My head buzzed, as if a hornet's nest had been touched. Hundreds of buzzing wasps flew up in an instant, in a messy and clueless way.
The plague is definitely dead. If what Shi Dao said is true word for word, it can only prove that there is still a person in the world who has two lotuses tattooed on his arm just like the plague. People cannot be resurrected after death, and the plague is even more
There is no such thing as an indestructible body, so this can only be an unintentional coincidence.
Xiao Kereng stood there in silence, which made Shi Dao shocked and confused. He couldn't understand why the lotus tattoo would have such a big shock to us. He rolled his eyes and looked back and forth at Xiao Kereng's and mine's faces, carefully holding his breath.
, ready to run away at any time.
"Pah, pah", Xiao Kereng started to flick her nails again. I knew it was a subconscious action when she was highly nervous.
"Are you really reading that right? One green lotus and one pink lotus?" She continued to ask, hoping to get a clearer answer.
I pulled out the signature pen, grabbed the copy of the stack of military intelligence from the table, handed it directly to Shi Dao, and ordered loudly: "Draw the lotus, and draw it carefully, I will reward you heavily!" No matter how many, no matter how detailed, you draw it!
A text description is not as intuitive as a picture. I firmly believe this.
There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. Shi Dao quickly retreated and ran to the table. He didn't have time to sit down and began to draw quickly on the paper.
"Mr. Feng, you should still remember the shape of the key, right?" Xiao Keleng's voice was also trembling.
I nodded silently, not only remembering the shape of the lotus key in the ancient clock on the second floor of Xunfu Garden, but also the two identical lotus flowers on Plague's arm. At that time, Xiao Kereng and I couldn't figure out how he could have lotus flowers carved on his body.
We tried our best to figure out whether there was another similar key in the world, but apart from the tragic death of the plague, that night did not leave us many clues.
Xiao Kereng took out the phone and pressed a number with trembling fingers. His lips were as pale as his face.
If I guessed correctly, she was going to call Nobuko, Yasuko’s twin sister. Over at the villa, Nobuko was probably her only confidant. Of course, with my previous suspicion of Yasuko, I had no idea about Nobuko’s identity.
One hundred percent assured.
Xiao Kereng took a long breath, looked down at her nails, and gradually calmed down. There was definitely a reason why she used the scalpel so much. In less than half a minute, she had broken free from panic and transformed again.
Return to the original calmness.
"Nobuko, go to the living room on the second floor immediately, take down the key that winds the clock, and keep it properly." Sure enough, it was Nobuko on the other end of the phone.
After only saying such a brief sentence, Xiao Kereng slowly retracted the thread, turned around, and shook his head with regret: "Actually, I should have kept the key long ago. Death from the plague may not only be caused by
'Book of Purgatory', right? He has been lurking in the Muwan Zhoushan area. He knew that the people of the 'Night Angel' were chasing him but did not escape far away. In his heart, there must be another ulterior secret hidden in his body. His death
, it’s such a pity…”
I couldn't help but refute her: "Oh, a man like him will never reveal his innermost secrets even if he dies. According to my point of view, secrets that cannot be discovered are just like making cakes to satisfy hunger, and have no practical significance."
The angel couldn't force him to tell the truth, so what do you think about the two of us?"
For hundreds of years, the world has always been a world where "people die for money and birds die for food." The plague died in order to preserve the secrets in its heart, and it was understandable that it deserved its death.
"It's done, it's done!" Shi Dao jumped up, threw the pen aside, and raised the piece of paper to his chest.
His painting skills were very poor, but Xiao Kereng and I understood one thing in an instant - "The people who attacked Shidao did have two tattoos on their arms that were exactly the same as those of the plague."
"That man is slightly shorter than Mr. Feng, with a slight stoop. When he walks, his steps are very light and there is almost no movement. Also, although he has half of his face covered, there are at least a dozen newly healed wounds on his forehead and brow bones.
Red scars." Shidao frowned and thought hard, trying his best to supplement his impression of the attacker.
Xiao Kereng took the piece of paper, read it several times, exhaled slowly, and nodded silently.
If the plague is really resurrected, it will be another strange discovery during this trip to Hokkaido. At that time, I, Xiao Kereng, and Guan Baoling clearly saw that he was dead, with dozens of serious injuries, and his body was covered with bruises.
Blood, and when the police collected the body the next day, Xiao Kereng accompanied him throughout the process.
"What the hell! What the hell!" I shook my head and sighed. The body of the attacker described by Shidao was very close to that of the plague. For a master of Qinggong like him, his walking posture was indeed different from others, and the scars on his face should be from "
Was it due to the encirclement attack by the "Night Angel"?
Shi Dao asked in shock: "Ghost? What ghost?"
I waved my hand. He was a lowly person who didn't understand the ins and outs of the plague. It was useless to tell him.
Xiao Kereng sneered twice and asked casually: "Shidao, what is that ghost wearing?"
Shi Dao was even more frightened and tightened his monk's robe tightly. The excited blush on his face was once again replaced by sallowness. He pursed his chapped lips and answered: "It's a set of... black tight-fitting sportswear, but how could he be a ghost?"
Through the black leather gloves, I can feel the heat in his hands. Are you two... kidding me?"
I really wasn't in the mood to get entangled with him anymore, so I simply ordered: "You performed very well tonight. I will promote you as appropriate. If you have anything to add, come and report to me at any time. Now, you can go
Now, go back to sleep peacefully."
People have different levels of IQ. If you want to make him understand the strange things that happened in Xunfuyuan Villa, it is probably more difficult than reaching the sky. Perhaps what he is best at is how to manipulate money transactions, enrich his own pockets, and interact with people in the world.
The things are irrelevant.
Shi Dao happily went out and left, completely ignoring the cold weather and only wearing a thin and cracked monk's robe. It seems that the spiritual power of money is so powerful that it is sometimes difficult to imagine.
Xiao Kereng leaned in front of the table and kept tapping the clumsy lotus flower on the paper with his fingers, making a "click, click, click, click" sound.
Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night. The news of the mysterious reappearance of the plague makes me suddenly sleepless, and all the fatigue and lethargy in my body is gone.
After a long silence, Xiao Kereng finally spoke: "Mr. Feng, ever since I discovered the two lotus flowers on Plague's arm, I have been wondering whether there are two identical lotus keys in the world? I know that some
Most of the strange and bizarre objects that appear in the world have their own unique origins or unfathomable origins, but we are unable to reveal these potential contents."
This lengthy beginning means that she will have a well-thought-out idea to say.
I dragged a chair to the table, picked up another piece of paper, and quickly sketched another lotus flower based on my memory. Then I looked up at her with interest: "Please continue."
Xiao Ke smiled coldly: "The key has always been kept in the ancient clock in the villa. Before you arrived at Xunfu Garden, Mr. Scalpel carefully observed it under a microscope with a power of 500 times, and left
Incomparably clear electronic pictures. In many typical treasure hunting cases, treasure hunters will leave the route map to the hiding place in miniature carvings on some exquisite and small objects - but it turns out that it is just a pole.
It’s just a handicraft with ornamental value, without any hidden secrets.”