one intersection, two gas stations, a McDonald's, a pizzeria, a Veterans Memorial, two bars, a convenience store, a coin laundromat, and a few brick storefront buildings.After a Wal-Mart supermarket moved in nearby, most of the stores in this area have been talking about empty plans, turning them into drug dens, or putting up cheap sale signs.Behind the street are large dwellings that must have been built for the middle class in commercial or industrial areas when the former steelworks and mines were still in operation.Quesetti didn't know who was living in it now.

Using a search engine map, he found Tower Road and the bleak house in no time.When he arrived, he knocked on the front door, but no one answered.Quesetti pushed open the unlocked door and yelled: Is anyone home?Feeling that empty feeling that no one is home in the house.But he knew that people lived here, and the interior was messy, but not dirty; there were toys on the floor, small cars and plastic guns; there was a coffee table with an empty plate in front of the big-screen TV.The owner also has satellite TV, and there is a white dish behind the house that scans for signals from the sky.There was a brown leather armchair in front of the TV, and beside it was a settee, dented and covered with velvet.A framed picture stood on a long mantelpiece, but Quesetti couldn't see the picture clearly from the door, and he dared not go in.He didn't hear a dog barking, which was a bit odd, don't all suburban homes have dogs?Another thing he didn't understand.He walked around the house and saw a set of plastic children's play equipment in the backyard, faded by the sun, and only sized for very small children.There was a clothes rack in the middle of the yard. It was empty, and some lines were broken and hanging in the air, swaying weakly in the slight breeze.There was a very old drum washing machine on the back porch. He looked at it and it was dry and covered in cobwebs.

After a brief scouting, he sat in the car and thought about the whole thing.He was so stupid to have come all the way from New York just because he found a postcard on the street.He didn't know Caroline at all.Lori had nothing to do with the house, she might have just picked up the postcard from the sidewalk, or found it in an old book.No, don't think so, just follow your intuition, she should be related to the two women and children in the photo, and there was a little boy in this family.He picked up the photo and looked at it again, judging Luo Li's face from the photo. He guessed that it was taken about five years ago, so the little boy should be about eight or nine years old now.Quesetti researched the bicycles in the driveway, which should be suitable for children of that age, as should the toys scattered around the house and yard.No girls here, no other bikes, no, wait, there's a broken barbie in the sand in the ride group, naked, so that's a possibility too.Unless Barbie was thrown by a visitor, or stolen.

He looked in the back yard. It was a sunny Saturday. There were no clothes in the dryer, and the machine was clearly in disrepair. He didn't see the drain of the electric dryer.The washing machine didn't seem to be working much either, suggesting maybe there are no women living here.The man who lives here and his child, go to the city on Saturday to use the coin laundromat, because it is a bit embarrassing for a man to wash clothes in the washing machine at home, and if he goes to the city on Saturday, he can meet women and promote him Being free, maybe crossing the street to the Veterans Memorial for a couple of beers while the washing machine is still running.Kids can play with electric toys and drink Slurpee at the convenience store.

Quesetti found himself thinking about the story, almost as if he were helping Mr. Allrudd make a documentary about his life.Why does he always make up stories for others?Could it be that his father is a police detective and his mother is a well-known library researcher? This is not enough to explain why he always likes to make up stories for people.In fact, he has been like this since he was a child, which is why he wants to make movies, why he thinks he should be good at movies.He feels that he already has outstanding observation and speculation abilities, a bit like a natural musician, who can transform the mysterious music in his head into real notes without even thinking about it.

He hadn't eaten since he had eaten at the gas station at ten o'clock that morning.It was nearly four o'clock now, and he felt very hungry and wanted to drive back to town for something to eat.When he was about to start the car, he saw a puff of dust rising from the direction of the town, and a green pickup truck emerged from the dust, gradually slowed down, passed his car, and turned to the driveway of No. 161 Tower Road .He saw a man and a boy of about nine years old in the car, consistent with his reasoning.He felt very satisfied.The boy's tiny head was barely above the height of the dashboard.The truck turned a little too fast, and the front tires ran over the boy's bicycle in the driveway.

Driving the emergency brake, let out a roar, and the child's cry was also very high-pitched.The door of the driver's seat of the truck was thrown open, and out jumped out was a burly man a few years older than Quesetti, wearing jeans and a clean white T-shirt, with a big beer belly, short red hair draped over his head, and a flushed face. The kind of guy who looks like he's always angry.He ran to the front of the truck, swore again, kicked the bike away, and opened the passenger door.There was a high-pitched scream in the car, and Quesetti knew that there was another, younger passenger in the car, and that the man hadn't fastened the child's seat belt.The man reached in and pulled the boy out, and hit the boy on the head several times as he stretched out his hand. The blows were so heavy that the boy let out a scream that even Quesetti could hear when he was sitting here.The man hit and cursed: How many times have I been told, don't put that fucking bike in the fucking driveway!And you little bastard, don't think you'll get a new bike or any new toys!

Quesetti was at a loss and was wondering if he should do something when the man stopped beating the little boy, then reached into the car and picked up a girl about four years old.The girl's face was slightly red, contorted in pain and fear, stained with blood from a wound on her mouth.In the man's arms, the girl struggled like a lizard, her back arched.The man angrily told the girl to shut up, saying that she was not hurt, and if she didn't shut up, he would really let her scream.The girl's scream faded into a miserable sniffling gasp, and the man strode into the house with the girl in his arms.

