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Walking on Bahnhof Street, he couldn't help but feel unreal as he looked at the historic grey buildings on both sides of the street and the precious furs in the transparent windows: just a day earlier, he had been walking through the narrow streets of Myanmar with the smell of barbecue.

As if he had just slept for a while, he had traveled from the "past" to the "present".

"In the future, I'm coming. Han Nuowei looked at the tall lime trees on the side of the road, smelled the air with a hint of sweetness, and said with a smile.

He kept his pace as calm as he could, and walked to Pallad Square. He pulled out his mobile phone he had bought at Zurich Airport and looked up his destination: "Bank-of-Habegger". He saw the cursor turn on his phone's map for a few seconds, and then a tack icon appeared on the map, only a street away from him.

A few minutes later, Haberg Bank appeared in front of him. It's a small three-storey bank with a light brown façade that looks a lot of time, and although it still retains the elegance of a hundred years ago, it still looks a little too simple in the comparison of the surrounding bustling streetscape.

Han Nuowei had been calm all the way, but at this moment he became a little excited: he was finally going to see another thing that Cotton had left him. He straightened out his slightly loose suit, checked the suitcase he had bought at the airport duty-free shop, and after making sure that his appearance was flawless, he held his head up and stepped into the Haberg Bank.

As soon as Han Nuo entered the hall, he saw an old wall clock facing him, and the time on it was half past nine. He looked down the wall clock and saw two smiling female bank clerks standing behind a maroon desk.

Han Nuowei knew that most of Switzerland was German, so he stepped forward and confidently said in German: "I'll fetch something that is stored in the safe." ”

But then the bank clerk's answer made him a little confused. Instead of saying the usual "Was-kann-ich-für-dich-tun?" (can I help you?), he replied with a mixture of other words that at first glance sounded like German, but not quite the same as what he had learned.

Han Nuowei hesitated for a moment and asked again in French. At this time, the other party stammered even more. Han Nuowei almost didn't understand the other party's answer. In desperation, he had to repeat it again in English.

The female staff member understood, and she told Han Nuowei in thick English that he needed to fill out an application form first. After finishing speaking, she took out a form and handed it to Han Nuowei.

Fortunately, the form is in German that he can understand, Han Nuowei took a quick look, and there are not many things that need him to fill in the form, in addition to his name, passport or ID number, and contact information, there is also a safe deposit box account.

This is completely different from what Han Nuowei thought.

On the parchment scroll, there is no indication of what the account is, but Cotton only says that he will leave the token to Han Nowei, who will use it to get another thing at the Haberg Bank in Zurich, Switzerland.

"Cotton really doesn't believe in people. Han Nuowei smiled bitterly and began to think hard about the account.

The account number column on this form is a blank line, not like ordinary banks, with limited spaces, so that people can see at a glance how many accounts there are.

Han Nuowei thought for a while and asked the female clerk: "How many numbers is the safe deposit box account number of your bank? I seem to have forgotten a single digit." ”

The female staff member was still smiling: "There are fourteen, and there are sixteen." ”

"Sixteen?" Han Nuowei immediately thought of the coordinates of the shipwreck on the bottom of the sea, and with the mentality of trying it out, he wrote "1128543795265702" in the account column, and then handed it to the female staff.

The female clerk did a quick search on the computer, then shook her head. She returned the form to Han Nuowei: "Sir, please check the account number carefully." ”

"That's it. ”

"Sorry, our bank doesn't have a safe deposit box for this account. ”

Han Nuowei sighed in his heart: "Then you can give me a new form." ”

He slowly walked to the waiting area, found a seat in the back, and began to think about the number of accounts again.

Cotton couldn't have forgotten to write, he must have left out some important information. Han Nuowei began to recall from the shipwreck on the bottom of the sea, any information related to numbers.

But after thinking about it for a long time, all he could remember was the gold medal on the door of the Sponge hut. But the numbers of the five gold medals add up to a total of twenty digits, which does not match the number of digits in the account, even if the two numbers that were originally blank are removed, there are still eighteen digits.

"Fourteen or sixteen," Han Nuowei leaned back on the back ......of his seat and muttered to himself, "Where can I find these numbers?"

There are eight stone balls in the secret room of the "Eight Planets", forty pieces of purple gems on the pavilion flower, four pieces of the face of the white tiger, eight strange candles in the sand table, three sculptures in the chessboard square, and seven nested chests in the secret room of the Haipo Hut......

These fragmented and scattered information flashed alternately in Han Nuowei's mind like the Matrix of the Matrix, and he rubbed his brow irritably. There's a lot of information, but there's nothing that can be linked to a safe deposit box account.

Isn't Cotton afraid that future generations will make a mistake when they are searching for treasures and miss that piece of information forever? Han Nuowei thought with a little complaint: He was careful enough, and he thought that he had not missed any important information, otherwise how could he have found sixteen boxes and opened them smoothly?

At this time, a strange feeling flashed in Han Nuowei's mind. But the sensation appeared and left so quickly that as soon as Han Nuowei was about to catch it, it disappeared without a trace.

Han Nuowei tried to calm himself down, and he looked around the bank, where there were dark brown, black, and maroon wooden tables and chairs. Under the light of creamy yellow, it exudes a unique retro charm.

He looked up at the ceiling again, and as expected, it was also made of wood. The combination of different colored wooden strips gives it a unique look.

Another strange feeling swept through his heart, and Han Nuowei suddenly stood up.

He walked quickly behind a yellow willow desk, spread out the form, and wrote in the blank space behind the "account number": 11521024896768.

Exactly fourteen figures!

Han Nuowei returned to the female clerk who received him just now, and when the other party saw that it was him, he smiled politely: "Do you remember the account?"

