Origin

At around seven o'clock in the evening, the two returned to Mr. Li's villa. Wan Shanhai and others were waiting eagerly. Seeing one of them frowning and the other looking sad, they all thought that things were not going well.

After Mr. Li came back, he went straight to the study. Wu Zhongyuan wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Wan Shanhai, "Hey, how was it?"

"We found the problem." Wu Zhongyuan said casually.

"Is it difficult?" Wan Shanhai asked.

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "It's not too troublesome. This kind of thing is like taking apart a sweater. As long as you find the thread, you can pull it apart."

Mrs. Li and Li Si were behind Wan Shanhai. When Wu Zhongyuan said this, the three of them felt relieved. Wan Shanhai asked doubtfully, "Now that the matter has been settled, why are you still looking downcast?"

"I'm thinking about other things." Wu Zhongyuan said casually.

"Don't think about it, just get the business done," Wan Shanhai said, looking back at Mrs. Li and Li Si with a proud expression of living up to their trust.

Mrs. Li looked at Li Si with a happy face, "It's getting late. Go call your dad and go out for dinner with Xiao Hai and Xiao Wu."

Without waiting for Li Si to rush over, Mr. Li walked out of the study, holding a stack of photos in his hand.

There are advantages to having more cars. Mrs. Li and others shared a car. Mr. Li also pulled Wu Zhongyuan. After getting in the car, he handed the photo to Wu Zhongyuan, "It's all here."

Wu Zhongyuan reached out and took it, and found that there were more photos than he thought, a dozen or so.

It was already dark by this time, and Mr. Li helped turn on the ceiling light in the car.

Wu Zhongyuan was worried about being seen by Wan Shanhai and others, so he said, "Close it."

Hearing what he said, Mr. Li glanced at Wu Zhongyuan with confusion, raised his hand and turned off the ceiling lamp.

Wu Zhongyuan looked at the photos in his hand one by one. The first few photos were of the square stone. When the pictures were taken, the stone had cracked, and you could see that there was indeed green rust residue in the middle of the stone.

I also took photos of the shapes and lines on the outside of the stone. The square stone has six sides, and it seems like there are lines and shapes on each side.

"There should be six photos on the outside of the stone, why are there only two here?" Wu Zhongyuan asked. These lines and graphics are very similar to the words written by Wu Zhui, and they should belong to the same language of the same period.

"Can you see clearly?" Mr. Li was surprised. At this time, there was only the faint light of the instrument light in the car. He couldn't even see Wu Zhongyuan's facial features clearly, but Wu Zhongyuan could actually see the photo clearly.

Wu Zhongyuan nodded.

Mr. Li cleared his throat and said, "That stone was severely weathered, and the graphics in some parts were very blurry. The graphics and lines on the remaining surfaces were all the same, so I took two pictures of the clearest ones. .”

Wu Zhongyuan nodded again and looked carefully. The two photos did not show the same face, but the words on them were the same.

Then he looked at the pictures below, which were pictures of the iron ball. He took pictures from different angles. The iron ball was larger than he thought, about the size of two adult fists. It had moire and gluttonous patterns on it. The inside of the iron ball was There are also photos. The inside is very smooth and should have been polished.

The remaining photos are of the piece of white jade. Some use a ruler to show the size, and some use an electronic scale to show the weight. It is not very heavy, only about 80 grams.

Although the color of this jade was different from those he had seen before, the size and shape were also different.

But he still recognized at a glance that this piece of jade was the same type as the previous ones.

Mr. Li waited patiently for Wu Zhongyuan to read the photo before saying, "Xiao Wu, the hope of finding that Taoist priest is slim."

Wu Zhongyuan responded casually. Mr. Li didn't know the inside story and still thought he wanted to find the middle-aged Taoist priest through iron balls and jade.

The place to eat was not far from Mr. Li's villa. Not long after, the car stopped at the entrance of a high-end hotel. Wu Zhongyuan directly put the photos into his pocket without asking for Mr. Li's permission.

"Xiao Wu, give me an account number." Mr. Li said.

Wu Zhongyuan naturally knew what Mr. Li was going to do, but he did not tell the other party his account number. Instead, he opened the door and got out of the car, "Let's talk about it later."

Mr. Li was a smart man and did not continue to ask questions. Wu Zhongyuan did not refuse directly, which meant that he would ask for money, but he would only accept the reward after the results were seen.

The food was good and the food was good, but Wu Zhongyuan didn't eat much because he had something on his mind.

Even Wan Shanhai could see that Wu Zhongyuan had something on his mind, and the Li family could also naturally see that. They didn't know that Wu Zhongyuan was thinking about his own affairs, and thought that Wu Zhongyuan had been worrying about their affairs, so they couldn't help but be worried.

After dinner, Mr. Li personally drove Wu Zhongyuan and Wan Shanhai back to school.

Wan Shanhai was curious, so he couldn't help but ask questions, so Wu Zhongyuan mumbled a few words casually, but the more perfunctory he was, the more curious Wan Shanhai became, and Wu Zhongyuan was annoyed by his endless questioning.

Back in the dormitory, Wan Shanhai stopped nagging because Wang Jize had sobered up and was playing with his tablet computer on the bed.

The night before school started, the dormitory building was noisy. It finally became quiet until eleven or twelve o'clock.

You can think in any environment, but the best environment for thinking is a quiet environment. Wu Zhongyuan stayed up so late just to think quietly.

The question he was thinking about was naturally the origin of the middle-aged Taoist.