Not long after, Quesetti heard the sound of the TV.He got out of his car and walked towards the little boy.The boy was thrown there by the man, curled up into a ball, and was crying in a strange way: taking a big breath, but stifling his own voice, making a soundless sob.Quesetti didn't look at the child, turned his head to check the bicycle first, then walked to the Chevrolet to be repaired at the other end of the driveway, selected a few wrenches and a heavy hammer from the scattered tools, and began to repair the broken bicycle .He removed the front wheel, put his foot on the faucet to straighten the handlebars of the car, and then used a vise to slightly restore the front wheel to its original axis.He felt the boy watching him, and the sobbing gradually turned into sniffling.He twisted the rim of the tire visually so that the rim returned to a roughly circular shape, then put the wheel back on, turned the bike upside down, and turned it around. The wheel wobbled a little, but roughly rotated around the axle.Quesetti said: Some people say that the wheel is like the human heart, which can be twisted but not repaired.You need a new wheel, buddy.This bike can still move, but don't ride on too rough roads yet.May I have your name?

Emmett.The boy paused and wiped his face with the back of his hand. Tears and dust were mixed into a mess.Quesetti thought: That's right!That's the name on the postcard!Then look at the boy.The boy was beautiful, a little too thin, with wide blue eyes that seemed intelligent, and thin lips that Quesetti knew whose genes it was from; Quesetti said: My name is Al.Emmett, can you do me a favor? The boy hesitated, then nodded.Quesetti took out Luo Li's photo from his backpack, which is a copy that has been image-enhanced.He opened it to show the boy. Do you know who these two women are?

The boy opened his eyes wide and said: It's my mother and Aunt Emily.She used to live with us, but she died. This is your mother?Quesetti pointed to the younger Caroline in the photo.Lori. Yes, she ran away.He locked her in the basement, but she escaped, she escaped at night and disappeared in the morning.Sir, where has she gone? Emmett, I wish I knew the answer too, I really do.Quesetti was absent-minded when he answered, because his mind was racing, because the boy's appearance was indeed very similar to Lori, and his guess was confirmed.He felt his stomach churning with tension.To his shame, his mind was now full of thoughts about the night he'd spent with Lori, the things she'd done, how he'd imagined her feeling, and whether she, too, had been with her rough husband in this The same thing was done in the crappy little house.He felt a strong urge to leave this place and to take Caroline.The place Luo Li occupied in his heart was completely emptied. Although it was difficult, he knew he had to do it.He's sad that his kids have this kind of dad, but there's nothing he can do about it.Another blot on Rollie's record.He walked away.The boy yelled at him: Do you know her?my mother? I don't know, I don't know much.Quesetti said. He got in the car and drove away.The boy ran a few steps to chase after him, the photos in his hand kept flying, then stopped after a few steps, and disappeared into the dust raised by the road. Quesetti found a McDonald's and ordered a McShamburger, French fries and a Coke.After eating this junk food, I wanted to order something more, but I was thinking about it at the counter for a long time.He knows he always wants to eat when he's in a bad mood, and if he's not careful he'll be like the actor Orson.Wells is so old and fat, and he doesn't earn a vote in his early years like Wells, which can balance his gaffes in his later years.He tried his best to calm himself down, but he lost the driving instructions on the online map, and he had already made several wrong turns, so he couldn't calm down at all. Why did she disappear?Quesetti didn't know, and couldn't invent a plausible reason.Has she been kidnapped?No, too sensational, did she see an opportunity to make a lot of money so she could take the child away from her husband?This makes more sense.She'll run off with Bustrow in pursuit of the Shakespeare manuscript, and Bustrow finds a clue in Bracegold's letter, so together they go to England to find the spot that marks the location of the treasure.Aunt Fanny says it's worth billions, and that's it.The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he should have some advantages over that Shakespeare expert Professor Buschrow.He'd better