Xiao Cao laughed and said, "I'll contact Yi Zuojun directly. That kid listens to you the most."
“Hmm,” Lin Yao nodded, “Does your clone really have the ability to control a nuclear submarine?”
“Of course!” Little Grass replied proudly, “Do you think I’m a ‘dance costume’?”
"Its clone isn't very capable, but mine is. Even if it's not very strong, it can still drag some light objects, let alone just press a few buttons to operate the equipment."
That night, the communications officer on the nuclear submarine led by Xiao Deli inexplicably fell asleep, but the instruments and equipment in front of him started working, and even the submarine, which should have submerged to a depth of 800 meters, quietly surfaced.
Yi Zuojun's phone suddenly rang, displaying a number with no caller ID...
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Chapter 563 The Greatest Communication in Human History
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"Zuo Jun, where are you?"
The voice on the phone made Yi Zuojun tremble slightly. As a master of the Heavenly Rank, his mind was already high enough, and only Lin Yao's safety could excite him.
"Sir, sir! Are you...are you alright?"
Yi Zuojun didn't know what to say; all his thoughts boiled down to a simple greeting.
Lin Yao sailed to the Bermuda Triangle. This region, which was originally shrouded in mystery and danger in the eyes of the world, was not taken seriously by Yi Zuojun. In his opinion, there was nothing in this world that Lin Yao could not do, not even in the entire universe.
But when Lin Yao secretly instructed him before his departure on what to do if anything happened, and clearly told him that the journey was dangerous and the future uncertain, and even left behind a golden pill as the Yi family's last resort, all of this made Yi Zuojun unable to calmly believe that Lin Yao would win without hesitation, and instead became worried.
As time went by, Lin Yao's disappearance made Yi Zuojun restless. Although he was certain that Lin Yao was still alive, his fear did not lessen at all. On the contrary, it became more and more serious, eventually leading to some emotional breakdowns, causing considerable trouble for the Yi family members who were with him.
"I'm fine, I'm just trapped and can't get out, don't worry."
Xiao Cao imitated Lin Yao's voice, which was very calm and kind, completely unlike the dawdling and unserious manner she had displayed when talking to the chairman earlier.
Like Lin Yao, Xiao Cao also admired and liked Yi Zuojun very much. In front of Yi Zuojun, Xiao Cao successfully played the role of an elder and a person who made decisions behind the scenes, because she couldn't bear to disappoint Yi Zuojun. Xiao Cao liked this kind of person who was genuinely good to her more and more.
"oh……"
You could clearly hear Yi Zuojun let out a long sigh of relief over the phone, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart. "Sir, do you have any instructions? I have some information to report to you."
"Zuo Jun, wait a minute."
Xiaocao immediately stopped Yi Zuojun from discussing important matters on the phone. Although it was the most confidential satellite phone, and even a top-secret one, any electronic communication could be intercepted and eavesdropped on. She was unwilling to communicate with Yi Zuojun like that.
"Let's do an experiment. Don't speak, just feel it carefully, and then try to control it. If you succeed, I will give you a hint."
Xiao Cao suddenly said something completely baffling. The staff of the National Security Bureau's Secret Division frowned, even wondering if they had misheard.
"Zuo Jun, remember the game we taught Lili to play last time, the game of guessing names by tapping sticks." Xiao Cao said something meaningless to the eavesdroppers again, "Alright, let's begin."
Yi Zuojun let out a soft "Ah!" and then immediately went silent on the phone, leaving the eavesdroppers completely baffled and unable to continue their recording.
At this moment, Yi Zuojun was overjoyed. He understood. He knew how his master wanted to communicate with him. This method was probably only possible for his master in the whole world, and no one would notice it.
The soft cry just now was from a sudden, sharp pain in Yi Zuojun's heart. Even as a master of the Heavenly Rank, he couldn't help but cry out in pain.
The source of the colic was a tiny ant, almost imperceptible!
The master called that ant a "Soul-Devouring Ant," a type of Gu worm used in Miao Gu magic. Previously, when the master planned to use these "Soul-Devouring Ants" to control those "naked officials" (officials whose family members have emigrated abroad), Yi Zuojun, arrogant and courageous, allowed himself to be Gu-infected. He even made a special trip abroad so the master could verify the range of the "Soul-Devouring Ants'" control.
The result was, of course, very satisfactory. Yi Zuojun also allowed the 'Soul-Eating Ants' to settle in his body and refused to have them removed. Unexpectedly, this act of expressing loyalty came in handy during this extraordinary time, and very useful indeed!
Yi Zuojun understood Xiaocao's hint. He knew very well about the name-guessing game with Xiao Guli because Lin Yao had only participated a few times, and the rest of the time he played with Xiao Guli and Nannan.
The name game is simple: you tap a stick to produce Morse code, then use the Morse code to convert it back into letters and numbers to form the message you want to convey.
This is the most primitive form of telegraph communication. I never imagined that you would use such a magical method to recreate the function of Morse code!
At this moment, Yi Zuojun's admiration for Lin Yao was beyond measure. He focused intently on the pain emanating from his heart, waiting for information from the Bermuda Triangle.
Stop when it hurts!
Long pain, stop, pain, stop...
The pain in his heart changed rhythmically, like the long and short tones of a telegram, with the pauses in between carefully timed. Yi Zuojun, who had already memorized Morse code, immediately pieced together the meaning in his mind—"Zuojun, did you receive it?"
received!