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Chapter 38 Brother, you are really not suitable for pretending

"Boy, look around more. Many opportunities and scenery are missed just like this." A proud voice sounded in his ears, and Nangong Ling moved forward and touched the transparent wall.

"What's this?"

The doubts in his eyes were unconcealed, and Nangong Xun immediately felt a great sense of psychological satisfaction.

"Look at these murals," he said.

Tang Ling's eyes followed Nangong Ling to the mural, and found that the white swaddling clothes surrounding the child in the last mural had been smeared with bright red blood at some point.

"Did you paint the swaddling clothes red?" Nangong Ling turned to Nangong Xun in shock, seeming to understand something in an instant, "I see, does it need blood?"

"No." Nangong Ling murmured, "Why did you only smear this area?"

Nangong Xun looked at him contemptuously when he heard this. He was not stingy at all, but told him without reservation.

"The colors in these pictures are very single. Each character has a single color without any other colors, so I noticed it right from the beginning." Nangong Xun said with a hint of embarrassment.

"The content of the picture is secondary, the color is primary."

Tang Ling listened for a long time before he understood the mystery in these pictures.

If you simply look at the colors in the pictures, you will find that the first picture is one black, one red and two white, the second picture is one black, two red and two white, the third picture is two black, one red and four white, and the fourth picture is

It's one black, three white and one red.

It can be seen from the first three pictures that the number of white in the latter picture is always twice the number of black in the previous picture, while the number of red in the middle is a repeated cycle of one and two.

If this rule is followed, then the third picture should be one black, two red and two white.

But the third pair is one black, three white and one red, so you only need to paint one of the white ones red.

"This is relatively simple." Nangong Xun said, "We may not have other colors on our body, but there must be red."

"It's blood." Nangong Ling answered.

Nangong Xun nodded, but couldn't help but sneered, "It's clear that it needs blood to apply it. There are many mechanisms that rely on blood to open. It's just a little trick."

"But in previous books, these institutions all require the blood of a specific family to open." Nangong Ling murmured, "We are in the Nangong family, so what we want must be from the Nangong family..."

"No matter what." Nangong Xun interrupted him, "I discovered the pattern in the first two pictures. The second and fourth pictures verified the pattern, and then I felt that the last picture was not quite right. The color

The number of them is obviously different from the previous ones."

"Have you never thought it was a coincidence?" Nangong Ling asked the question in Tang Ling's heart.

"Dear brother, there would never be such a coincidence in the Nangong family's organ pavilion." Nangong Xun said in a helpless tone.

Nangong Ling was stunned for a moment, "What did you call me?"

Tang Ling was sweating for Nangong Xun. This guy was so high that he forgot that he was hiding his identity.

Sure enough, the regretful expression on Nangong Xun's face flashed away, and he immediately returned to normal and said, "Little brother, you look younger than me, right? Is there something wrong?"

Nangong Ling nodded hesitantly, but Nangong Xun no longer dared to look into his eyes.

Tang Ling guessed that he must be complaining in his heart at this time: Nangong Ling is not an expert in organizational skills, but his ability in judging people is pretty good.

"Even if the inner disciples of the Nangong family don't have the opportunity to enter and exit the city at will, they will randomly come in and practice with the teachers in the closed class."

Nangong Xun said: "Don't act like you've never seen a big scene."

After saying that, he muttered in a low voice, "Thankfully, I thought this door was a shortcut to the top of the tower. I have been waiting for it for two years in vain."

Nangong Ling said: "What?"

"It's nothing." Nangong Xun said immediately, took a few steps forward, felt the material under his feet, and couldn't help but marvel a few times.

"But there is a problem." He frowned, "The material of the wall is such that only people in the secret passage can see the whole of the city. When people in the city look, they still see only the wall - if others can't see us, they can't ask for help.

, and I only know where the secret passage is, but I don’t know where the exit is.”

Nangong Ling looked at the majestic machine city below him and was silent after hearing this.

"There is still a road inside, why not go and have a look." He said.

Continuing to walk forward for a while, the surrounding walls gradually became normal. Nangong Xun walked slower and slower. Leng Buding took Nangong Ling's hand and asked, "Do you feel a little cold?"

"No...no."

"You're so cold that you're stuttering."

Nangong Ling withdrew her eyes from the hand holding her own, put her fingers together, held it tightly, and stopped talking.

Tang Ling couldn't feel Xiao Hei's emotions from his consciousness, but the temperature was transmitted through the palms of his hands, which was quite warm.

Nangong Xun must have never thought that he could walk hand in hand with this cheap brother in a place like this.

Nangong Ling later realized that Nangong Xun was afraid and took the initiative to talk to him, "It's so late, why is my brother in the tower?"

Nangong Xun was scolding the damn designer of the secret passage in a low voice for being stingy about placing even a lamp. Hearing this, he subconsciously said, as if without thinking, "It's not just to save you."

Nangong Ling's hand moved.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Tang Ling felt that Xiao Hei's mood was also disturbed.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Brother, you are really not suitable for disguise.

It's a big leak.

Nangong Xun seemed to have given up on himself, but luckily he finished speaking in one breath.

"The maid Qiushi in your room used to serve the eldest young master of the Nangong family."

When Tang Ling saw Xiao Hei's memory, the maid came to serve in the courtyard two years ago and had always taken good care of Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling was shocked when she heard this and lowered her voice, "What do you want to say, brother?"

"I heard her and Mo Jiangtian's plan behind the rockery, which was to trap you in the tower tonight and make it look like you broke through and died."

Except for Nangong Xun, compared to the other siblings, Mo Jiangtian had a cold attitude towards Nangong Ling, which Nangong Ling had already noticed.

But he had always taken good care of him, but he didn't want to...

Tang Ling noticed the loss of warmth in his palms.

"Compared with the disgust displayed on Aunt Liu's face, Mrs. Lin is used to putting on appearances and is extremely hypocritical. How can the son and daughter she teaches be any better?" Nangong Xun's tone was filled with emotion.

ridicule.

"Thank you for saying 'big brother and second sister', now you see clearly——"

"It turns out he's not that person." Nangong Ling interrupted him suddenly, not paying attention to what he just said.

Nangong Xun was stunned, "Who?"

Nangong Ling sneered and returned to Nangong Xun's familiar tone, "The sixth young master of the Nangong family - Nangong Xun."

Nangong Xun's face was still calm, but his interest in talking seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

Nangong Ling continued unconsciously: "Before I fell into coma, I saw a corner of light purple cloth. This is the color he usually wears. Maybe he is one of the people who planned it."

"Although he hates you, he will never kill you." Nangong Xun withdrew his hand and suddenly strode forward in anger.

Nangong Ling was a little at a loss and rushed forward to catch up, but before he had taken two steps, he suddenly saw Nangong Xun in front of him and stopped.

"What's wrong with brother?" Nangong Ling asked.

But what happened next made him even more confused.

It also made Tang Ling feel incredibly weird.


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