be able to crack the code, because no matter how professional Buszrow is, he can't decode it.Therefore, in addition to having to learn a lot about Shakespeare, he also had to decipher and read Brace Godo's coded letter.Quesetti drove all the way back to New York with these things in his head, and occasional mundane fantasies: he faced his angry husband, they fought and Quesetti won; And mysterious.He had discovered all her tricks and forgave her, and that manuscript brought him great wealth, and also made a blockbuster that caused a sensation in the movie world, which did not succumb to the taste of the market, but could touch audiences everywhere.Who says making a film requires a long apprenticeship, cheap student films, and fawning over some Hollywood jerk? He got back to Queens at about eight o'clock on Saturday night and went to bed, where he slept for twelve hours.Waking up feeling refreshed, he hasn't felt that way in a long time, but it's Sunday, and he's a little bummed that he'll have to wait until Monday to start his projects.So he went to mass with his mother, and to his mother's delight, made him a rich and delicious breakfast.He eats with gratitude, thinking of the miserable kids in that house, and how grateful he is to have grown up in such a family, but he knows it's not cool to think that way.At dinner, he told his mother what he had discovered the day before. So it's all a lie.she says. Not really.Quesetti said, still a bit reveling in his fictional version: She had apparently been in a hurry to escape a bad situation, so part of the story may be true, she changed the place names and some details, but according to the kid , this man did lock her in the basement.She was likely abused as a child and has been abused all the time. She didn't mention that she was married at all, and she left the child and ran away.Xiaoai, I'm sorry, this is not a good thing, she could have reported it to the police. Quesetti stood up suddenly, put the finished cups and dishes in the sink, and started to wash the dishes with anger.He said: "That's right, but we weren't there and not all of us have a happy family like us.The government sucks sometimes, and we have no idea how much torture she's been through. Well, Albert, Mom says: You don't have to throw dishes to express your opinion either.You're right, we don't know what she's been through, I'm just a little worried that you're getting involved with this woman, you don't know much about her, and she's married again.You seem a little too paranoid.Quesetti turned off the tap and turned to face his mother: Mom, this is indeed paranoia, I want to find her, and if possible, I want to help her.To do this, I must solve these puzzles, he paused, and I need your help.no problem dear.Better than long nights of Scrabble, his mother said with a smile. The next day, Mary Pegg began browsing online resources on cryptography, as well as connecting by phone and e-mail with her extensive network in libraries around the world.Quesetti called Fanny in the library.Dubowitz, glad to hear that she has read the James I handwriting of Bracegold's letters and entered the contents of his last letter into the computer.She also transcribed a copy of the cipher from the secret message, and sent samples of paper and ink to the laboratory for analysis.According to the earliest date the laboratory can determine, this is indeed a document from the seventeenth century. By the way, this Brace Godou really knows how to tell a story, she said: This will cause a sensation in the academic world, unless it is a bunch of lies.If only you weren't so stupid to sell the originals! I know, but now I can't help it.Quesetti tried to put on a cheerful voice: If I can find Lori, maybe I can get the original back.Also, are there any rumors in the library circle?Have you heard of any heavyweight manuscripts unearthed? There isn't even a rumor, I've searched the manuscript research circles, if Professor Bustrow is authenticating this manuscript, he must be doing it in secret. Isn't that weird?I thought he was going to hold a press conference. Yes, but this man has been badly lied to before, and he won't tell the world unless he's absolutely sure.However, there are only a few people in the world who have the ability to credibly comment on such a manuscript, and I have contacted all of these people. They all laughed when they heard Bustraud's name. No one has heard from him recently. Well, he might be hiding out in the secret castle and enjoying himself.Will you email me the file