Chapter 19 Section 3 Spy

"Technical arms! Do you know what technical arms are, Wenzel?? Well, my mother once warned me not to go to the military service-I tell you, my friend, technical soldiers are specialized in peeling potatoes And kitchen special class, chore class, junk class?? Omg, if only I had the same major as you in college. You're a great agent now, I saw you in the paper , that's a pretty good job!" "Oh, my Mosman, I was just about to quit my job." "Don't! My friend, you are always much stronger than me now? But, speaking of it, it seems that we haven't been in touch for more than a year."

"To be exact, since the last meeting." "A party at Devin's house? And Antigo and Camillo? Oh, I probably remember—you were still in the police academy training at that time? How time flies." "Huh? I remember you mentioned at that party that you can use the military's network to obtain some information that is difficult to obtain through normal channels." "Ha, and you know how much work I put into it all through college! Trust me, my friend—there's no secret in this world that I can't get with the right tools." "This seems to be the exact words you said at the last meeting?"

"That's right, that's right? You don't know, over the past year, my skills have improved in addition to peeling potatoes! Oh, you must have read the report-that guy named 'Charlie the Lion'. " "The one that hacked into the Pentagon?" "Yeah, that's crap that's been on the front page for a month? My God, he just stole a worm program I wrote, that Yankee?" "That is to say, you can easily hack into the military network that the United States is proud of?" "From the L2S18 server, that program is hardly even needed - that's why I posted it on a secret hacker site: the buggy cutie with version 0,85a is my gift New Year's gift for them?" Mosman said triumphantly.

"Can you also check the spending status of a designated private account? Even without knowing the account number?" "Just tell me the name, that's a piece of cake?" "Rügenmann Hofer, the private account of the president of the Hofer Consortium." There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone—after about half a minute, Mossman took my words: "Aren't you kidding? It's still a month away from April Fool's Day? But, it's not funny at all." Mossman said with a dry smile. "Otherwise why would I call you? My techie friend?"

"Hey, do you really think I can hack into the Pentagon?" "You just said it, and, besides, I believe you can do it—I believed it when I was in college?" Probably during the seventh semester at the University of Liberty, Mossman used a Trojan horse program he wrote to obtain the overpass password of the computer room of the school, and then wrote the password on the door of the computer room with a spray gun. Even called the police about it: It's a pity that the network expert of the police spent a full three months, but he couldn't find Mosman's hidden name, student number and phone number from the Trojan horse. In the small circle of friends, it was almost passed on as a myth.

"That's different? Well, forget it. Hey, I said, what's the use of you looking up those things? That's a crime!" Mosman's voice sounded tense. "Nature has my own use? You know, of course it's related to the case." But I was calm. "Hey, Wenzel, why don't I just hack into the Pentagon myself instead of letting that disgusting 'Charlie the Lion' get it?" Before I could answer, Mosman answered by himself: "Illegally obtaining information related to national security, whether it is from this country or another country, according to the laws of this state, you will be sentenced to 25 years in prison without parole? What is the concept of 25 years, do you understand?"

"However, what I want you to investigate does not seem to involve national security?" "Illegal access to private information is enough for 15 years!? There is no such precedent. That Nikano in California, USA?" "Hey, when did you know the law so well? It's not like the Mossman I know! I said, have you heard of the 'Shadow Killer' case?" "Is that pervert who gets caught in March every year? He's quite famous? Wait, don't say you're investigating this case—what does that have to do with the bank account of the president of the consortium?"

"Don't ask, Mossman? It is indeed the case. That's all I can say. It's a bit complicated? Do you believe, my friend, that with a little effort of yours, you can get it out of that perverted hand this month?" Saved a life in the world—I promise that by my police badge." In just a few days, this is the second time I've used my police badge as a bond—hope it won't become a habit. "Didn't you just say you were going to resign? Oh, well, for the sake of my friends. Huh? You wait there, I'll go over now, and call back later." "Do you know my home number?"

"I don't need to know?" Mosman hung up the phone hastily. Also, there must be a way for Mosman to get my number directly. So, while we wait for Mossmann's call back, we can talk about the old knife in the Rügenmanns' knife room: The sharp blade-shaped blade, the fish-belly-shaped stem, and the knife inscription that has been tampered with as "authentic"-according to the "Swords and Swords Guide", the knife in Mr. Rügenmann's knife room is genuine. His name should be "Muramasa". Although the swords of the Muramasa style are later than the authentic style in terms of time, their reputation and workmanship are no less than those made by the authentic style. It is not the work of modern knife merchants, but a compromise measure taken by the samurai in the shogunate era to avoid the destruction of the precious sword.In the era of Tokugawa Ieyasu, countries fought for years, and the knives produced by Muramasa were widely used because they were extremely sharp.During the war, many members of the Tokugawa family were killed by the sword of Muramasa, and even Ieyasu himself was injured by Muramasa three times.Therefore, Tokugawa Ieyasu regarded Muramasa's sword as an ominous thing, and immediately ordered it to be abolished after taking power-the Muramasa sword was facing extinction for a while.

