I think you are the one who can take me home,
Please keep that turquoise stone,
If I can't go back, I hope that turquoise can go back. ]
After saying that, the soul named Fenisha disappeared in a burst of golden light. The golden light turned into countless gold powder, which was blown away by the sea wind, and finally no trace could be found.
How like a dream, Qili almost thought that everything just now was her imagination, but she knew clearly that it was not.
Princess Fenique mentioned a lot of information to her.
"They are also from Blue Star, and they are still from the ancient times of Blue Star."
This shows that the Weird World has been observing Blue Star. They have been selecting people to come to the Weird World to participate in some rules and weird talks since ancient Egypt, and after these people died, they became insignificant NPCs.
What the hell is this weird world?
Qili was horrified.
Could it be that the entire strange world is composed of the dead people of Blue Star?
The suspicion sent shivers down her spine.
This is really scary.
Moreover, they used to do it in secret. Why did it become so exaggerated and aboveboard three years ago?
It's as if the entire Blue Star exists just to participate in this weird talk about the rules of Lao Shizi.
What happened?
It was also mentioned that this turquoise was real, and she should be able to take it away after clearing the level.
Because when the young man named Sunuo entered the strange world, he brought the turquoise stone with him.
And her conversation with Fenick should have been unexpected by the system.
According to Fenique, the entire ship was a dream, an illusion. The ship had really sunk long ago, just as she had guessed.
So the key to clearing the level is to prevent the ship in the illusion from sinking.
After blowing the sea breeze for a while and sorting out her thoughts, she decided to go to the radio room to have a look and chat with the lookout.
She turned around, and the sea breeze blew from behind, ruffling her hair.
On the deck, many people were leaning on the railings to watch the scenery, and there were also some photographers taking cameras everywhere to capture the scenery.
She brushed the curly hair that was blown by the wind on the bridge of her nose. This scene was hitting the photographer's camera, but she didn't know it.
Cross the deck and climb up two flights of stairs along the outside.
Once on the deck above, she went straight to the radio room.
The door of the mailroom was ajar, and the telegraph operator was looking at some books boredly. It looked like they might be novels. When the telegrams came, he would translate them and write them on paper.
"Jingle Bell!!!!"
The phone rang. The telegraph operator put down his book, reached for the phone and answered, "Hello, Prometheus radio room, how can I help you?"
"Okay, no problem, be sure to show your family that you are safe and enjoying your vacation."
"You are welcome! See you."
The telegraph operator answered the call and hung up.
This is the telephone equipped on the Prometheus. First-class guests can use the phone to ask the telegraph operator to help them contact family, customers, or people in the company through telegraph.
This is a premium service, exclusively for first class guests.
From what the telegraph operator said, it seemed that he had received a call to inform his family that he was safe. This was a simple task.
He only needs to organize the language, then translate their language into Morse code, and then type the Morse code through the keyboard of the Morse code transmitter. The signal is transmitted through wires to a generator, which will A mechanical signal is converted into an electrical signal.
Radio signals are sent through antennas, which convert the radio signals into radio waves and then send them out through the air.
Qili watched the telegraph operator's operations. From a layman's perspective, he was quite busy.
Just after sending, his radio receiving equipment received some electrical signals.
He constantly adjusts the frequency. The frequency needs to be the same as the frequency at which the electrical signal is sent. When the receiver matches the correct frequency, it can receive the original radio signal. Then the receiver demodulates this signal and converts it back to Morse. Telegraphic code.
Finally, the telegraph operator needed to decipher the Morse codes and convert them back to the original message.
In this way, an information transfer is completed.
To convert these Morse codes, they need to have certain decoding skills, because Morse code is not as easy to understand as text.
The telegraph operator obviously had good decoding skills and was able to quickly decode these electrical signals into the text they used.
Qili looked at the text just written on it. It was a reply to a letter from home. It said everything was safe at home and asked this first-class guest to take care of himself.
It's really complicated, Qili thought, imagining a modern cell phone.
With the development of science and technology, radio communications have become more and more convenient. Blue Star and others are now able to conduct radio communications anytime and anywhere without having to decode it themselves.
"Dong dong dong!"
Qili knocked on the door.
The telegraph operator heard the sound and looked over. He seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled and asked, "Madam, do you need any help?"
He noticed her elegant dress and demeanor.
Qili walked into the room, sat on a chair nearby, and said, "I would like to ask you about the decoding of Morse code. I think this is an interesting thing."
She mainly wanted to see what was written on such a large pile of paper on the operating table, and what the radio operator usually sent and received.
When a disaster occurs, why not call for help from the telegraph operators on nearby ships through radio signals.
If a disaster is bound to happen, you can also call for help from other surrounding ships via radio, so everyone should be able to survive.
So, what was this operator doing when the disaster happened?
The telegraph operator looked very relaxed and was very willing to teach Qili.
He clapped his hands, turned his chair, and said in surprise: "I am very happy to serve you."
He casually took a piece of paper filled with original text and decoded words, put it in front of Qili, and began to explain to Qili step by step, "Morse code is a binary coding system that uses a combination of dots and dashes to represent Different letters, numbers and symbols, it is the basic encoding method of telegraph communication at this stage..."
The telegraph operator kept explaining to Qili, and even hung up an incoming call very arrogantly.
Qili wrote down his work attitude. Thinking about it, this was one of the reasons why he failed to seek help from other ships in time. Maybe not only this telegraph operator, but also the telegraph operators on surrounding ships may have this kind of work attitude.
She listened to the telegraph operator's professional explanation and stared at the information on the papers on the desk.
