MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 467 her relic

  Chapter 467 Her relics

  Of course Jiao Yu would not object, but General Ling slapped the ground: "It's fair! That kid won't tell us even if he finds out."

  He Lingchuan turned the book to the end, and suddenly felt different: "This book is not an account book."

   This book looks nothing special from the outside, but there are only a few thin pages inside, and the records are no longer the collection of beads, but some strange numbers, such as:

  Seventy-six-four-eleven;

  Two-eight-one.

   and so on.

   Three numbers plus two bars form a group, and there are only a few groups of numbers on each page.

   "It's a code word."

   Both monsters looked expectantly: "Can you decipher it?"

   "I think highly of me." He Lingchuan couldn't take his eyes off, "This code must match the translation before it can be translated into words."

   "Translation?"

   "The book that matches it." He Lingchuan asked the public class in Sendai, and an old master came to explain the compilation of code words. "In other words, this set of code words is designed to match that book."

   "The game is over!" General Ling was annoyed immediately, "Books, account books, anyway, those with papers were taken away by Zhongsun!"

   "Then we have to find Zhongsun Mou again." He Lingchuan was very objective, "Maybe he can gain something from there."

  Jiao Yudao: "I think he has arranged some people to pretend to be civilians to wander around this small courtyard. He probably wants to try his luck and see if Mr. Mai will come back."

   "Probably not." He Lingchuan had no basis for saying this, but was certain for no reason.

  He still has two scrolls at hand, which were taken out of the vase in the study.

  He Lingchuan threw them aside, General Ling looked at them several times, couldn't help being curious, so he pulled the end of the rope off in his mouth, arched his head, and wanted to spread the scroll.

   It is inconvenient to have no hands.

  He Lingchuan had no choice but to help it flatten the scroll. The old sheep is also too fond of paper.

  The first scroll is a landscape painting. The mountains are tall and the moon is small, and the streams hit the rocks. The painting is good, but He Lingchuan is not interested.

  He is a common man, and he cannot appreciate it.

  The second scroll is unfolded, and it is a portrait of a character:

  The person in the painting seems to be a noble lady, with brocade clothes and a bun, and an elegant face, standing by the lake and playing the flute.

  Even if the two monsters have no level of appreciation, it can be seen that this portrait is painted with more care than the first landscape, and every stroke is perfect.

   Then they heard a "click" and looked back—

  He Lingchuan broke the edge of the table.

  He stared at the painting closely, his eyes widened, but his pupils shrank, as if he had seen a ghost.

   Tiger hurriedly said: "What's wrong?"

  Even the mysterious still life paintings and ledger code words just now didn't make him lose his composure.

  It leaned over and took a look, it was a painting of a figure, could this person also come out of the painting?

   Didn’t see any special inscription or seal.

  He Lingchuan took a long breath, shook his head and said, "It's okay." But he didn't leave his gaze from the person in the painting.

  Strictly speaking, he was staring at the flute in the portrait's hand.

  The first half of the flute is blocked by the lady's hand, but the second half is very detailed, with jade and white knots, nodes, and two eye-catching red circles!

  When He Lingchuan saw this flute for the first time, blood rushed to his forehead.

   This is Sun Fuling's Celestial Centipede Bone Flute!

  Not only did she blow it in front of him, but she even taught him using it as a teaching tool.

  How could he admit his mistake?

  How did Sun Fuling's flute appear in the hands of the lady in the painting?

  Looking at the slight yellowing of the painting paper, and no special protection, the painting should not exceed 30 to 40 years.

  He Lingchuan gets along happily with Sun Fuling in Soul Hometown, always ignoring her final fate intentionally or unintentionally. This portrait suddenly appeared, reminding him immediately:

  People are mortal, and cities are mortal.

   But who picked up her belongings in the end? How did this woman get it?

   "Do you recognize this woman?"

  Both Tiger and General Antelope shook their heads.

  He Lingchuan silently put away the scroll, and the veins on his forehead twitched twice.

  The answer is with Mr. Mai, he must find this person!

   "What's so special about this woman?" Does the special envoy like this type?

"Forget it, it's nothing." He Lingchuan collected his mind and brought his thoughts back to the business. "The old gatekeeper said that Mr. Mai stayed in the courtyard for a long time. So with Wan Song's ability to appear and disappear, when he gave Wan Song an order, Probably close to home, or even home."

  General Ling wondered: "But Zhong Sunmou's subordinates have searched the yard and found nothing."

   "They search theirs, we look at ours."

  Mr. Mai's residence is not big, the study room is empty, there are also bedrooms, kitchen, wing room, front and rear courtyards.

  He Lingchuan and others searched again.

  The guards left by Zhong Sun Mou stood at the door, watching them walking back and forth with a cold face, with a hint of sarcasm in their eyes.

   It is true that there is nothing to gain. The people in Lingxu City have already packed away all the useful and useless things. There is only a bed and a bed in the bedroom, and only pots and pans in the kitchen.

  The front and back yards were turned over and there was mud everywhere.

   General Ling looked around and muttered: "What are you looking for? There must be a target, right?"

   "Naturally, it's a clue related to the Devouring Monster Beast." Jiao Yu's voice came from the backyard, "For example, this one."

  Everyone rushed over to see it was lying on the edge of the pergola in the backyard.

