"The password is ......"

Lu Xiu followed the torn out inside page of the comparison table and converted the notches on the wooden door into Arabic numerals.

After lifting the password, he was slightly stunned and muttered, "The password is 1314." ”

If the brass lock in the corridor is also specially designed by Young Master Lu in order to properly preserve this information in the story of "Old Things in Beiping", then why did he set up such an ingenious set of numbers in the Peking Theater, which is quite intriguing.

Before Lu Xiu could continue to think about it, Fu Nanxun had already swirled the password disk and entered the four digits into it according to what he said.

I only heard a crisp sound of "click", and the lock was opened.

Fu Nanxun pushed open the wooden door, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The two people on the other side of the wooden door followed the sound and raised their eyes, it was Xu Chunqiu and Du Zigui.

At that moment, what shots, what recordings, as if the whole world had been left behind by him, Lu Xiu stepped over, only then did he realize that his movements were a little out of place, just standing straight in front of Xu Chunqiu, a thousand words stuck in his throat, a pair of affectionate eyes could not hide his emotions.

"You already knew there was going to be a problem in position four, didn't you?" he said with a deep breath and reassurance, "so you put yourself there." ”

"Why are you ......?"

Why don't you tell me? Why do you have to do it alone?

Do you know how panicked I was when you were gone.

I'm worried about you.

His little girl knew that she was weak, and before he could finish speaking, she raised her two slender arms and interrupted him in a small voice: "Hug." ”

Lu Xiu: Here we go again......

"It didn't work this time. ”

He feigned stubbornness and turned his eyes away from her.

The little girl's smiling eyes were crooked, and her eyes were bent into the shape of a crescent moon, and there seemed to be stars in them.

She repeated sullenly, "Hug." ”

Lu Xiu couldn't hold back and glanced in her direction again. At a glance, he broke through all the defenses and collapsed.

He sighed, and with a stretch of his long arms took the little girl into his arms, as if he could embed her in his body.

"You won't be allowed to do that next time, you know?" his voice was low and pressed against her ear, and the exhaled breath hit her ear hotly.

Xu Chunqiu's ears turned red at the tip of the point, she said "um" softly, raised her head and "chirped" on his chin: "I was wrong, Lu Xiuxiu." ”

Fu Nanxun was eagerly circling around Du Zigui, Xu Chunqiu and Lu Xiu were greasy and crooked, Xie Lang was messy on the side, only to feel the cold dog food slapping indiscriminately on her face.

What kind of human suffering is this?

I'm so stupid, really, I just knew that there would be little couples hugging each other and sprinkling dog food in "Heartbeat", and I didn't know that there would be reasoning variety shows like "Escape Room".

(Note: Xianglin sister-in-law)

The player group has left the Four Corners game and finally gathered in this independent corridor.

Xie Lang coughed lightly and said, "Why is this room empty, it feels like there's nothing!"

Du Zigui nodded: "Teacher Xiao Xu and I have just checked it, and only there are things in the box in the middle of the room." ”

"Box?"

If he didn't say anything, Xie Lang didn't notice any so-called box. She looked closely, and then she realized that there was something on the ground.

The box is not large, it is a wooden dosage box.

"There's a small lock on the box," Du Zigui continued, "Teacher Xu has already unlocked it." ”

"What's in there?"

Xu Chunqiu took out something from her handbag, and she slowly unfolded her palms in front of everyone.

It is a palm-length flashlight.

Fu Nanxun was a little confused: "This is the roadmap left by Young Master Lu?"

"Could it be that there is some information hidden on it?"

"What does Young Master Lu mean?"

Several people took turns to pass it in their hands, and carefully put the flashlight in front of their eyes to observe it for a while, but no one observed the reason.

The thing was passed back into Xu Chunqiu's hand, and she unhurriedly stuffed the flashlight back into her bag: "Didn't Miss Lu Jin say that there is another destination." ”

Du Zigui came back to his senses: "You mean, the auction house?"

He remembered when the coachman had sent him over, and when he casually accosted him, he seemed to mention the auction house on the north side of the city.

Xu Chunqiu bowed: "We went to the auction house, maybe we will know." ”

......

Xu Chunqiu and his entourage walked out of the abandoned theater one after another, and one of the rickshaws that sent them over was parked in place, which was the one Du Zigui was sitting in when he came.

"Sir, miss, do you want to ride in the car?" said the coachman, who hung the towel, without raising his head.

But when he looked up, he found that they had actually walked out of the Peking Theater one by one, and before he could finish the second half of the sentence, he hurriedly swallowed it back into his stomach, and the coachman had a ghost-like expression on his face, and he was silent.

Du Zigui stepped forward with a smile and touched some change and stuffed it to him: "Master, I want to ask you something." ”

The coachman took his money and stared at them cautiously for a while, and Du Zigui felt that his expression was indescribably strange, as if he was discerning whether they were humans or ghosts.

The rickshaw driver observed for a while, and after being sure that the few of them had indeed walked out of the seeping theater alive and with all their beards and tails, he weighed the change in his hand and put it in his pocket: "It's easy to say, just ask." ”

"When you sent me here just now, it seems that you mentioned a certain auction item in the Peking Auction House, can you elaborate on it?"

The rickshaw driver slapped his thigh: "Hey, you said that." ”

"I'm just pulling a cart, and these things are hearsay, and I don't know if it's true. ”

The rickshaw drivers in Beiping City pulled the rickshaw and measured every street and alley of the city with their feet, and there were all the passengers on the car, and the information they could unintentionally obtained was also huge and wide.

In the evening, when the rickshaw drivers finished their work and went to the old man's house to pay the rent, they talked to each other in a few words, weaving an invisible information network.

I only heard the coachman continue: "The Peking auction house got a new bid today, and I heard that it seems to be a wordless book of heaven. ”

"A lot of big people with heads and faces are here for that," he muttered casually, "I don't know what to fight about a piece of torn paper, and there is not a word ...... on it."

Du Zigui keenly captured the key information: "Wordless Heavenly Book?"

The rickshaw driver shrugged: "I know so much, I really don't know anything else." ”