"But what if—"
The man with the gruff voice interrupted, "Stop bleeping and carry out your mission. The plane is one minute and twenty seconds from crashing. Get ready. We're going to jump."
"Yeah."
Qiao Nian heard the sound of static again. After that, she didn't hear anything else.
She was propping up her chin, ready to pull out the black box and listen to it again.
Just then, at the last minute.
She heard a clear stream of Morse code.
Qiao Nian paused and narrowed her eyes. She immediately found a pen and paper to write down what she had heard.
The water-based pen wrote a series of letter codes on white paper.
The black box finished broadcasting the last second of seeds.
Qiao Nian had just finished writing down the last letter. Then, she picked up the paper.
The letters of the Morse cipher required a specific decryption equation.
Unfortunately, she was good at playing with these numerical equations.
