Finish This Book Code Cracking 2 Novels & Stories

"Jammy, I'm scared. Please help me." Lucas hurriedly tried to put the date as code, but it was incorrect. "Miles, that's not it. Jammy is leaving. Tell me what's the code or else he'll leave without meeting you. Think of it hurry up." Lucas knocked on the door again. "It's 12 something.....Jammy please wait for me....." Miles cried and started kicking and banging more desperately. "12 what? How many numbers are there?" Lucas tried to help. And then it clicked him. The page he once saw in Miles's bag. There was number on it.

I picked it up carefully, like it was a piece of treasure, and carried it to my father’s study. The other box — the one I had found earlier — still sat on the table. Waiting. Mocking me. I set the chart beside it. My hands trembled as I traced the faded ink. If the answer was me, then maybe my name was the code. I whispered to myself, “Okay… let’s try this.” I started slowly, eyes flicking between the chart and the lock. S = 1 E = 5 L = 3 E = 5 N = 5

Estel’s voice shakes as she breathes out, “Gods, Lyra. Tell me you’re joking?” I shake my head and Estel takes a deep breath before tapping another key on her laptop, speaking as she does so, “This is just the first layer of the encryption. I cracked it a while ago so I started working on the second and final layer. It didn’t make sense to me, what it revealed, but if those string of numbers are your birthday…. then you’re in danger, Lyra. The second layer only has two words written on it.” A click makes the numbers on the screen melt, reforming and restructuring itself into two words.

“Encrypted again. Triple layer.” I frown too. “Can you crack it?” He gives a small shrug. “Eventually.” “Or,” I say carefully, “we look at it differently.” He turns his head. “Differently how?” “Adrian’s obsessed with control, right? Every move he makes is about power. What if the code isn’t numbers or symbols, what if it’s names?” Damian pauses, looking at me like I just said something important. “Go on.” I lean over, scanning the random strings of letters. “These repeats — C, V, D. They could be initials. People he’s paying or blackmailing.”

Despite their efforts, Cleo remained elusive, a ghost in the machine. Adrian, too, found his thoughts consumed by the mysterious intrusions. He revisited the data, scrutinizing every detail for clues. A particular pattern caught his attention, a sequence of code that seemed familiar yet out of place. He made a note to investigate further, sensing that the answer lay just beyond his grasp.

I asked. Taking my phone, I followed Stan to his workstation, I took a seat in the chair next to him. Stan's fingers danced across the keyboard, navigating through lines of code with practiced precision. I leaned in, my eyes narrowing at the screen, eager to grasp any lead that could unveil the perpetrators behind the cyberattack. "Mr Crane, check this out," Stan pointed to a specific section of the code. "This is where they breached our firewall. But look here, it's not just a straightforward attack. They have left a breadcrumb, a trace intentionally meant for us to find."

He nodded and submitted our evidence. It was the complete redemption record for every single scratch card from the book Mom gave me at the start of the semester. 20 minutes passed. The judge frowned and looked up. "We have verified the codes on this book of scratch cards. Indeed, everything the defendant has provided is authentic. "This book of scratch cards cost 500 dollars. The total amount scratched from it was approximately 265 dollars. You intended for the defendant to live on just over 200 dollars for an entire semester?" Mom scrambled to defend herself. "She… She has good luck. Didn't she win five million? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

With one last sigh, I hear him mumble as if he curses, then proceed. "I'm good at computers, practically an expert since I first experienced my computer at four. It was one of those kid-safety laptops for learning. Getting up, I taught myself coding and hacking, which sometimes led to trouble. Only as I was older, I was careful. Until trouble came back when I hung out with this youngster, Andy Lorenzo."

Adrian spelled out like a child reading ‘ABC’ but Eliza didn’t mind him and dropped in to give me advice anyway. Damn, the girl had sharp eyes. She directed her words at me, but made it loud enough for Adrian to hear as she sat on the arm of my sofa with folded arms—which Adrian, also, wasn’t comfortable with. “Codes are like steps and each step is usually numbered. I would help if I could but it seems like this was meant for someone specific. So sometimes, you miss a step and get confused trying to decode something because… you’ve already jumped an important aspect. The step could be a single word, a group of words, who knows, but retrace your reading back to that word, and you might find o

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.