Chapter 467 Her Relics

Of course Jiao Yu would not object, but General Ling took a sip on the ground: "That's fair! Even if that kid finds out, he won't tell us."

He Lingchuan turned the book to the end and suddenly felt something 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. What is recorded is no longer the collection of pulp beads, but some strange numbers, such as:

seventy-six and forty-one;

Two eighty one.

And so on.

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

"It's a code word."

Both monsters cast expectant looks: "Can you decipher it?"

"You think highly of me." He Lingchuan stared intently, "This secret language must match the translation before it can be translated into words."

"Translation?"

"The book that matches it." He Lingchuan attended a public class at Wensendai, 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."

"It's over!" General Ling immediately became troubled, "Books, account books, whatever, the ones with the paper were all taken away by Zhongsun!"

"Then you have to look for Zhongsun again." He Lingchuan was very objective, "He might also gain something."

Jiao Yu said: "I think he arranged some people to disguise themselves as civilians and wander around the small courtyard. He probably wanted to try his luck to see if Mr. Mai would come back."

"Probably not." He Lingchuan said this without any reliance, but with unreasonable certainty.

He also had two scrolls on hand, which he had pulled out together from the vase in the study.

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

It’s inconvenient to have no hands.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to help it flatten the scroll. This old sheep also likes paper too much.

The first scroll was a landscape painting, with high mountains and small moons, and streams and springs striking rocks. The painter was good, but He Lingchuan was not interested.

He is a common man and cannot appreciate it.

The second scroll unfolded, showing a portrait:

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

Even if the two monsters have no level of appreciation, they can still tell that this portrait was painted with more care than the first landscape painting, and every stroke was done to perfection.

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 narrowed, as if he had seen a ghost.

The tiger quickly said: "What's wrong?"

Even the secrets contained in the still life painting and the secret code in the account book did not make him lose his composure.

When it came closer and took a look, it was just a painting of a human figure. Could it be that this person could also come out of the painting?

I didn't see any special signature or seal.

He Lingchuan took a long breath, shook his head and said, "It's okay." His eyes did not leave the person in the painting.

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

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

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

This is Sun Fuling’s Centipede Bone Flute!

Not only did she blow it in front of him, she even used it as a teaching tool to teach him.

How could he admit his mistake?

How come Sun Fuling's flute appears in the hand of the noble lady in the painting?

The paper is slightly yellowed, and there is no special protection. The painting should be no more than thirty or forty years old.

He Lingchuan got along happily with Sun Fuling in the Soul Country, but always ignored her final fate intentionally or unintentionally. This portrait suddenly appeared, reminding him at once:

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?"

General Tiger and Ling both shook their heads.

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

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

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

"No, it's nothing." He Lingchuan calmed down and brought his thoughts back to 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 instructions, Probably close to home, even at home.”

General Ling said curiously: "But Zhongsun Mou's men have searched the yard and found nothing."

"They search theirs, we search ours."

Mr. Mai's residence is not big, and the study is already empty. There are also bedrooms, kitchens, wing rooms, and front and rear courtyards.

He Lingchuan and others searched again.

The guards left behind by Zhongsun Mou were standing at the door, watching them walking around with a cold expression and a hint of sarcasm in their eyes.

Indeed, there was nothing gained. The group of people in Lingxu City had packed away all the useful and useless things. There was only a bed and a few tables left in the bedroom, and only pots and pans were left in the kitchen.

The front and back yards were even plowed into mud.

General Ling murmured while inspecting: "What are you looking for? There must be a target, right?"

"Of course it's a clue related to the monster-eating beast." Jiao Yu's voice came from the backyard, "For example, this one."

Everyone rushed over to take a look and found it lying next to the pergola in the backyard.

There are some fruits and herbs planted in the yard. They should be growing well this season. Gourds have already climbed vines, and Prunella vulgaris has also bloomed purple flowers. However, Zhongsun Mou's men did not even let this place go. The garden soil was turned up, and the ground was full of mud marks, and the flowers and plants were crushed.

If Mr. Mai hides something in the field, it will be found.

Jiao Yu's tiger head is facing the base of the wall.

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

It was here that He Lingchuan found a little shiny reflection.

