I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Open the pages of the book, an old and dry atmosphere. Looking at the line of text on the title page, Jiang Chen called out the artificial intelligence in the watch and translated the German text into Chinese. Sure enough, it is the name of Adolf Hitler.

As the host of the auction site said, the second page was opened, and the yellowed paper was filled with dense characters, which could not be seen at all.

But think about it too, the famous MI6 spent a century of helpless codebooks, and it is no different for individuals to study.

Jiang Chen sighed, and when he planned to close the page, Jane suddenly opened his mouth.

"Noyman password, born in 2059, belongs to the disorderly high-information ciphers that were programmed by quantum algorithms in the early days. It can only be restored by specific algorithm formulas. In theory, if there is no codebook, the confidentiality of quantum algorithms This information is unsolvable for contemporary decryption technology."

When I heard Jane, Jiang Chen was a glimpse, and immediately looked at the Jane next to him.

"Wait, what do you mean, know how to crack this password?"

Jane turned her head and told her that she could do it with her actions.

I saw the pupil in the holographic image, flashing a string of green data. About half a minute, this embarrassing secret of six centuries of English and love, was translated on the holographic screen.

36,000 characters are smashed into large pieces of text and graphics according to a special algorithm, such as a mantra, arranged in layers under Jane's command.

When all the information was released, Jiang Chen found in the lower right corner of the holographic screen that the data released by the 36,000 characters was as high as 2.7gb!

This Nima, can be deciphered to call out the ghost!

"...the amount, are you sure you are not mistaken?" Jiang Chen looked incredibly at the image on the holographic panel and asked Jane.

"In the deciphering work, I transferred 4.7% of the computing resources of the quantum computer." Jane faintly back.

Without the power of quantum computers, it is almost impossible to break the information on this codebook without knowing the translation formula. Or to put it another way, even if you know the translation formula of this codebook, you want to release these 36,000 characters into a 2.7gb file, which is extremely difficult for you to do.

Those mathematical formulas can't be understood, but he can recognize the figure.

V2 rockets, jet engines, me163 comet interceptors, bv246 glider missiles, ho-229 trial battles, atomic bomb design schemes... and some Jiangchen are strange things that can't be found in search. Obviously, until the last moment, Germany did not complete the translation of this codebook.

Even in the case of mastering the translation formula.

"Unbelievable, the black technology of these third empire is actually recorded in these 36,000 characters."

Jiang Chen looked at the holographic screen and sighed for a long while, and finally made a sigh.

Who can think that the fate of the entire empire is pinned on such a booklet. Regrettably, however, this booklet did not save the last fate of the empire.

"Golden Apple, Codebook..." The finger tapped on the armrest of the seat. Jiang Chen recalled the question he had with Lin Ling about the colonial ship. They send signals to the Earth of this dimension through the Klein particle wave and are received by the people of the Willy.

Lin Ling once told him that the amount of information that a golden apple that can work hard can receive is limited. In this case, the meaning of this codebook is very understandable.

The "small water pipe" of Golden Apple is obviously not enough to pass the 2.7g file, so the colonial ship that entered the void first passed the 36,000 characters through the golden apple to the head of the head, and passed the password for translating the character pair. this.

This is equivalent to compressing the 2.7g file and then throwing the decompression tool together with the compression package.

Although for some reason, the people on the colonial ship chose Germany as their spokesperson for the interests, but obviously their calculations have been sold out. Even with these black technologies, the Third Reich still dies in the steel torrent of two superpowers.

These black technologies are obviously based on the background technology of the 1940s, and it has not been called black technology. A random rocket engine can also explode the old antiques of the v2 rocket above.

Realizing this, Jiang Chen could not help but be slightly disappointed.

He also expected to find interesting things from this note, such as black technology from the void. But those survivors who are lost in the void seem to have taken into account that too advanced technology will not have a benign impact on the Third Reich, but will instead pour a lot of research resources into meaningless projects. It's like throwing Einstein's set of nuclear fusion equations, and he can't make hydrogen bombs over the atomic bomb.

But even if there is no black technology, you can also come to the treasures of the Third Reich! Although Jiang Chen does not lack this money now, but explore the treasures that are not known to the world, it is the romance of the boys!

Fingers boring through the holographic screen, the line of technology that has been eliminated from the front.

However, when he yawned and turned to the last picture, he suddenly stopped.

On the holographic screen is a fortress, a fortress in the glacier snowy mountains. The survivors of the vain air not only offered weapons to the heads of the Third Reich, but also presented him with a castle... design.

How to carry out the construction, the details have been recorded on this drawing, and even the construction site is clearly written on it.

Jiang Chen’s eyes swept through the last two lines of the image and captured three keywords.

Refuge, Antarctica, just in case.

just in case?

Jiang Chen slightly frowned.

"What are you looking at?"

The door of the study was pushed open, and a loose white bath towel was worn. Aisha walked up to Jiang Chen with coffee. Just out of the bath, her white neck is stained with pearls, and the skin that can be broken is as delicate as tofu.

Pushing the holographic screen to the side, Jiang Chen turned the chair, and the coffee came out of her hand, and she sipped her mouth.

The bitter taste of sweetness spreads with the taste buds, soothing the nerves of his meditation and the frowning brow.

Putting the coffee down, Jiang Chen smiled and looked at the well-behaved Aisha, whispered.

"Thank you."

Aisha grinned and smiled, leaning down on the petite and wonderful man's body, and gently kissed his forehead.

"Go to bed early, dear."

The love-loving kiss evoked the string in the heart, and Jiang Chen’s heart was gradually burning with a blazing flame.

"Well, I will go to sleep after a while." Gently patted Aisha's back, Jiang Chen got up from the chair and leaned close to her ear and sighed softly. "Go to the bedroom and wait for me." (To be continued.)