right away?I want to solve the riddle. Well, I will send it now, and I will also send it to my friend Klimt, I think you will need his help.I looked a little bit, and the password doesn't look simple. When he got the e-mails, Quesetti printed out Fanny's transcribed Bracegrave letters instead of reading them directly on the screen.He read it several times, especially the part at the end about spying on Shakespeare, trying not to blame himself too much for selling the original.He almost sympathized with that bastard Buszrow. When he saw this document, his heart must have been turbulent. He admired Buszrow for being so calm.He tried his best not to keep thinking about another, bigger treasure, and not allowing himself to think about Luo Li.Quesetti was not very enthusiastic about his studies when he was a student, but when he was interested in something, he could concentrate very much, just like he did when he studied film history. He became an encyclopedia of film history.Now he put that concentration to deciphering Brace Godou's letters and poring over the pile of cryptography books his mother had borrowed from the various libraries that night. For the next six days, he did nothing but go to work, study cryptography, and try to decrypt it.He went to church again on Sunday and found himself praying more fervently than usual, hoping to find an answer.After returning home, he returned to his room, ready to start research again.That's when his mother stopped him. Xiao Ai, take a rest, today is Sunday. No, I thought of a way to try. Honey, you're exhausted and out of your mind, and it's no good running around like a guinea pig.Sit down, I'll make some sandwiches, you can have a beer and let me know where you're going.Believe me, this will help. Quesetti forced himself to sit down, ate a bacon fudge sandwich, and drank a bottle of Budweiser before realizing that his mother was right and that he did feel like he was alive again.After eating, Mary Peg asked him: What have you found so far?Have you found anything? Not counting, do you know the password? The level is probably at the level of the game version of the Sunday newspaper. Well, at least it's a start.The most common way of writing code words in the early seventeenth century is called named cipher, which is a kind of text written in code, that is, some code words are used to represent the real message, and the vocabulary is very limited, such as boxes for armies, needles for ships, and so on.These words and connectives will use simple substitutions to form codes, and sometimes there may be more complex changes.But our cipher letter is not a replacement code, I think the cipher we are facing is written in the kind of cipher that Brace Godou mentioned in his own letter, that is, he invented it for Lord Dumbarton Kind of, and it's not just simple replacement words.I guess, this is a true multi-character encryption. What does this mean? It's a bit complicated, I'll write it for you.He left his seat and came back with a mess of papers.Well, the simplest secret language is to replace one letter with another, usually with a certain interval, for example, A abdicates to D, then C represents G, and so on. This is called Caesar's transposition method, because it is said that Caesar invented of.But if you know the frequency of letters used in the language on the file, it can be deciphered in just a few minutes. In English, the most frequently used letter is ETAOIN SHRDLU. That's right.Of course, the spies also knew this, so they invented an encryption method, using a different letter to mark the substitution code in the encrypted text, so that the frequency of the letter can be faked. Do you mean using a completely different alphabet, for example in Greek? No, I mean that.He pulled out a piece of paper from the pile of paper and spread it out on the table. In the 16th century, the architect Jaboti invented the substitution encryption method, which was encrypted by arranging and combining multiple letters on a copper plate.Not long after, it was said that a French mathematician named Berez.Virginejo, using Caesar's shifted twenty-six letters, invented the so-called polysyllabic substitution cipher.If Bryce Godou was studying encryption at the time, I think it should be studying this, or something similar. They call it the table method or the Virginejo table.These twenty-six letters, the first line is regularly arranged from A to Z, and the second line is arranged from the second letter of the previous line, so it is from B to Z plus