"Mucus, but the traces are very narrow. It should be left by ordinary snails." He Lingchuan was about to get up when he found a stone jar more than one foot high lying next to the vine frame.

This kind of stone jar is a whole piece of stone that is polished and carved into various shapes. Ordinary people put it at home. Some use it as a Feng Shui stone to suppress luck, some put it among flowers and plants to make it look good, and some simply use it to press jars to pickle pickles... Anyway, the uses are varied.

This piece should have been sitting quietly under the vine frame, but it was ruthlessly overturned by Zhongsun Mou's men, half of it buried in the soil.

But it was painted with a spiral shape on the side facing He Lingchuan.

He simply reached out and removed all the soil on the stone jar.

The spiral became clearer and clearer.

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

"Snail shell." He Lingchuan had caught many candy snails in the Panlong dream and could tell the difference between the two.

To be honest, it was carved quite artistically, which shows that the craftsman's carving skills are good. But it was placed in Mr. Mai's backyard, and it had a special meaning no matter how you looked at it.

There were also some moss marks on the stone jar, which showed that it had been placed here for a long time.

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

This yard had been turned upside down, and there was nothing to search anymore.

...

At night.

When the post station was lit, Zhongsun Mou was also writing furiously.

"Come here."

The guards arrived.

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

The content of the letter was very simple, complaining that the special envoy sent by Chiyan Prince Fu Shanyue was rude and obstructed the investigation.

He knew that the king of Chiyan had never liked his eldest son, and after receiving the complaint from the inspector of Lingxu City, he should take some action.

After the guards took the order and left, Zhongsun Mou began to enjoy his dinner.

He didn't like hot food, so the chef who brought him with him made him crystal sashimi tonight, which was thinly sliced ​​sashimi and clam foot slices. Each slice must be thin enough to be transparent to be qualified. When eating, add pepper and garlic slices, and dip in some sauce and mustard, which is the taste that Zhongsun Mou is used to.

The monsters in Lingxu City have lived with humans for hundreds of years, and they have paid a lot of attention to food, accommodation, and transportation, but they don't like to eat all kinds of flavors like humans. Zhongsun Mou is already very open-minded, and most mermaids don't like human sauces.

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

Fu Shanyue's envoy took the ball first, and was reluctant to hand it over. Is there something strange about it?

He studied it for a long time, dripped some potion on it, and found nothing special.

He simply asked someone to cut it open.

It was solid, and there was nothing inside.

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

What a waste of his time.

After dinner, he had an idea and asked Mr. Mai's gatekeeper to come over and ask in detail.

This time, he mainly asked Mr. Mai about his daily life and living habits, and by the way, he saw if the old man was lying. Often a question popped up every now and then, just when the old man was least vigilant. If he didn't answer consistently, he would definitely suffer.

If He Lingchuan was present, he would probably call him an expert. Whether it was Uncle Hao from Blackwater City or the Dafeng Army, they often interrogated prisoners in this way.

But the old man never got it wrong once.

Finally, Zhongsun Mou asked about Mr. Mai's diet.

The old man said that Mr. Mai preferred noodles to rice, and he would order some soup for supper at night. "Every time he came to Shuanglu Town, he would bring a kind of very fine and very white rice noodles and ask me to cook it for him. This noodle is cooked as soon as it is put into boiling water. Mr. Mai would definitely add some dried shrimps when he eats this noodle."

"Specially fine and white? Where is it produced?"

"Then I don't know."

Zhongsun Mou sent the guard to Mr. Mai's house again to bring back the fine noodles.

The candle on the table just burned out.

When the guard lit a new candle, Zhongsun Mou caught a flash of blue light in the corner of the old man's eyes.

"Hmm?" He was moved, "Do you usually have discomfort in your eyes?"

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

But now, Zhongsun Mou pinched out the candle with one hand, and then asked the guard to light it again.

He is the master, he can do whatever he wants, and the guard certainly has no objection.

When the candlelight was lit again, Zhongsun Mou saw a flash of green light in the old man's eyes again!

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

Zhongsun Mou sneered and suddenly grabbed the old man's neck, pulled him closer, and with his other hand picked up the spoon from the plate and pressed it into his eye sockets to dig out the tears!