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- The next day, the Iron Triangle of idlers in southern Jiangsu, which was once famous in Nanjing and hated by everyone, gathered again at 804, Building 11, Qinyuan, in the Meihua Villa. Rivers and lakes, some people are born to change the world, such as eradicating the spicy crayfish on the roadside stalls, such as desperately bargaining to make the food stall owner earn two yuan less, the greasy light follows the beer belly. The fat layer shook together, ah, this dreamy wave, this is the wave that belongs only to middle-aged men.
"Mom and Dad, I'm back." Bai Yang finished today's exam, went in and changed his shoes in the hallway, and immediately recognized the person sitting in the living room, "Uncle Zhao, Uncle Wang!"
That shiny head is Uncle Wang.
Those tortoiseshell glasses must be Uncle Zhao.
Wang Ning, Zhao Bowen and Dad are sitting on the sofa and chatting in the living room, while Mom is cooking in the kitchen.
"I don't have much to do recently. There is only one big astronomical observation project, which is a multi-national joint project. The object is the massive black hole in the center of the Milky Way Oh, Yang Yang is back!" Zhao Bowen raised his head, "You have a monthly exam today. ? How did you do in the exam?"
"It's okay, at least I finished my English composition." Bai Yang unloaded his schoolbag and held it in his hand.
"Xiao Yang, take us to see your two-five platform." Wang Ning stood up, "Let's see what's going on."
Dad and Zhao Bowen also got up. The reason why Audio-Technica gathered here is because of the icon725.
"Okay." Bai Yang nodded, "It's in my room."
Last night, Bai Yang woke up his father from his sleep.
Obviously, my father doesn't believe his son's rhetoric What's wrong with you kid, you wake me up in the middle of the night just to make up stories with me?
Although he fell asleep, his IQ was still there.
Bai Yang said that it¡¯s okay if you don¡¯t believe it, since you can¡¯t do anything anyway, so I called Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhao for help, and I told them that it¡¯s fine for them to believe.
The next day, my father called the two older brothers. Bai Yang repeatedly emphasized that it was urgent and he must arrive as soon as possible, so Wang Ning and Zhao Bowen went to the door together that afternoon, but obviously they didn't believe Bai Zhen's rhetoric. What's wrong with you, calling yourself in such a hurry just to make up stories for yourself?
Bai Zhen is also helpless, it is not I who want to make up stories for you, it is my son who wants to make up stories for you.
Bai Yang put down his schoolbag, sat on a chair, skillfully turned on the radio, and the pale yellow LCD screen lit up.
Three adults followed him into the room and stood behind him.
Wang Ning glanced at the table, "How old is it, why are you still so primitive, Xiao Yang, you are also the whole ft8?"
"My mother usually doesn't let me use the computer." Bai Yang said sullenly.
"14255, right?" Wang Ning asked, "How much power?"
"5w."
"5w engages in short-wave dx?" Wang Ning clicked his tongue a few times, "Xiao Yang, do you like to play qrp?"
"I don't dare to make it bigger." Bai Yang said weakly, "I don't even have a certificate. Do you think I don't want a 100-watt loudspeaker?"
"Look, Lao Bai, what did you do? What about your guardian's responsibility?"
"Go, go, stop talking nonsense."
"In the current electromagnetic environment in Qinhuai District, can short-wave dx still be used?" Zhao Bowen asked, "I haven't touched this thing for many years. When we were young, the signal was better. Pass to xy and vk, is it okay now?"
"It used to be possible to get to p5."
"Where is p5?"
"North Korea."
"When we were young, it was twenty years ago, and it's already gone now." Wang Ning shook his head, "I can't even hear what this crutch is talking about when I'm sitting in the committee, the electromagnetic environment is so bad. force."
The three old clappers chatted on their own.
"What's the name of the other party's station?" Wang Ning asked.
"bg4msr." Dad replied.
"Have you ever heard of this call sign?" Zhao Bowen asked, "Is there such a person?"
