Chapter 287 Dead End

"The drums of the third watch sound, the boat sails on the moon, and a half-white bag can relieve my sorrow.

Looking at the words on the newspaper, the fat man had one big eye and one small eye. He pursed his lips, then tilted his head to look at the doctor and Xia Meng, and said, "This seems to be some kind of code."

When he was very young, he loved to read martial arts novels, which often had scenes of pigeons delivering letters. In order to prevent the information from being intercepted by the opponent, it was generally written in a more obscure way.

It is not clear whether Xia Meng was scared by the doctor. This time, he was very cooperative. He handed over the newspaper very honestly, sat at the table, and had a gloomy face. It was unclear what he was thinking.

The drums of the third watch sounded, which should mean that there was a drum sound at the third watch in the middle of the night, which means that Master Huang will come to the lake to sing tonight.

But the next sentence, the boat sails on the moon, is

The fat man blinked, thinking that it seemed to have extended something. After all, a boat is a boat, but how can a boat sail to the moon.

"It's a reflection. "Jiang Cheng looked at the newspaper without looking up and said, "It is the reflection of the moon on the lake. When the boat goes up, it is like the boat is sailing on the moon."

Xia Meng's face did not fluctuate at all. It seemed that she had guessed it long ago. Her eyes were focused on the last two sentences.

Half of the white bag can relieve the sorrow.

The latter sentence is easy to understand. It probably means to solve the current predicament, and it can also be extended to mean a way out.

She was puzzled by the first half of the sentence - half of the white bag.

After all, the two sentences together mean that this half of the white bag can help them find a way out.

But what is a white bag?

Why is it half?

If this so-called white bag is a real thing, it would be fine. I am afraid that it is just an extended meaning, just like the boat sailing on the moon, which is something on the image level.

That would be hard to guess.

"At three o'clock in the morning, there will be a drum sound, and the boat will sail to the reflection of the moon on the lake. Getting this half of the white bag can solve our most worrying thing now. "

Staring at the newspaper spread out in front of the doctor, the fat man translated the clue code with his own understanding.

After all, there are too few clues at the moment, and there are even fewer that can be used for reasoning or mutual verification, so the situation is inevitably deadlocked.

The fat man scratched his head hard, looking very impatient. After all, it was the doctor who was in trouble this time. "What kind of clue is this?" He sat down next to the doctor and complained, "It's useless at all!"

"Not necessarily." It was Jiang Cheng who spoke. As the person involved, he seemed to have a better mentality than the other two. "At least we know that Young Master Huang will come to the lake to perform tonight, and there will be a boat."

"The timing of the ghost's action can also be determined." Xia Meng said in a cold voice: "It's when the boat sails to the reflection of the moon on the lake.

"Whose boat?" Jiang Cheng asked very naturally.

"It may only carry Master Huang, or it may carry one or more of us." Xia Meng said, "If everyone takes the boat together, it's fine. If they come one by one," she paused, "I'll just have to pray for the best."

The fat man on the side looked at Jiang Cheng, and then at Xia Meng. He didn't expect that so many things could be extracted from these seemingly unrelated words.

But he heard one sentence very clearly: the ghost will attack the doctor when the boat sails into the reflection of the moon.

"Doctor." The fat man suddenly became excited, "Then why don't we prevent the boat from sailing into the reflection of the moon? Or maybe we won't get on the boat today."

In his imagination, as long as the premise of preventing the boat from sailing on the moon can be prevented from happening, then the ghost will naturally have no chance to attack, and the doctor will be safe.

Xia Meng raised her head and glanced at the fat man, and then glanced at Jiang Cheng inconspicuously, as if asking, are you serious about bringing such a guy to the base?

But what Xia Meng didn't expect was that even under such conditions, Jiang Cheng didn't show the reasonable impatience towards the fat man, but his tone changed a little and his speech speed became faster.

"It's not because of the bowl of blood." Jiang Cheng said: "That's just a hint."

"Hint?"

The two eyebrows frowned together, and the fat man didn't understand even more. He subconsciously thought that the doctor was targeted by the ghost because he chose the bowl of human blood, which led to his death.

"What hint?" The fat man asked in disbelief: "A hint that you were targeted?"

"Yes."

Indeed.

This reason is too far-fetched, and there are too many uncertainties in it.

The fat man briefly recalled the series of things that happened after they entered the copy in his mind, and felt that what the doctor said made sense. This is more like a hint.

A hint from the ghost.

No, the fat man's pupils changed slightly, as if he suddenly realized something, it would be more appropriate to say that it was a rule.

After all, there is no absolute dead end in the mission.

"Then why were you targeted, doctor?" The fat man raised his head and asked.

"Because he didn't take Young Master Huang's pulse." Xia Meng's voice sounded, "Do you remember what the middle-aged woman said when we were heading to where Young Master Huang lived?"

"In short, there are only two requirements. One is that you must change into costumes, and the other is to treat Young Master Huang." Xia Meng's voice sounded very confident, as if she was stating the facts.

Something flashed in his eyes, and the fat man swallowed his saliva. Tang Shirou, who died tragically last night, was the only one who didn't wear a costume, so she was skinned, and the doctor was the only one who didn't see Young Master Huang, let alone treat him.

Even Qin Jian, who went up later, saw Young Master Huang.

Indeed.

This does make sense.

"But"

The fat man seemed to want to argue something, as if only in this way could the doctor have hope of survival.

But before he could open his mouth, he heard Xia Meng continue to say in a calm tone: "If he doesn't go downstairs and leave immediately, I think Young Master Huang will show up."

The calmness in this sentence directly ignited the fat man, and his eyes looking at Xia Meng immediately changed from shock to anger.

"You knew it a long time ago!" The fat man stood up and pointed at Xia Meng and cursed: "Why didn't you say it earlier, you bitch!" He gritted his teeth.

The fat man with his eyes wide open looked very imposing. He just stood there and blocked the light in front of Xia Meng.

Xia Meng realized at this moment that this fat man who had just been beaten up by her, who was usually timid and a little wretched, was not only fat, but also very strong.

Staring with bloodshot eyes, the veins on his forehead were stretched, and he looked like he was going to eat people.

Opening her mouth slightly, she was stunned for the first time and forgot to refute.

"Fatty."

Until Jiang Cheng spoke.

The fat man's expression eased a lot after hearing the doctor's voice, but he still stood there without sitting down, as if he was going to settle accounts with Xia Meng after listening to the doctor's words.

"It has nothing to do with her." Jiang Cheng said.