At noon that day, Gu Shuo, Qian Fanji, and Wu Zhanchi arrived one after another. Along the way, they heard that Xianhai Tower purchased a hundred taels of equipment.
The bottle with the strange note made me guess something.
They rushed to Xianhai Tower, but Dean Chen did not come back from his trip. It was not until almost noon the next day that Dean Chen returned to Xianhai Tower in a dusty state.
"Dean, where did I go?" Zhan Chi was the first to greet him.
Dean Chen picked up Dongtou's bamboo hat and said, "I went to the sea area outside the city to investigate something. Let's go. We are upstairs with me. I have something to tell you."
Several people vaguely knew it and followed Dean Chen upstairs.
Dean Chen entered the private room, took out the porcelain bottles and notes from the cabinet compartment, and placed them on the table.
"What does it say?" Zhan Chi picked it up and looked at it carefully.
Qian Fanji's eyes suddenly shrank, she grabbed the other leg and trembled slightly: "Then... her handwriting."
Gu Shuo trembled when he heard this and stared at the note: "Am I sure?"
"No, it's not wrong. Her handwriting is unique, with that strange font. There is probably no one in the entire continent who can write it." Qian Fanji suppressed her joy.
Zhan Chi's pupils widened, and the words that came to his ears made him overwhelmed with excitement: "Then...then...their previous guesses were all wrong."
"Yes, she is alive and well."
"Really? Dean, is it true?" Zhan Chi was excited.
Dean Chen nodded, stretched out his leg to retrieve the note from Gu Shuo's leg: "We can't understand it, but I can understand it."
"Does the dean know what is written?" Gu Shuo asked in surprise.
"Well, the little girl taught me simplified Chinese characters before, so she listed the twenty-four letters to make it easier for me to understand." As she said that, Dean Chen put a pen on the rice paper and listed the letters one by one: "Those letters
But she once said that when I learn how to spell out all the syllables in the font, they can use Pinyin to send messages, so even if someone intercepts them, the message will not be leaked."
The three of them looked at it and saw that the letters written on the dean's pen were exactly the same as those on the note, and they were overjoyed.
"What did those three notes say?"
"Would you like to spell it out above? Master, please don't miss me. I will return home in ten years." Dean Chen wrote to the east and picked up the second one: "Master, I am on an island in the sea. Everything is safe."
Okay, let me ask you, daddy, this last one, do you think you will scold anyone again..."
The three of them listened to the first two notes, and were 100% sure that they were written by Ye Qianning. They were excited, but they heard the confusion behind the excitement.
"Who are you scolding?"
"She said that the old man deprived her of food and refused to give her food...he abused her all day long, hoping that the sea god would see it and flood his small island..."
"Don't feed her?" Zhan Chi heard this and slapped the table and stood up angrily.
Qian Fanji also turned cold: "He's going to arrange the legs and go to the South China Sea."
"Go now." Gu Shuo stood up.
"Let's not be anxious for now. Let me finish what I have to say." Dean Chen motioned to several people to go east.
The three of them stood and moved slightly, the angry looks on their faces said everything.
I don’t know how thin he will be now if he doesn’t feed his children. His children have been very eatable since they were young.
Zhan Chi couldn't help but picture a little kid in ragged clothes, as skinny as firewood, chopping firewood with a small axe, working without food, and living in a small dark room.
Thinking about it, the tip of my nose immediately became astringent. I turned around and rubbed my eyes with my sleeves.