A, and then the next line is arranged from C to Z, add A and B, and so on, while the horizontal axis and left column are written with letters in general order as indexes. When using this method, how do you mask the frequency of letters? Use a keyword.Pick a particular word, then use that word to look up the table, find that letter in each column, and repeat until you find the last letter.For example, we picked your name, Mary Peg, as a key phrase, and it happens that the seven letters in your name are not repeated, so it is just right to use it as a key phrase.He wrote his mother's name several times with a pencil.Now, let's say we want to encrypt something. The incident happened, run away. (Flee, all is discovered.) Mary Pegg proposed. You really can speak at any time.Alright, let's put the original message of the crime, run away, on the key words, like this (Refer to Figure 1) Now to encrypt, we take the first letter of the message, which is F, and the first letter of the keyword, which is M, and then look up the table, column F, column M, and we can find that the letter that intersects is R.Next is the second letter L of the message and the second letter A of the keyword, so it is column L and column A, and the intersection letter is still L.Next is column E, column R, and V is obtained.Next, the second E of the secret language corresponds to the Y of the keyword, so the column Y of the E column gets C.Although the original message contained two identical letters of E, the resulting substitution letters were different, so the cipher could not be analyzed by frequency.Hold on to me, let me finish this, and you'll understand. Quesetti quickly filled in the encrypted letters and got: (Refer to Figure 2) Note that the two repeated L's in the original message are also hidden.He said: Now, the simple frequency analysis method has been unable to crack this encryption method.For the past three hundred years, as long as no one knows what the key words are, this encrypted message has been impossible for anyone to decipher.That's why historically they had to torture spies: the key words had to be forced out. Virginie Table: (Refer to Figure 3) How to crack it? There are a few letters to find the keyword.To know how many letters there are, it is necessary to analyze the repeated pattern in the encrypted message, which is called the Kasisi Kekoff decryption method.If the message is very long, or if there are several sets of messages, FL will be juxtaposed with MA again, and you will get the group of letters RL again, and there will be several other groups of two or three letters in parallel, and you can count the repetitions Shift between words and find common numbers.In our example, with a seven-letter key, it is relatively easy to find repetitions at displacements of seven, fourteen, or twenty-one.Of course, now we can use calculation tools and computers to calculate, as long as we know that the key word has seven letters, it is very simple, because you know that the seven letters are found by using this table, so you can use ordinary frequency analysis method to crack encrypted messages or reconstruct keywords.There is decryption software that can be downloaded on the Internet, and it can be calculated on a personal computer in a few seconds. Then why haven't you cracked it yet? He ran his hands through his hair and moaned.If I knew it, I would have a way to crack it.The thing is, it's not a simple Virginejo encrypted message. Maybe, but the keyword is pretty long.From what you've said, the longer the keyword, the harder it is to deduce the repeating pattern. Makes sense.The problem is, long keywords are easy to forget, and it's hard to communicate if you have to change keywords on the fly.For example, if this group of people wanted to change their keywords every month to avoid being discovered by others, then they would definitely want to use a keyword that they could whisper to the agent in the dark, or else A keyword that can hide in a seemingly unrelated message.Now, the detectives will get something called a one-time password, which is a set of pre-printed, very long, and completely randomly selected letters, which are used as keywords.After the detectives use this keyword to decrypt, they burn the paper, so that even high-end computers cannot crack it.But this method had not been invented in 1610. Are there other possibilities? This could also be a Katange cipher.If that's the case, we're done.Seeing her mother's confused expression, Quesetti added: Kadange is a piece of