"No." Wang Ning shook his head, "This matter is a bit strange. Some time ago, Lao Bai also came to ask me about this call sign. Lao Bai said that Xiao Yang played a short wave and met a girl, and the chat was full of enthusiasm "
"There is no enthusiasm! There is no Qingqing me! There is no you and me!" Bai Yang was listening on the channel, took off his earphones in annoyance, turned his head to correct him, and blushed a little with anger.
He gave Dad a hard look.
With Dad's thick skin, he is naturally invulnerable.
"Okay?, there is no enthusiasm, you are a pure and noble revolutionary friendship. Wang Ning continued, "Because Lao Bai was drinking with me when he said this"
"What to drink?" Mom poked her head out from behind the door.
The temperature in the room dropped eight degrees.
The three men's scalps tightened at the same time, and they held their breath.
"Drink drink tea." Wang Ning said.
The mother's stern gaze swept over the three of them one by one, and then disappeared behind the door, leaving behind a cold snort.
The three men breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why does Xiaowen make no sound when he walks?" Wang Ning asked in a low voice, "Isn't this really scary?"
"It's good that you know." Lao Bai whispered, "I live in ghost movies every day."
"Let's talk about the business, and then?" Zhao Bowen.
"We were drinking tea at the time, and I thought Lao Bai drank a little too much, and the tea polyphenols were on it, so I didn't worry about it at the time. Later, when I was on duty at Wuwei Committee, I listened to it casually, and I could only hear Xiaobai on 14255. Yang's voice, he is the only one on the whole channel, I can still hear his voice." Wang Ning continued, "But the signal is too bad, I never heard what he said clearly."
"Where's bg4msr?" Zhao Bowen asked.
"There is no such person." Wang Ning said.
"This is also what makes me feel strange. I didn't believe it at first, but I can't explain why Wu Wei couldn't hear the signal." Bai Yang turned around and hung the earphones around his neck, "The last time I met Uncle Wang, Wang Uncle said I was talking to myself on the channel, but I was obviously talking to bg4msr."
"Is it encrypted?" Zhao Bowen asked.
"Impossible." Wang Ning and Bai Zhen shook their heads together.
"How high is the sensitivity of the monitoring over there?" Zhao Bowen asked.
"Full frequency band coverage in the whole city." Wang Ning said, "Unless you are an encrypted military channel, it is impossible not to hear it."
"It's weird." Zhao Bowen also felt strange, "What kind of new technology is this? Or some kind of electromagnetic magic?"
As a physics professor, it is impossible for Zhao Bowen to believe in the story of time travel. His first reaction was some kind of new technology, or some kind of clever technique, which can make the signal avoid the monitoring of the committee, and at the same time make an old machine The old icom725 received Zhao Bowen looked around, looking for a hidden optical fiber under the radio.
"Professor, what's your opinion?" Bai Zhen asked.
"I don't make any judgments, hearing is believing, seeing is believing. Let's see it with our own eyes. Regardless of whether Yang Yang's story is true or not, let's see what's going on first. Let Yang Yang talk again tonight. Try going to bg4msr, if you can get through, then we need to find out how the signal came from, and if we can reverse track and locate the source of the signal, then the truth can be revealed." Zhao Bowen said, "Xiao Yang, you are usually What time do you want to talk to her?"
"After ten o'clock in the evening."
The three of them took out their mobile phones from their pockets at the same time, and glanced at the time.
It is eight forty-five in the evening.
"Old Wang, do you have a spectrum analyzer over there?"
"Yes." Pharaoh nodded, "I'll ask Wuwei to bring one over."
After all, he took out his mobile phone and dialed:
"Hello? Xiao Zhu? Ah yes, it's me, can you do me a favor Just bring me a spectrum analyzer, the big one, on the shelf next to my desk, white Yes, yes, yes, send it to Meihuashanzhuang Community, Clover Garden Street, all right, thank you!"
Lao Wang is the kind of unscrupulous leader who will call people to arrange tasks after eight o'clock in the evening.
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