There was a golden-lacquered unicorn incense burner on the table, and smoke with the fragrance of night flowers was constantly coming out of it. This was also brought by the tycoon for her, but my heart suddenly brightened, and I no longer cared about the existence of the tycoon, because that person from before
The knot that had caused me so much pain had been completely untied, and I just wanted to laugh happily for a while.
"Feng, what's wrong with you?" Guan Baoling looked at me strangely.
I took a long, deep breath to suppress my excitement and excitement, and shook my head with a smile: "It's nothing, I just thought of some old things and felt that I was too stupid before. I hope... I can try my best to make up for it in the future."
The lotus flower can be drawn, but the complicated digital codes in the petals cannot be reproduced unless under a high-power magnifying glass. This difficulty is insurmountable by human power.
Guan Baoling helplessly raised the painting in her hand, thought about it, and then tore it apart with a scoff. She also understood that what was drawn was not what I had in mind. "Those numbers were so densely packed that I felt dizzy.
What on earth is it?" She was confused.
Although the "Sacred Needle" Yao family is currently considered a branch of the Korean martial arts, in fact, during the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, they were still a martial arts family originally from Henan. Because they offended Long Xingtian, the most powerful martial arts leader at the time, they were pursued by the "Green Forest Order"
He was killed, and in desperation he fled all the way to the northeast, crossed the Yalu River, and entered the East Changbai Mountains with black mountains and white waters. He lived in anonymity and did not dare to reappear for at least twenty years. Later, Long Xingtian braved the world.
Unexpectedly, he began to work for the tiger, killing martial arts comrades on behalf of Kenji Doihara's Peking secret service. As a result, he was surrounded and annihilated by the "King of Assassination" of the Sharpshooter Association in the Huairou Villa outside Peking City.
After Long Xingtian died, the Yao family gradually regained its true colors and became the pride of the Korean martial arts world. After all, their family's embroidery needle concealed weapon skills, which have been passed down from generation to generation, can accurately shoot the legs and feet of ants from thirty steps away. They are basically Koreans.
Incredible stunt.
To enter the door wall of Yao's house, super eyesight and endurance are indispensable. For example, with the help of a telescope, Plague can use his own arm skin as material and use his superb skills in micro-carving to carve these two figures.
A lotus flower has surpassed the highest realm of "tattoo".
"So, has eldest brother Yang Tian cracked the meaning of these codes?"
Xiao Kereng's gaffe made me remember Su Lun again. Only a girl as stoic and courageous as her can personally press the controller under the pyramid and detonate the bomb inside the scalpel. Xiao Kereng will never be better than
Shangsu Lun, this is determined by a person's own quality, and his talent is limited. No matter how hard he works ten times the day after tomorrow, he will not be able to catch up.
"It seems that no matter how good a painter is, he has an ideological realm that he cannot express, right?" Guan Baoling turned the pencil upside down, looked at the tip of the pencil that had been sharpened to the extreme, and shook her head helplessly.
This is the state of art. If an artist can draw whatever he can think of, and if his hand and heart are highly consistent, he has reached the "god" state like Picasso, and is only a hair away from "madness".
"I know that what you want me to draw is close to the 'micro-carving and nuclear carving' that North Koreans are most proud of. Ms. Yao, who is best at this skill, and I have met several times. If it doesn't work, I
Can you call her and ask her to come out? Well, it's just that she is over ninety years old, so it will be slower to get here. Will it delay your business?" She slowly touched her neck with her hand.
There were teeth marks underneath, and a trace of confusion flashed across his face.
My attention suddenly focused on those tooth marks: "Don't move, is it itchy there?"
Dental chrysalis is something beyond medical theory and biological theory, and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. We don’t have to go to the hospital and let quack doctors treat it as “allergic dermatitis”, which will only make it worse.
"No, it's just waves of numbness, as if touching a weak electric current." She took her hand away and was suddenly stunned: "Hmm? Where are those passwords? They have disappeared from your mind?"
Sure enough, the shift of attention just now seemed to delete all the thoughts in my mind, leaving only the vague lotus pattern. I was so surprised that I didn't even bother to speak, and immediately opened the door and went out.
Xiao Kereng was still under the eaves, guarding the corpse of the plague, with confusion on his face.