cardboard with holes punched in it. Put the cardboard on the inner text, and the words exposed in the holes are the message.That means that this is not a password letter. For example, if I write a random piece of meaningless text and put Katange on it, I may see RUG, USE, or RUSE But if they used this kind of board, the text should look like a normal letter: Dear mum, I had a great time in London, bought a new top, caught a few bears, hope you are here, Sincerely, love you Xiaocha.Then after putting the board on, it will reveal the text that the incident happened and escaped quickly.The point is that the text with the message inside shouldn't look suspicious, should it? Quesetti patted himself on the head, as if he felt like an idiot, of course, it seems that I can't solve this mystery.In short, I have encountered a bottleneck and I don't know how to continue. I didn't ask any more questions.Still, I think you need a break. that's right.He wiped his face with his hands and asked her: what date is it today? October 14th, what's the matter? There's a Caribbean film show at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, and I want to see "Man and God," which is about a Haitian voodoo comrade. If I can relax with a movie for a while, maybe there will be something new when I come back. idea. That sounds like a good idea, honey.Mary Pegg said. Her tone and the expression on her face seemed to mean something, so Quesetti stopped, looked at her carefully and asked: What's the matter? Nothing honey, if you don't mind, I'd like to see the encrypted file too. Just go for the challenge.Quesetti said, with just a little smirk: It's not as easy as a crossword puzzle. As a result, it was more than four hours since he went home this trip, because after the movie ended, he met a few weird movie lovers, had a cup of coffee with them, and kept discussing movies from technical and artistic aspects.He enjoyed these funny, serious conversations with them, and he made a few good points himself, chatted with a girl who was making a documentary, and they exchanged phone numbers.Quesetti hadn't felt so human in a long time.It had been nearly two months since Luo Li's incident from start to finish, leaving him with strange emotional ashes.He now feels that is not love.Of course there is a passionate reaction, but as his mother pointed out, if a passionate reaction can become a bond, it depends on mutual kindness and a little commitment from both parties, which of course Luo Li didn't give him.He saw nothing but the note in that stupid letter she sent Mr. Glaser: Oh, and a heartfelt farewell to Quesetti on the way.The incident still haunts him, more as an insult to his personal aesthetics than a blow to his ego.This is wrong, he himself would never write such a script plot in this way, and since he is a unique film director of realism, he believes that such things should not exist in reality, Quesetti said when he took the subway Thinking about these. When he got home, he saw his mother drinking vodka with a strange person in the living room. Quesetti stood at the door, watching his mother calmly introduce him, saying that this is Rodslow.Mr Klimt.She was too calm, it really made Quesetti suspicious.The man stood quite tall, about a dozen centimeters taller than Quese, and bowed stiffly while shaking hands.This man's face looked as sharp and intelligent as an eagle's. He was obviously a foreign immigrant, but Quesetti couldn't tell. Anyway, he didn't think he looked like a native American: clear blue eyes pierced through the round metal frame. When he came out, thick thick silver hair was piled on his broad forehead, like the feathers on the helmet of a centurion of the Roman legion.He was about the same age as Mary Peg, or a little older, and the gray suit was a little too big for a dark shirt and no tie; the suit was supposed to be cheap because it was poorly cut and hung like that on his long, thin frame. .Still, the man had an almost military erectness, as if he had only temporarily lost his well-tailored military uniform. Quesetti sat in an armchair while his mother brought a chilled glass of vodka.He didn't know why, but he really needed this glass of wine.After drinking some wine, he looked at Mary Peg with provocative eyes, and she said softly: Mr. Klimt is a friend of Aunt Fanny, since you have encountered a bottleneck, I will ask him to come and see your Encrypted files. Right.said the son. Yes.Klimt said: "I've looked at it, checked it a little bit.As you guessed, this is a polysyllabic