Moshi Moshi Codes Novels & Stories

She groaned, rubbing on her forehead, sometimes her brother was too slow to catch on. “Yes. The names I brought for you to check out”. “Ohhhh right!” Steve echoed. “Have you found out what they mean?” He asked, curious. Not yet, but soon. “How did you say I could decode it again?” She asked. The line went silent for a while. “Steve?” “I’m with you sis”, he said quickly. “The numbers are binary, and the letters, Morso code”. Rose nodded. “Binary and morso code”, she muttered under her breath.

That pleasure surged through me like a tide, and I couldn't help laughing out loud. At nine in the morning, Oliver sent me a video. In it, Jason stood in the middle of the conference room, drenched in sweat, staring helplessly at the error-filled code projected on the screen. "Jason, aren't you an algorithm expert?" Peter's mocking voice came through the video. "This little problem shouldn't be too hard for you, should it?" Jason's face was ashen. His lips trembled, but no words came out. "I… I need time to analyze it…"

Fred seems not to understand what Amod mean this code can only be decode by whoever created the code Amod is very sure looking at the code that is the only reason he is unable to translate it So you mean only the person that creates the code could translate what is in this file? Fred ask to be sure he understand what Amod is saying yes, Mr. Waltz Amod nod his head and everyone of them sigh but Anny feel that she is somehow familiar with the codes, she dont know if her feels were right but she seems to have see those codes somewhere before, she think of where she has seen the codes before but she could not just remember where she have seen the codes that means this file is useless to us Hayde

“See you tomorrow, Ms. Bisila. Good night.” "What exactly do you want?" Bisila asked, watching him closely. “Have a good night, Miss Bisila," Mr. James said with a polite nod as he walked past her. “Have a good night, Mr. James." “See you tomorrow," he added. “Yeah, sure," she replied with a slight snap, hopping up the Thompsons' fence with practised ease. Within minutes, she was already scaling the arc of the large house, as sneaky as a cat. Quietly, she pushed open the roof hatch and slipped inside, landing on a creaky bed that let out an awkward groan.

Liam replied confidently. "OK! Now let's try and crack the code. Liam, you go down first. Pause your recording." Alex ordered. "Okay." Now Alex and Liam arranged the codes on the table with the help of a bright flashlight. They noticed that there was a pattern behind the codes. They arranged the letters corresponding to the numbers in alphabetical order: Code 1: "M-N-Y-R-E" Code 2: "I-C-U-R-T" Code 3: "B-U-I-L-D"

Don't call me, I won't call you either cause I will try my best to protect you in every way I could. This is the way you're going to communicate with me, whenever you want to communicate you will send me a code. Code Green mean All is well just want to check on you. Code Blue means all is well we just want you to come over or we just want to see you. Code Yellow means warning....not too well but urgently needed. Code Red means there's a problem or Danger.....urgently needed" I said. " I can't believe we are actually doing this? " Vickie said.

he started, voice low. But before he could finish, the receiver let out a faint, rhythmic tone beep… beep… beep… Ryan turned sharply. “What is that?” Adrien’s eyes narrowed at the signal pattern on the screen. It wasn’t random. It was deliberate. A sequence. Dot. Dash. Dot dot. Dash. “Morse code,” Adrien murmured. Ryan’s pulse spiked. “What’s it saying?” Adrien translated under his breath, each letter slow, deliberate. W-A-T-C-H-I-N-G.

But she would think about it later. It was essential to complete the coder first. Sia browsed through the library and found another book on making morse coders. Though the steps were different, she was able to set it up in an hour. She felt her bones tingle with excitement. She could finally communicate with Wrick. She entered the code as fast as her hands could work. .. ._ _ _ … .. ._ .. ._ _ _ ._. ._ .._. ( I am Sia. I am safe.)

Her heart stopped as she opened the new message from the unknown number,it was sent in codes ,this time not in words. Mira’s breath caught, her eyes darting to the window, where the street outside lay dark and still. The guy in the black hoodie was still out there, and Sofia’s apology suddenly felt like a trap

The one inside a massive willow tree. “Well, I know you have a secret code to call them. We don’t want to be mistaken for enemies.” Nodding to agree, I began to whistle in two notes: one long and one short. It sounded like a bird call. The Mayflowers and Green Bits taught us how to make secret codes. After whistling four times, Brock sprung out from our right, armed with a sword and shield. “Sammy?” He lowered his weapons to his surprise. “Zeke?”