"I still can't get through Master Zhang's phone, I don't know what's going on. If you are on the plane, the phone should be turned off, so there will be no answer."
I strode to her side, leaned over and opened the sheets, and suddenly discovered that the lotus pattern on Plague's arm had mysteriously melted, like two wet ink paintings, becoming increasingly blurry until it turned into a ball of cyan.
, a ball of pink.
"Ah? How could this happen?" Xiao Kereng took a breath of cold air.
There was also a chill in my heart. "Telepathy" seemed to be more than just "copying thoughts". What I perceived in my mind must be time-sensitive, either slowly or quickly.
, will disappear within a limited period of time, and consume internal energy on a large scale, which can also explain the fact that Shao Hei "died from exhaustion".
"It's very simple. We lost the last chance to save these codes -" I slapped my forehead in frustration. When I stood up in a hurry, I felt dizzy for a while. I felt that the sun was dazzling, and my stomach felt like it.
Twitching.
I didn't even understand what the password of the "Book of Purgatory" was used for, so I missed it in vain. I might as well have gone back to Goldfinger and the others to report my merits with a wooden plaque with the "Book of Purgatory" written on it.
.
Xiao Kereng smiled sadly: "Fortunately, at least we still have a blue key in our hands. Maybe we can get something useful by unlocking the code on it."
She took out the key again and turned it over and over in the sunshine. Maybe she was right. Waiting for Xiaoyan to come over and unlock half of the code would be helpful for our upcoming exploration.
I tried hard to recall those Arabic numerals in groups of four, each group starting with "zero" and "one". The most intuitive association should be that they represent the two most basic control elements in the digital field - "small
Xiao, if there are many number combinations, and each group starts with 'zero' or 'one', what can you think of?" The dizziness became more and more severe, and I staggered towards the house.
Xiao Kereng answered without hesitation: "The basic elements of digital are the basic springboard from the analog era to the digital era."
Her answer was exactly the same as mine, or this was the answer that every modern person living in the digital age would think of. But after I returned to the table and sat down, I couldn't help but sigh: "In the field of password cracking, the most obvious
The answer is often the farthest from the truth. According to legend, the 'Book of Purgatory' was created when there were only gods and sea monsters on the land of Japan. Not to mention the numerical elements, even Arabic numerals were not created.
It’s all unknown!”
The inventor of Arabic numerals was the ancient Indians. The ten numeral symbols were later introduced to Europe by the Arabs and were mistakenly called Arabic numerals by the Europeans. With the development of history, they gradually became common numerals around the world.
According to the description of the plague, the coexistence of Chinese characters and Arabic symbols on the real wooden sign is already a strange thing. It is even more impossible for the ancients to use a magnifying glass or the "magic needle" Yao's "micro-carving" technology to create a perfect lotus
Graphic - My head feels a little swollen.
Xiao Kereng weighed the key and said to himself: "Send this to be tested first. Then we can understand something?"
I shook my head: "There is a faster way. Find the exploration records left by Mr. Scalpel. There will definitely be content about the key, right?"
Xiao Keleng suddenly realized it and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Mr. Scalpel has already done the work we have to do. I will call Xinzi right away -"
After so many things happened, I almost forgot about the existence of the character Nobuko, but the tragic scene of Yasuko's death, who was also killed by the fanged demon, is still vivid in my mind.
Xiao Kereng immediately called and asked Xinzi to go to the study room to look for information, but before she finished speaking, my phone rang.
The wireless telephone, the greatest invention at the end of the twentieth century, is nothing more than an invisible air bridge for the already colorful world. Every time before I answer the phone, I will have many strange associations, because the science fiction magazines
, every year there are a large number of examples of "communicating between people and ghosts through different means by telephone", which are told from beginning to end and vividly, and those terrible and ridiculous rumors all have the same beginning - "The rain is falling, the cat is meowing, the old clock
Just after twelve knocks, the wireless phone started ringing again..."
Fortunately, it was a bright sunny day, and the caller was the girl with a gentle and calm voice, Gu Zhijin's sister Gu Qingcheng.
"Mr. Feng, I will arrive at the Xunfuyuan Villa in one hour. Can you please take the time to meet me? Of course, I won't delay you for too long. Two hours is enough. The check has been signed and is only waiting for me to inspect the goods.