substitution encrypted script, and it is indeed not just encrypted according to the Viginejo table, that is too simple.His slight accent reminded Quesetti of Aunt Fanny; his demeanor was calm and scholarly, at least able to appease Quesetti's dissatisfaction at first. So what the hell is this?Quesetti immediately asked back. I guess it's the dynamic keyword.Klimt said, take a paragraph from a book and use it as a dynamic keyword.Do you know how this method works?Compared with the encrypted text, the key word will be very long, so it is useless to use the Kasisi Kekow method to decode it. Is this something like a book code or something? No, the two are different.The so-called book code is a set of codes, such as fourteen, seven, six, that is to say, please refer to a certain book, such as "World Almanac" or similar books, turn to the fourteenth page and find the seventh line and the sixth line. words and the answer is there; or you can use letters, for example, the fourth or tenth letter.Although the dynamic keyword also uses a book, it uses the content of that book as a long continuous keyword, but this is not as safe as people think. Why?Isn't this a lot like a one-time-and-lose password? Klimt shook his head, it doesn't look like it, the one-time password consumes a lot of information during the transmission process.Because the letters are randomly selected, even if you know one of the letters in the key words, you still don’t know which letters are the others; however, according to the dynamic keywords extracted from English books, if you see the letter Q, it will definitely follow Which letter comes next? U of course. That's right.As I said, the amount of message loss is low, so our method of cracking is to put the possible content and encrypted text side by side, and check step by step until we find a recognizable place. What do you mean by possible context? Oh, that is to say, those words that appear repeatedly, such as The, and, this, etc., we compare the encrypted content until we find that these words point to ing or shi, then we can go back and check the table, so that we can find More keywords, and finally we will find the book from which the keywords came from, that is, the book that was used as the source of the keywords, and then we can completely crack it.It's not terribly complicated, but we're going to need a computer, or a bunch of smart ladies.At this point he smiled, showing his little yellow teeth, and his glasses gleamed, and Quesetti felt that Klimt must have led such a group of ladies before. Is mine okay?Queser asks: My computer, not my lady. If you can connect to other people's computers, that's fine. There are some people in the world who like to crack codes for entertainment. They will lend out computer computing cycles that are temporarily unused. For example, it is late at night, and it is always late at night in some places.I can help you set up a network to connect these computers, and we are lucky to have encrypted messages from 1610. Why do you say that? 因為這些隨機關鍵詞的出處一定是印刷品，而且當時的印刷品比現在少太多了。事實上根據你媽媽所告訴我的這些人之特性，我賭這一定是英文版聖經。所以現在可以開始了嗎？ Now? 對啊，你反對嗎？ 嗯，現在有點晚了。奎塞提說。 沒關係，我睡得很少。 瑪莉佩格說，我會讓克林姆睡在派蒂以前的房間。 奎塞提喝完他的伏特加，壓抑著平常習慣性的顫抖，然後站起來說：媽，看來妳都安排好了，那我就去睡了。 次日早上，吵醒奎塞提的不是他的鬧鐘，而是粗重的敲門聲，接著他媽媽激動地搖晃他的肩膀。他對她眨眨眼，怎麼啦？ 你一定要看這個。她把紐約時報推到他面前，打開報導地方犯罪貪汙和名人那一版。 英國文學教授於哥倫比亞大學教職員宿舍遭人殺害 這條標題讓他馬上清醒過來。他揉揉惺忪睡眼，開始閱讀那篇報導，然後又重讀了一遍。這則報導很短，警察保持一貫的作風，口風很緊，但是記者用到了折磨至死這個詞，這就足夠讓奎塞提的胃裡開始翻騰。 打給二姊派蒂。He said. 我已經打過了。瑪莉佩格說，語音信箱，她會回電的。對於這個慘案，你怎麼想？ 看來事情不妙。我把手稿賣給他之後，他人就消失了。他可能在英國待了兩個月，或許跟羅莉在一起，也或許沒有，然後他回來這裡，有人把他折磨至死。或許那部劇本手稿真的存在，而他找到了，有人發現他知道了，就折磨他，要讓他把東西交出來。 小艾，你在編電影。他只是個英國文學教授，真實世界裡不會發生這樣的事情。 那為什麼他慘遭刑求謀殺？可不是為了提款機密碼。 也許他還欺騙了其他人，某個男孩的媽媽去報仇了，從我們所知道他的性格看來，他可能牽扯上很多骯髒勾當。 媽，相信我，無論是不是編劇本，事實就是如此。我得起床了。 這就是叫媽媽離開的暗號。奎塞提走進淋浴間，發現自己的思緒又飄回羅莉身上，還有他的電影情節，以及她是否有可能是整部電影的反派女主角，就像《梟巢喋血戰》裡面瑪莉．愛斯特飾演的布莉姬．歐修尼斯一樣。人生不只如戲，戲更是人生為何會發生這些事情的原因，電影教導人們的行為舉止如何當個男人，如何當個女人，定義什麼是有趣的，什麼是恐怖的。拍電影的人不懂這一點，他們只是想賺錢而已，但事實的確如此。 好，現在他簡直就是身處在《梟巢喋血戰》的情節裡，這是他第二喜歡的電影，僅次於《中國城》，事實上這兩片根本就是同一部電影，只是場景年代不同。為什麼他總是喜歡描寫壞女孩的電影？他對著淋浴蓮蓬頭想著，如果卡洛琳．羅莉真的參與了布斯卓的謀殺案，他是否真能將她交給警方，或許她這條命就掌握在他手裡。僅僅只是想像這樣的情節就讓他心跳加速，他把水溫調低一格，讓水流到他發熱的臉上。 第一封加密信 爵爺啊，兩週已經過去，我離開你家也有一段時間了，容我藉此信告訴你目前的進度。我住在主教門街上的藤蔓酒館。有一天星期五，我和威爾斯先生走出了我們的住處。這段時間裡，他一直和我在一起。和他相處十分辛苦，他不但花天酒地，而且還是個十足的醉鬼，在酒館裡老是口無遮攔，到處吹嘘，危害我們的機密計畫。我經常得將他揪回房間，痛打他一頓，威脅他不能再犯；不過，他清醒的時候倒是個膽小鬼，在我的威脅之下都會乖乖聽話。他沒喝酒時，教了我一些秘密天主教徒彌撒和迷信的禱告文，以及他們會做的動作，必要時，才能讓我混入他們之中。 附近的住户大多是牲畜販子和遊手好閒的人。遊手好閒的人中，有一半是天主教徒，剩下的則全是該下地獄的無神論者，那裡很少看到新教徒。那天，我們沿主教門街走，威爾斯喝了酒，臉色蒼白，一身是汗，一直想要找個地方停下來，好好再喝上幾杯白酒：但我有好好警告過他，要他閉嘴，他的恐懼都寫在臉上。後來，我們到了利登賀街的天鵝酒館，他說，莎士比亞常待在這個地方。