"But what if..."
The man with the raspy voice continued: "Stop babbling, let’s execute the mission. The airplane will crash in one minute and twenty seconds, get ready, we’re going to parachute."
"Alright."
Nathalie Quinlan heard chaotic electronic sounds, and then she never heard those two voices again.
She propped her chin, preparing to take out the black box and listen to it again.
Just then, the final minute.
She heard a string of clear Morse code.
Nathalie stopped her hand movent, squinted her eyes, and imdiately found paper and pen to write down what she heard.
The water-based pen wrote a series of letter codes on the white paper.
The black box finished playing the last second.
Nathalie just managed to jot down the last letter, she stopped writing, picked up what she had noted on the paper, and looked intently at it.
Morse code letters require specific decryption formulas.
Coincidentally, the thing she excels at is playing with these nural formulas.
Especially when it cos to arrangent and combination of numbers and letters.
Nathalie practically knows them by heart.
She doesn’t need to go online to look up the aning of this string of Morse code, she can read through it quickly and has already translated them.
——’I placed the item in the Hillwood Library of McKinney, locker number 2203, password is 0806.’
After reading this string of Morse code, Nathalie was almost certain that this code was left by her mother.
Those two people before were pretty dumb, you could tell from their voice that their intelligence wasn’t high.
They absolutely wouldn’t know this difficult Morse code, nor think of leaving a ssage using Morse code.
Hillwood Library, locker 2203?
Nathalie pondered for a mont, first turned off Jeremiah Bonette’s playback device, then took out the black box from it and placed it back in her single shoulder bag.
Then she picked up the phone, searched through the recording she had made, and saved the recording first.
After saving the recording, Nathalie crumpled the piece of paper she used to jot down the Morse code earlier and threw it into the trash can, then zipped up her single shoulder bag, took her phone, and exited the storage room.
Outside.
The old butler had long brewed the tea and brought it out, placing it on the tea table in the living room.
Jeremiah Bonette saw her co out, raised his eyebrows, and said very gently: "Ms. Quinlan, how is it, is that equipnt usable?"
Nathalie walked over, her voice clear yet hoarse: "It works."
"Good that it works." Jeremiah’s eyebrow relaxed, then motioned to her invitingly, elegantly inviting her: "Your tea is ready, stay for lunch together at noon. Is there anything you’d like to eat, I’ll have the butler go out and buy it."
As he said this.
The Bonnete Family’s old butler lifted his head again, showing that painful and complex expression, extrely difficult to fathom.
The young master finding soone he likes is a good thing, but...given this age, it’s really kind of...he still felt it wasn’t quite suitable.
Yet he dared not say anything.
Nathalie noticed the butler’s complex and conflicted reaction, with one hand in her pocket, politely declined: "No, my friend is still waiting outside for ."
She paused, then lifted her gaze, speaking quite politely: "Mr. Bonette, I’ll treat you to a al on another day."
"Your friend?" Jeremiah paused, realized, chuckled, chuckled teasingly: "I bet it’s your boyfriend, right? Mr. Yancey outside?"
Nathalie didn’t make a sound, feeling quite annoyed, raised a hand to pull her hat down, and coughed once: "Ah. Yeah."
Jeremiah had seen through it long ago, saw her openly admit it, didn’t beat around the bush with himself, just laughed, and let her go cheerfully: "Alright, you go ahead and be busy. But as we agreed, this evens out the favor you did last ti helping investigate Eagle Eye. Regarding the matter in Sablehaven, I haven’t thanked you yet. When you have ti another day, Carn Radcliff and I will treat you to a al."
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