Because the officials who inspected and destroyed the knives only used the inscription on the stem of the knife as the basis for judging whether it was "Cunzheng", many knife holders rubbed off the word "Cun" in the word "Cunzheng" on the knife inscription. , and engrave the word "Zong" in addition - that is, change the inscription of the knife to "Authentic", so as to preserve the sharp edge: This is also the reason why the word "Authentic" on the ancient knife is different in font. As for the real authentic knives, they are generally unmarked-a large part of the "authentic" circulating in the knife market are fakes, and there are also a few "muramasa" as mentioned above.

Well, of course I don’t think that the villager in the sword room is the murder weapon—in fact, I have now solved the biggest contradiction in this case: a certain basic knowledge about sword collection introduced in "Swords and Swords" It was a great help - and that's why I'm giving Mosman this call. It's a pity that I don't have time to explain here at the moment-the phone rang, and Mosman's actions were really fast enough: "name." I froze for a moment - Mossman didn't give me more time to think: just when I thought that he was asking me for the information of the object of inquiry, he went on to add: "Social security number, license plate number, office phone number, home address, even prison uniform number, you name it! My friend, I've forgotten that name you just mentioned - just like I can't remember the person in front of me." Same password for sexy babes? I said, hurry up, my share of potatoes is much worse today! When you get the information you want and write your case report comfortably, I Do you still have to worry about the small hills of potatoes here?" So, Mossman was still running among the potatoes when the caller with a deadpan voice got my call - it was almost nine o'clock now: my poor friend, may the Lord save him" Rügenmann Hofer, 9 Fafnir Street?" "Hey, that place is a wealthy area! You just said he is the president of some consortium?" "The Hofer Consortium?" "That's the family consortium? Hey, I look down on people like this the most: hereditary means decay, and nobility means degeneration—hey, 'Shadow Killer'. Look, how terrible is a depraved human heart?" I smiled and ignored him—everyone has their own style when they are serious; and Mosman's style is obviously a kind of rambling. "Hey, my friend, you laughed—are you complaining about me nagging again? I said, I will change this. Wenzel, I like nagging you? You have to know, I am now Living between the potato pile and the internet: Who would have gone crazy? And I'm just talking more - it's so much better! I'll bet all my brain cells to you: If When I am quiet one day, should I go crazy for you?" (Author's note: Although he once said this, but eleven years later, when Mosman checked the information of Stephen Martin and others on his home computer, his style But it has been replaced by silence—Wenzel is naturally not crazy: this fact, they would never have thought of it in 1992) "Hey, I can wait for that day? It's worth it to be crazy .” "Bank account, bank account? Which year do you want to check? Ha, which year? Inferior hereditary aristocratic grapes, the vintage must not be too long." Mossman did not forget his love for "hereditary grapes" while joking. "The consistent resistance to the word. "Aging around 1984-but at least the degree of kirsch: wine is not enough. You know, hereditary nobles like big money?", of course I am implying a large amount of money. "Ha, I see what you mean - is it difficult to uncap these wines?" "It's all right, you can use your potato knife - it's still in your hand." "Come on - of course it's in my pocket: how else would I type?" Mossman and I chatted casually—and the time passed so quickly.When I hung up I looked at the clock—it was eleven o'clock at night: I hope Mossman still has the energy to deal with his potatoes. I glanced at the post-it note in my hand again, and it read unmistakably: January 7, Swiss bank private account 3627459, cash 1.7 million (US dollars) March 24, Swiss bank private account 3627459, cash 4.5 million (US dollars) How to use the two funds , we can naturally develop many associations-but at least, the timing of these two seemingly unexpected cash expenditures will not be a coincidence: although we can attribute some embarrassment that we are unwilling to explain to coincidence, But these will be very strong evidence in the eyes of the judge and jury. Well, I'd say that, in most cases, illegally obtained evidence isn't evidence either - the value of what's on this note is merely the objective confirmation of my previous hypothesis: and found Compared with the mystery between station names, this can only be regarded as a small achievement. And Romeo's footprints that were close to his eyes have indeed become blurred.