他解釋道：莎士比亞如果沒受到有錢人款待的時候，就喜歡在這裡租個小房間。他原本是住靠銀街那邊，不過後來也沒住了；他以前每天會到環球或黑僧劇院，但現在也比較少去，因為他後來靠經營妓院賺了不少錢。那時天鵝酒館裡有一些人，大都是賭客、地痞流氓、莊家和罪犯。威爾斯從酒保口中打聽到此刻莎士比亞現在就在樓上，租了一間房，早上似乎都習慣在那裡專心寫東西。威爾斯交待一位少女上樓，向莎士比亞傳話，說有一位親人想見他：那人就是我。不久，莎士比亞下來了，身高中等，有一點點鬍子，禿頭，略胖，穿著一件灰褐色的緊身上衣，一臉商人樣。威爾斯先生替我們彼此介紹了一下：威廉．莎士比亞，這位是你來自華威克郡的表親，理查．布瑞斯葛斗。 他說：那一定是母系那邊的表親，因為華威克郡裡從來就沒出現過這個名字。我說：沒錯，我的母親是在雅頓出生的。他聽到之後笑了一下，拍拍我的背，帶我到一張桌子旁，要招待我，酒侍便拿了啤酒過來。也沒人問威爾斯，他就自己開口點了加那利白酒，招呼一位他認識的流氓，還叫了一名妓女過來一起喝酒。這時，莎士比亞開始和我說話，但他說的話我聽不太懂，口音真的很怪。他發現我聽不懂之後便停下說：你不是華威克郡人。我說：我不是，我出生在倫敦，在提曲菲德長大。他說他常去提曲菲德拜訪南漢普敦的貴族。他說這句話時，是用清楚的漢普郡口音說的，聽起來就和我表哥馬修的口音一模一樣，害我大吃了一驚。事後我才回想起，莎士比亞原本是個演員，本來就擅長模仿任何人口音。 後來我們聊到了我們的家族。我發現他的家族可以追溯到很早，從帕克霍爾的華特．雅頓爵士開始算起，和我一樣，但他是長子湯瑪士的子孫，我則是理查這一邊，他聽了很開心。我跟他說，我的外祖父因為是天主教徒，所以被判叛國罪吊死。他嚴肅地望著我說：是啊，我的叔叔在舊女王時期也是這樣死的。於是我們繼續聊，他請我說說我的故事。我跟他說的大部分是事實，從我小時候開始，如何成為鑄鐵鋪的學徒，一直說到大砲和英荷戰爭的事。我從來沒有見過有人能聽別人的故事聽得那麼高興。大部分的人大都比較愛吹嘘自己的事，總要加油添醋將自己現實的人生增添色彩。他卻不是如此。我這時說的話全是真的，因為彼葛先生說過，謊話要包在一千句真話裡，才蒙混得過去。至於那位威爾斯先生，喝到現在整個人變得醉醺醺的。他開始向莎士比亞抱怨，說自己已經好幾個星期沒有工作，莎士比亞卻老是請一些比他還爛的演員。莎士比亞說：沒有啊，波比莒先生不是有警告你好幾次了嗎？他說你下次來劇院的時候，如果又喝酒，到台上跌倒又忘詞的話，他就會把你換掉。結果，你還是沒聽他的勸告。最後他也把你換掉了。我實在沒有辦法幫你。其實我很感謝你，你曾經把波瑕演得那麼好。但是，威爾斯先生毫不領情。他說：你這個卑鄙的人，我總有一天要看你走到窮途末路，被人吊死，此刻早已有人設好了陷阱，你等著瞧。我趕快用力踢他的腳踝，他痛得大叫，一時便要拔劍反擊，我趁他還沒準備好，就拿一顆石頭使勁打在他的頭上。他倒了下去，鮮血直流。剛剛和他喝酒的朋友見狀，便要跟我打架。我起身正準備拔劍，這時莎士比亞趕快替那些人叫了白酒和蛋糕，並親切、俏皮地說了些話，那幫流氓頓時氣也就消了。他命一位少女和酒侍把威爾斯先生搬到一張長椅上，付清了所有的帳，然後帶我走出那個酒館。他說：我們到別的、安靜一點的地方，我希望還能多跟你聊一聊。 於是我們沿著主教門街走，轉到康丘街，走上西奇普街，往聖保羅教堂的方向。他又再次問起我這一生發生的事，我盡我所能回答，同時也回憶起了許多我早已忘記的事。當我跟他說，我最近怎麼成為走私商的時候，他怔了怔，要祜我再說一次那兩個字，還發誓他從來沒聽過這個詞。他馬上用鉛筆將這個詞寫在隨身的小筆記本上，看起來非常開心，彷彿在泥濘之中撿到了一先令一般。我們後來到了教堂附近，走到星期五街美人魚酒吧的招牌旁，那裡許多人都認識莎士比亞，熱情地向他打招呼。他客氣地一一回禮後，就帶我到角落火爐旁的位子，我想這是他平常習慣坐的座位，酒侍問也沒問就替他拿來一小杯啤酒，也順便幫我拿了一杯。他繼續要我多講述些我人生的故事，尤其是海上的生活。他一聽到我登上海上冒險號，在百慕達島遭遇船難的事時，便十分興奮，再次拿出他的小筆記本，我一邊說，他就一邊記了下來。他非常想知道加勒比亞人的個性、風俗，還有吃不吃人肉等。我向他發誓，我這一生還沒碰過半個加勒比亞人，百慕達島上一個人也沒有。但我說了很多我們怎麼造船，怎麼從島上逃出困境，安全抵達維吉尼亞的事。住在維吉尼亞的英國人說，那邊的印第安人確實會吃人肉，而且是十分兇殘、野蠻。他說他之前就有讀過這樣的事，但能從實際去過當地的人口中聽到，自然是最好的。他又細問了船難的事：水手們有什麼反應？乘客又是怎麼樣？他們有沒有因為眼前的危險而感到恐懼，有沒有哀嚎、哭叫？我跟他說，我們的水手長冒著暴風雨在甲板上拼命時，是怎麼咒罵維吉尼亞總督湯瑪士．蓋茲的，最後還拿了一條繩子追著他追到艙房。船長看了大聲喝斥，說應該要把水手長鞭打一頓，但後來還來不及處罰他，船就撞上了礁石。 當我說這個故事的時候，莎士比亞向剛進門的人和在場的人喊：過來聽聽這個故事，這是我的表弟，他去過新大陸，而且還曾經歷過船難。不久後我們旁邊就聚集了一群人，或坐或站。有些人不相信我，認為我說的故事只是一大堆謊言，就和一般水手說的故事沒兩樣。但莎士比亞向這些人說：這個人說的話都很合理，故事裡沒有龍、沒有怪獸、沒有海龍捲、沒有任何幻想的情節，他只是忠實陳述航行中在船上所遇到的危險。他又繼續說：我曾讀過他所說的這起船難的紀錄，細節和他所說的都相符合。 因此大家就都相信我說的話了。故事說完之後，他們坐下來閑聊，用一種我從沒見過的方式對話。那些話很難記住，因為都是些嬉笑的話語，無法留在腦海中，至少我記不起來。內容非常下流，全是有關老二和陰户的事，但他們不直說，內容都暗藏在其他看似純真的話語中。他們不會直接提到那些關鍵字，而是由另一個人把原本的字意扭曲，用另一個字暗示，然後眾人便一次又一次扭曲原意，所以我永遠不知道他們在說什麼。這就是他們所說的雙關。有一位先生叫強森，可以用拉丁文和希臘文表現這種骯髒的雙關，雖然在場的人都聽不大懂，但大家一樣笑翻天，尊稱他為無聊的老學究。他是另一位邪惡的劇作家，這些無恥之徒相當推崇他，地位僅次於莎士比亞，但他自視第一。他是一位自負、驕傲的人，而且我想他是個徹頭徹尾的天主教徒，罵了許多有關新教和新教教士的事。莎士比亞替我炫耀說，我曾經在法蘭德斯對抗西班牙人，強森先生說他也是，並訊問我細節，問我是在哪一場戰役、有沒有被圍攻、當時是在哪個指揮官麾下、是什麼時候等等。於是我據實回答了他。但當他知道我是負責大砲的人時，他啐了一聲說，那才不是什麼士兵的工作，就只是搬貨和裝卸的活兒，並述說自己是怎麼帶著自己的矛到弗洛辛和聚特芬作戰。不過，顯然大家都聽過這個故事，便開始嘲弄他，用雙關語隱涉他的矛，說他用矛刺過的法蘭德斯少女比西班牙人還多。這裡我想他們指的是他的私處。莎士比亞平常主要是聆聽，但他說話的時候，大家都會專注聽他說話。後來，強森先生就不斷搬出許多拉丁俗諺，展現自己的雙關。他也喝了不少酒，還吃了一塊肉派。不久，他抬起腳來，放了超大的一個屁。莎士比亞馬上脫口說：文學士開口了，快記下來。全場哄笑，就連強森先生也笑了。但我聽不懂其中的好笑之處。 好幾個鐘頭過去，我想天色差不多暗了下來，莎士比亞對我說：理查，我在黑僧劇院有些事，你要不要跟我一起來？我想私下再跟你多聊一些。於是我就跟他去了。他問我目前的打算，是要再回到海上嗎？我回答：我已經受夠了船難，受夠了漂流，我也不想再嘗到戰爭的滋味，我想要好好待在一個地方，能有足夠的食物，晚上有一張床，一座好火爐，自食其力，累積財富就好。我心底是希望有一天能夠結婚的。他說：戰爭、走私、鑄造大砲外，你還有什麼特長能賺錢呢？我說：我對數字很敏銳，可能可以找到土地測量之類的工作，並找到一位雇主。話說到此，我們便到了劇院，戲院剛散場，觀眾陸續從裡面走出來，之中有許多有錢人，身上穿著毛皮和珠寶，但也有許多平民。我們穿過一群收垃圾的，以及在外等待的馬伕、侍者等才進得去。進去之後是一座大廳，四周點滿了蠟燭，不過有一個人已經在弄熄蠟燭了。我們進到舞台後方的小房間，裡面有幾個人。其中一位全身穿著黑色的高級天鵝絨衣，臉上仍帶著妝。而另外兩位很明顯是商人，還有一位是簿記員之類的。最後兩位粗壯的傢伙手上拿著刀，其中一位沒有耳朵，另一位只有一隻眼睛。我後來才知道他們的名字，但此時除了最後兩位之外，所有人都站在那邊吵架，怒罵對方為無恥的騙徒。 莎士比亞走到他們之間說：發生什麼事了，各位，為什麼在吵架呢？於是他們便說了：他們在吵每天晚上分紅的事。演員組要分一部分，內務組也要分另一部分，晚上的收入報酬又分有許多不同的細目。簿記員手中只有一本簿子，裡面記下了每一筆錢，但我看了一下，發現其實做帳的方式相當簡陋而過時，就像市場中的小魚販一樣，不適用於劇院這麼大的事業：黑心的人可以藉機摸走許多利潤。莎士比亞說：好心的簿記員先生，麻煩你拿你的板子和代幣過來，讓我們親眼看看計算的經過，難道我們不都是誠實的人嗎？在舞台上不都算最好的嗎？這雙關一出惹得大家都笑了，簿記員先生便走了出去。此時，我問莎士比亞先生每個人的分紅是多少、怎麼算，我看了看桌上打開的帳簿，仔細看了他們之前重新算帳時，所用的算式和板子，並發現了簿記員抄寫時所犯下的錯誤。簿記員先生一直沒有回來，那兩個帶刀的人便出去抓他。這時我拿出鉛筆，算出關鍵的總頟，並分好好幾份。簿記員被拖回來時，手中還拿著板子和代幣，代幣從他袖口一顆顆掉了出來。他剛剛逃去喝酒，現在已經醉到沒辦法理解他自己寫的算式，而且，他寫的東西其他人也都看不懂。這時候，我向他們提起這件事，給他們看我的發現，講述我的方法。這對他們來說是很新奇的事，我看到莎士比亞對著我微笑，因為他最欣賞的事莫過於智慧了。我又說：各位，在這邊吵誰該拿多少錢是沒有用的，因為用這本帳簿的話，只有神才算得出來你能拿多少錢。而且，我先聲明，我並沒有要冒犯這位簿記員先生，因為我完全不認識他。但是事實看得出來，任何人都可以在不知不覺中，偷走你們的錢。這就像是半夜手上棒著滿滿的錢，蒙住眼睛走在肖爾迪區，卻妄想不被偷一樣。後來，眾人又談論了一陣，都決定應該要雇用我，以義大利的複式記帳法重算帳簿，負責分配所得紅利；此時，莎士比亞說他會為我擔保，因為我是他的表弟。 之後，莎士比亞帶我去美人魚酒館吃飯，就像我之前所說，又和朋友渡過一段快樂的時光。後來，我睡在他租的房子中的一間房裡，在黑僧劇院附近。我在那邊忽然大笑出聲。他問我為什麼。我說：我現在才想通了，你是影射屁學士，因為他那時候放了一個屁。他微笑說：我們應該有辦法增強你的反應能力，一週以內我能讓你當下就聽懂我們話中的俏皮之處。之後我們就睡了。我暗自心想，目前為止我應該做得還不錯，因為我進入了這一群邪惡之徒的核心，實在是我們計畫的一大進展。爵爺哪，我謙卑地執行自己的義務，並向您致上無上的榮耀，願主保護您，保祐我們的計畫。 六一〇年一月十日星期五，於倫敦 Richard.布瑞斯葛斗