There are currently insufficient clues, so we can only guess, not infer. If we think about it carefully, the biggest possibility is that this middle-aged Taoist also came from ancient times. If not, this person cannot possibly know that there are iron balls hidden in the stones, nor can he know that iron balls are hidden in the rocks. There is a piece of jade in the ball, and it is even more impossible to know that the aura contained in the piece of jade will weaken after it leaves the iron ball.

However, this assumption does not make sense. First, this middle-aged Taoist can tolerate the severely polluted modern air. Second, the gold this person brought in exchange for jade belongs to different eras.

It was very uncomfortable to be puzzled. In the end, Wu Zhongyuan fell asleep in this uncomfortable state of depression and doubt.

I woke up in the morning and thought about it for a while, but I still couldn't figure it out, so I just didn't want to think about it anymore. As long as I knew there was such a thing, I would eventually understand it. Maybe the eighteen pages left by Wu Zhui would have the answer. Maybe.

After breakfast, class began. Wu Zhongyuan was not in the mood for class. He sat in the corner and copied the text on the eighteen pages one by one.

Copying one by one does not necessarily mean copying in the order in which they were written. In order to ensure that nothing was missed, he had kept the eighteen pages separately. What he was copying now was odd-numbered pages, that is, odd-numbered pages.

When he copied, he did not copy in the order of the written content of each chapter. He would write down different words. When he encountered the same words in the future, he would no longer write them separately, but would write them under the previous words. Mark down.

Not to mention that no one saw what Wu Zhongyuan was doing, even if someone saw what he was doing, no one knew what he was doing. In fact, he did this to determine how many different words there were in these eighteen pages.

There are a total of forty-two words on the first page, and several of these forty-two words are the same.

There are fifty-one words on the second page, and these fifty-one words also slightly overlap with the words on the first page.

There are thirty-six words on the third page, and several more words are repeated on the first two pages.

In one class, three pages were transcribed, with a total of 129 words, and there were more than 80 non-duplicated words.

This is time-consuming and labor-intensive, but the advantage is that it is safe and confidential. As long as you copy these eighteen pages, you can determine how many words there are in total, and then disrupt the order of these words and translate them in various ways, even to the words If you ask a scholar for advice, you don’t need to show the whole sentence or chapter to others.

Halfway through the second period, an exclamation suddenly came from the classroom. The exclamation interrupted Wu Zhongyuan's thoughts. When he raised his head, he saw that the students in front of him were all turning their heads and looking back.

When he turned around, he found a young woman walking towards him from the classroom door. He took a closer look, why is it Zhao Ying? !

Zhao Ying walked over under Wu Zhongyuan's astonished gaze. She stopped without saying anything and just looked at the empty seat next to him with a smile.

Wu Zhongyuan nodded blankly, Zhao Ying pulled up the chair, sat next to Wu Zhongyuan, and took out paper, pen and book.

Wu Zhongyuan pulled the book and covered the paper he was copying, "Didn't you drop out of school?"

"Suspension of school." Zhao Ying corrected.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't understand why Zhao Ying came back, but Zhao Ying was sitting next to him. Naturally, he couldn't continue copying. He could only open the book and stare at it pretending to concentrate.

"Did you miss me?" Zhao Ying asked with a smile.

Zhao Ying smiled sincerely, at least very sincerely. Her identity had been revealed and there was no need to hide it anymore.

Although Zhao Ying spoke in a low voice, the classroom was very quiet. Many students heard her and booed her out of envy or contempt.

Some things become numb after too much experience. Wu Zhongyuan was often booed before, and Wu Zhongyuan became thick-skinned. He ignored those classmates and said, "I didn't expect you to come back."

Zhao Ying smiled and said, "I'll tell you after class."

Wu Zhongyuan did not nod or speak, but just moved his eyes back to the book.

His eyes were on the book, but his mind was not on the book. What he was thinking about was why Zhao Ying came back, and what Zhao Ying was doing when he came back.

He quickly figured out the answer to this first question, because he had contacted Zhao Ying twice before, once to ask Zhao Ying to help translate Wu Zhui's narrative about the identity of the birdman, and once to ask Zhao Ying for help. Find out who called Lin Qingming on the day of Huang Ping's accident.

Taking the initiative to contact Zhao Ying twice showed that he did not hate Zhao Ying, and Zhao Ying herself naturally knew this, and it was precisely because of knowing this that Zhao Ying came back.

As for the purpose of Zhao Ying's return this time, it is still unclear, but one thing is for sure, that is, no matter what Zhao Ying wants to do, she will put it forward directly and will never hide it like before.

"If you don't like me sitting next to you, I can sit further away." Zhao Ying smiled.

Wu Zhongyuan glanced at Zhao Ying and said nothing.

In the second half of the class, Zhao Ying did not take the initiative to talk to Wu Zhongyuan, and Wu Zhongyuan did not talk to her either. He just looked ahead and watched the students on the blackboard.

After class, Wu Zhongyuan packed up his things and left the classroom.

Zhao Ying then followed.

After going downstairs, Wu Zhongyuan did not go back to the dormitory. Instead, he looked around, trying to find a quiet place where he could talk.

At this moment, he suddenly found a person walking on the road to the south. At first glance, he looked very familiar. Then, when he looked closer, he became even more familiar. He didn't expect Wang Xinran to come back, just like he didn't expect Zhao Ying to come back.

Wang Xinran was carrying a shoulder bag and was still wearing jeans. When he saw him, he also saw Zhao Ying beside him. He frowned and walked towards the two of them quickly.

When he got close, he didn't even look at Wu Zhongyuan. He reached behind his waist and stared at Zhao Ying fiercely, "Do you believe I can kill you with one shot?"

Zhao Ying lowered her hand to her right hip, raised her eyebrows and sneered, "It depends on who can draw the gun faster..."

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