blackstone code

Chapter 1354 Who are you like?
The wife, who was about to go to bed, froze for a moment, looked at the darkened ceiling after turning off the lights, and thought for a while, "I hope the world is peaceful."

Intellectuals are calmer than ordinary civilians in war, and as a woman, she is not keen on war.

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

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

Perhaps only Kausikao knew why he apologized, and he later agreed, "When I'm done with my busy time, we can have a good rest for a while."

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

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

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

Someone in the institute sent him the shoes he wore during the experiment, which saved him from the embarrassment of having only one shoe.

Back home, he first complained about the cracked shoes, and then finished his dinner as usual. At around eight o'clock, he found a leather goods store in the city with the broken leather shoes.

He has been here several times, but each time is many years apart.

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

"My leather shoes are cracked, I hope you can mend them." He took out the leather shoes from the box, and the young man shook his head after taking a look.

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

"These places can't stand up to long-term use, you should change a pair of shoes."

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

"One week, sir."

Kaosikao nodded noncommittally, "What about the fee?"

"Ordinary cowhide only costs 49 yuan, calfskin costs 69 yuan, and the labor cost is [-] yuan."

The price is not cheap, but in fact it is not expensive. This kind of handmade pure cowhide shoes are very durable, even if they are worn to do heavy work, they will not be easily cracked. Many workers will wear leather shoes and boots at work. reason.

A pair of shoes, worn for three to five years, costs an average of more than ten yuan and 20 yuan a year, which is within the acceptable range of most families.

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

Kausikao was silent, as if he was thinking, and the young clerk did not rush him. After a while, Kausikao suddenly asked, "Is there any crocodile skin?"

Who would make shoes out of crocodile skin?
The young clerk was a little dazed, but he didn't deny it immediately, but asked Kausko to wait a while, "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 soon he was also stunned for a moment, and then put down his work, "I've heard of crocodile skin making leather bags, but I haven't heard of making leather shoes. Maybe we can try it."

This explanation... seemed to make sense, and the young clerk watched him wait for further instructions, "Measure the customer and then go next door and ask if they have crocodile skin."

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

After the young clerk left, the boss came out. He looked at Kosko, "I've never heard of anyone who makes shoes with crocodile leather. You're lucky. I'm willing to try it."

Kausikao seemed to be refuting, and also seemed to be showing off his knowledge reserve, "I also know that shark skin can also be used to make leather shoes."

"Shark skin?" The old cobbler shook his head, "That's impossible, shark skin is too soft."

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

He fiddled with it twice, and noticed that there was something wrong with the heel. He put the leather shoes back, and then began to take tools to measure the data of Kosko's feet.

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

When he came back, Kosko was paying the bill, then he nodded to the young clerk and walked away.

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

Kausikao went back to work, and the old cobbler got up in the middle of the night.

Those conversations during the day sounded like ordinary chats, but in fact they were signs. He found Kosko's leather shoes, picked up a place that was later filled in the heel, and took out a pencil from inside. Thick little iron pipe.

This small iron pipe is only one inch long, and a lot of information is recorded in it in ciphertext, and the entire small iron pipe is in a sealed state.

The old cobbler couldn't open it, and he couldn't open it. Only when the thing returned to China would it be opened after confirmation.

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

Patrols with dogs passed by outside the house from time to time, and Peng Jieo's efforts to arrest spies became more and more intense. The old cobbler had already started to consider evacuating here.

No one had contacted him for so long, and it was only at this moment that he realized that his work had not been finished.

During the day, the old cobbler called someone to pick up the finished leather shoes, and handed over the small iron pipe to the other party by the way.

And this person left the local area with a small iron pipe, and got on the train to the port. People with them over there will find a way to send this information back to Sadoras.

Kausikao, on the other hand, continued to work for the Pengjieao Empire, checking the authenticity of some data obtained from other places every day.

He didn't know if the information he sent would return to Sadoras, or if it would play some role in the future, he only knew that he had to do it!

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

Sometimes there are not so many simple right and wrong in this world, only need and need.

Kosko soon got his pair of crocodile leather boots. After wearing them for a few days, he 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 calmed down soon.

At the end of July, after finishing all the work in hand, Kausikao stretched himself.

He can rest for a while, maybe it's time to take his wife out for a trip?

He seemed to have forgotten what he had done before. He sealed the things in a file bag, wrapped them up, and put them on the table for inspection and receipt.

After all the file bags were taken away, he took off only his underwear and came into the examination room.

"Your hemorrhoids are worse than before, Mr. Kosko." The inspecting soldier found something new, "You should pay more attention."

"Also, your inspection is over, you can leave."

Kosko got dressed and left here. On the way, he bought a bouquet of flowers, and also bought some cooked food, ham and so on.

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

His steps became extraordinarily brisk, and soon he returned outside the house. He tidied up his clothes, rearranged the bouquet, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

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

He saw the picture in the living room through the space around the officer.

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

"Professor Kausikao, I am a major of the Secret Bureau... and here is my ID."

The officer handed over his military ID card and work ID card, and at the same time invited Kaus Kao into the room, "Don't worry, this is just a routine job, if there are no accidents, we will leave soon."

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

Kausikao squeezed out a forced smile, and he entered the room.

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

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

Everyone in this country is a lunatic. It is actually very difficult to hide in a lunatic. No matter how well these outsiders hide, they may show their flaws.

It is even said that some of them have studied abroad and have been abroad. These are the main suspects.

Some of the unimportant ones have already been caught.

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

This time, they had some new gains.

A native who once studied in Sadoras had a brief contact with the target person before, whether he is a spy or not, it is necessary to undergo strict examination.

In the room, the terrified gazes of his wife and daughter made Kausikao feel a little pain in his heart, and he comforted the two of them through his eyes.

Then sat on the side of the table.

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

The officer first expressed his attitude in a very easy-going manner, and then he suddenly said with the accent of Sadoras, "You are not Kausikao, who are you?"

In an instant, Kausikao's heart stopped beating, and in less than a second, all his hairs stood on end, and he broke out in sweat!

His lips moved, and he asked in Peng Jieao's accent, "If I'm not Kausikao, who am I?"

(End of this chapter)