Just tear it off the checkbook. Or from this second, within three hours, we will complete the largest transaction amount of ancient musical instruments in recorded history. This is a great moment that creates historical records. I hope
We enjoy working together.”
Gu Qingcheng's voice is always calm and unquestionable. Although there is no menacing pressure, it can make people involuntarily obey her and feel that every word she speaks is reasonable. This point
, a hundred times better than the shameless Gu Zhijin.
I responded with a smile: "Of course, I'm looking forward to meeting Miss Gu. In addition to the money, I also need to know its origin. Is it necessary to repeat this request?"
Gu Qingcheng smiled softly, and I could imagine that her movements when she covered her mouth and smiled must be very moving.
Next, she sighed calmly and replied with a cold and arrogant tone that could not be concealed: "Of course, I have the most complete information about its origin, more than any scientific research institution on the earth. The ancients asked for a thousand pieces of gold.
I can also say without humility that if anyone can give me more information about the 'Five Lakes' guqin, even if it is just one word, I will sign a check to him immediately and will never break his promise."
The Japanese royal family must not know much about the historical origins of the guqin left by Toka. Otherwise, as soon as the news of her death spread, the major museums and collectors in Japan would not immediately rush to Fengkakuji Temple to collect a lot of money.
Acquisition?
I hoped that Gu Qingcheng, who had fallen from the sky, could give me a satisfactory answer, so I politely warned: "Miss Gu, the road ahead is long and slippery, please take care of yourself." Too many variables can easily make people suspicious, so anything
You have to make two preparations.
Gu Qingcheng smiled again: "Thank you, I will be careful."
After answering the call, I discovered that Guan Baoling was standing outside the door looking at me, and Xiao Kereng was also weighing the phone, secretly glancing at me with a strange look from time to time.
I raised the phone and shook it: "Ms. Gu Qingcheng from Hong Kong Island will arrive at Xunfu Garden soon. The origin of this guqin will be helpful to the various puzzles we have been investigating, so we should go back to Xunfu Garden first.
After meeting her in the garden and getting some results, it’s not too late to come back here.”
I didn't have any worries and didn't care what they thought of me. I calmly dialed Xiao Lai's number and told him to lift his alert status and prepare to retreat.
I handed over the management of the affairs of Fengge Temple to Han Shi'an, a third-generation disciple. He was Master Shenbi's most admired disciple during his lifetime. If we follow the rules of Chinese temples, he should take over the master's mantle.
Plague's corpse was temporarily placed in the Reincarnation Yard for cryopreservation. I just wasn't willing to let the lotus pattern disappear and hoped that his spirit in heaven could give me more enlightenment.
Twenty minutes later, the sun had just moved towards noon. I, Guan Baoling, Xiao Keleng, Xiaolai, had arrived at the temple gate. Hanshi'an provided a black Toyota car with the best performance in the temple. The car door was parked on the steps with its door wide open.
Down.
The snow on the mountain road has just melted half, but with Xiaolai's skills, there will definitely be no problem driving on this kind of snow.
Guan Baoling was the last one to step down the steps. With my support, she stepped carefully on the stone steps that were still covered with ice. For some reason, her face looked very bad and her brows were furrowed, as if she suddenly became worried.
My thoughts were all on Gu Qingcheng who was about to arrive. The guqin was wrapped in a good blanket and held by Xiao Lai. It was first put into the trunk of the car and then tied up several layers with sponges and ropes.
.It is not an exaggeration to say that such an expensive thing should be packaged ten times more carefully than now. If it were not for holding Guan Baoling, I would rather hold Qin in my arms.
The snow scene in Hokkaido is listed as one of the "Top Ten Famous Tourist Attractions in Japan". Looking to the southwest, the snow scene is picturesque. It is really the grand scene of "Silver Snakes Dancing in the Mountains and Wax Figures of Hara Chi" by our predecessors. Unfortunately, I only took a quick look at it.
I glanced at it a few times, but didn't have time to take a closer look.
"Feng, please wait a minute, wait a minute..." Guan Baoling stopped about to enter the car, pressed her hands on the car door, and Huo turned around.
The strong mountain wind in front of the temple gate rolled up her long black hair, flying like mist. Under the diffuse sunlight, it shone with dark and oily light one after another. She didn't care to hold up her hair, raised her face, and looked towards the temple gate.
Staring, covering his ears with his hands, listening carefully.