Some melons, fruits and herbs were planted in the yard, which should have been growing well this season, the gourds had already climbed vines, and the prunella vulgaris had also bloomed small purple flowers, but Zhong Sunmou’s men didn’t even spare this place, and the garden soil was turned over. From then on, the ground was full of mud marks, and the flowers and plants were also crushed.

  If Mr. Mai hides something in the ground, he will be searched.

  Jiao Yu's tiger head was facing the wall.

  This is the north wall, where the sun does not shine all year round, and the humidity is the heaviest, so the base of the wall is covered with moss.

  He Lingchuan found a little shiny reflection here.

   "Mucus, but the trace is very narrow, it should be left by ordinary snails." He Lingchuan was about to get up, but unexpectedly found a stone urn more than a foot high lying on the side of the pergola.

   This kind of stone urn is a whole piece of stone polished smooth and carved into various shapes. Ordinary people put it at home, some as a feng shui stone for town transportation, some are placed in flowers and plants to make it look good, and some are simply used to press jars to pickle pickles...Anyway, there are many uses.

   This piece was supposed to sit quietly under the pergola, but it was ruthlessly overturned by Zhong Sunmou's men, and half of it was buried in the soil.

   But on the side facing He Lingchuan, it is painted in the shape of a thread.

  He simply stretched out his hand to remove all the soil from the stone urn.

  The threads became clearer.

  The two demons also saw it, and leaned over and said, "Is this a snail shell? A snail shell?"

   "Snail shell." He Lingchuan has caught a lot of candy snails in Panlong Dreamland, so he can tell the difference between the two.

   To be honest, the carving is quite artistic, which shows that the craftsman is good at carving. But it is placed in Mr. Mai's backyard, no matter how you look at it, it has a deep meaning.

   There are also some moss marks on the stone urn, which shows that it has been placed here for a long time.

  He Lingchuan thought about it, and simply put it in the storage ring.

  The yard has been turned upside down, there is nothing more to search.

  …

   Into the night.

   While lighting the lamps at the post station, Zhong Sunmou was also writing hard.

   "Come here."

  The guards are coming.

   "Take this letter to the capital of Chiyan and present it to the monarch."

  The content of the letter is very simple, complaining that the special envoy sent by Fu Shanyue, the prince of Chiyan, was rude and unscrupulous, obstructing the handling of the case.

  He knew that Lord Chiyan had always disliked the eldest son, and when he received a complaint from the inspector of Lingxu City, he would probably take some action.

  After the guards left, Zhong Sunmou began to enjoy his dinner.

  He doesn't like hot food, so the cook who brought him with him tonight made him crystal kueh, that is, thinly sliced ​​sashimi and clam feet. Add shredded pepper and garlic slices when eating, and then dip some sauce and mustard, which is the taste Zhong Sunmou is used to.

  The monsters in Lingxu City have lived with humans for hundreds of years, and they pay a lot of attention to food, housing, and transportation, but they are not like humans who like to eat all kinds of flavors. Zhong Sunmou is already very open-minded, most mermaids don't like human sauce.

   While eating, he looked at the ivory ball in his hand.

   Fu Shanyue's special envoy took the ball first, and was still reluctant when handing it over. Is there something strange about this thing?

  He studied it for a long time and dripped some potions on it, but he didn't find anything special.

  He simply asked someone to cut it open.

   Solid, no virtual machine inside.

  The identification results showed that it was indeed ivory, and it was only ivory.

   What a waste of his time.

  After eating, his heart moved, and he mentioned Mr. Mai's old gatekeeper to come over and ask carefully.

   This time, he mainly asked about Mr. Mai's daily life and living habits, by the way, to see if the old man was lying. Often a question popped up every now and then, and it was chosen when the old man was at his lowest vigilance. If he answered inconsistently, he would definitely suffer.

  If He Lingchuan was present, he would probably call the expert directly. Whether it was Uncle Hao in Heishui City or Dafeng Army, they often interrogated prisoners like this.

   But the old man did not get it wrong once.

  Finally, Zhong Sunmou asked about Mr. Mai's diet.

The old man said that Mr. Mai likes to eat noodles better than rice, and he also ordered some soup and water when he wanted to have a supper at night. He eats it. The noodles will be cooked as soon as they are placed in boiling water. Mr. Mai ordered some Kaiyang to eat this noodles.”

   "It's very thin and white? Where is it produced?"

   "Then I don't know."

  Zhong Sunmou sent his guards to Mr. Mai's house again to bring back the fine powder.

  The candle by the table had just burned out.

  When the guard lit a new candle, Zhong Sunmou caught a glint of blue light from the corner of the old man's eye.

   "Huh?" His heart moved, "Your eyes are usually uncomfortable?"

  The old man often blinked, he was not surprised before, after all, people have more problems when they are old.

  But now, Zhong Sunmou snuffed out the candle with one hand, and asked the guards to light it up again.

  He is the master, he can play whatever he wants, and the guards of course have no objection.

   When the candles were lit again, Zhong Sunmou saw the blue light flashing again in the old man's eyes!

   It was only for a moment, but it did not escape his eyes.

  Zhong Sunmou sneered, suddenly grabbed the old man's neck, pulled him closer, picked up the spoon in the other hand, and pressed it into his eye socket!

  (end of this chapter)