Han Nuowei handed over the form.

During the time when the female staff was searching, a security guard with a baton walked past Han Nuowei, and he glanced at Han Nuowei with a distrustful look.

Han Nuowei looked down at the female clerk with an expressionless face, when he was thinking in the waiting area just now, he had already observed the entire bank hall and determined the location of the "emergency exit". He was prepared to retreat through the emergency exit if the account number was still wrong and the bank became suspicious of him and wanted to call the police. Although the Chinese police should not be wanted internationally, the bank security guard's expression still gave him a sense of crisis. He straightened his spine and tried to maintain a cold and upright demeanor.

Perhaps, is it just because his face is too ugly? Or is it because there are too few yellow people here? Han Nuowei quickly glanced around again, and he was indeed the only one with an Asian face.

However, the speed of the female staff's search was surprisingly slow. The first time he submitted the form, it took him almost no seconds to complete the search. This search has taken several minutes.

Han Nuowei glanced impatiently at the female staff's computer, but from his position, he couldn't see the computer screen at all.

The female staff noticed his impatience and smiled slightly apologetically.

After another minute or so, "Mr. Takagi, your account number is correct. Could you please wait a minute?" The stone in Han Nuowei's heart finally fell to the ground, and he finally guessed the account correctly.

He laughed in his heart: it turned out that when he opened the four intricate and exquisite wood grain boxes, Cotton had already quietly told him the account number. The number of unboxing steps in the four boxes is the account number, which explains why Cotton only nested the first four boxes with wood grain "lockboxes".

I don't know when a man with a very low hairline appeared next to the female staff.

"Hello, I'm the manager on duty, you can call me Luca. ”

The man, Luca, had a much more standard German accent, was a thin man, and had a pair of gray eyes that looked very clever. Han Nuowei calmly asked, "What's wrong?"

Lukka smiled enthusiastically, "No. There is no problem with your account, I would like to ask you to follow me to the second floor to pick up something. ”

Han Nowei followed Lukka up the spiral staircase to the second floor, where he was ushered into a classically decorated room, where Lukka asked him to wait. I don't know how long I waited, but Han Nuowei was really impatient, so he walked to the window and looked out.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Lukka walked in, carrying a metal case about the size of a laptop. Han Nuowei looked at it curiously, such a small box didn't seem to be able to hold much.

Lukka placed the box on the table on the side of the room, "This is what you want." Then he politely bowed and turned away.

Han Nuowei waited for Luca to go out before he hurried a few steps to the door. He tried to lock the door, but was disappointed to find that it was not locked.

"I still want to be wary of others, but I don't know that others are also wary of you. Han Nuowei thought to himself, and then he turned and walked to the table.

The appearance of this box is very ordinary, and it can only be seen that it is a very thick iron box. On the side of the box there is a rounded rectangular opening the size of a mineral water bottle cap, and the edges of the holes have four deep square grooves, which are small, almost about the size of a toothpick handle.

Han Nuowei lifted the box, it was not heavy, and then he turned the box over again to see if there was any switch at the bottom of the box. But he could see clearly at a glance that the back of the box was flat, and there was no switch at all.

Han Nuowei didn't give up and groped the entire box again, and even knocked lightly, but the box still lay quietly and didn't react at all.

Han Nuowei walked around the room again and again, he rummaged through the drawers of the table, checked the other furnishings, but did not find any tools that could be used to open the boxes. However, he can't just take the bank's safe deposit box and leave with a swagger.

He had no choice but to open the door.

Lukka was standing on the other side of the corridor with his hands behind his back, and when he saw Han Nuowei looking around, he walked over quickly, "Excuse me, do you need any help?"

Han Nuowei nodded: "How do you open your box?"

Luca seemed a little surprised: "Didn't you bring the key?"

Han Nuowei was speechless for a while, he couldn't answer this question, so he had to say with a straight face: "I have the key, but I can't find the lock of your safe." ”

Lukka followed Han Nowei into the room, he looked at the box, "I'm sorry, Mr. Takagi, I don't know where the lock is. ”

Han Nuowei couldn't cry or laugh: "Your safe, you don't know where it's locked?"

Luca said very seriously: "Our bank is only responsible for safekeeping, not for unpacking. ”

Han Nuowei saw that the other party really couldn't help, so he waved his hand and motioned for him to go out, and he pondered the box again.

Han Nuowei looked at the five holes on the side of the box, and suddenly felt a little familiar when he looked at it, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while. Dejectedly, he walked to the window and watched the pigeons rise and fall in the square for a moment.

Cotton set up so many puzzles, but each one gave a hint. Han Nuowei thought like this and cheered up again.

He took out the parchment scroll he had with him and read Cotton's words again to see if he had missed any information.

"Tokens. This word suddenly jumped into Han Nuowei's eyes.

He immediately stood up, put away the parchment, and pulled out the large emerald ring that Cotton had left for him. The shape of the jadeite in the center of the ring happens to be a rounded rectangle, and the shape of the four prongs of the two diamond tiger heads around it also happens to be square, and the size is the same as the opening on the chest.

Han Nuowei put on the ring excitedly, then aimed the jade at the opening on the side of the box and pressed it in.

With a click, the lid of the box slipped open.

Inside the box, there were several parchment rolls tied together.

Han Nuowei untied the rope in two clicks, and when he opened it, he saw that in addition to a text message, there were several property title deeds and a document that stunned him, as well as a wooden box the size of a lunch box.

He opened the wooden box, and inside was a blue amber as large as a lead ball.

After seeing the sixteen boxes of treasures, Han Nuowei was not surprised to see this piece of blue amber again. But there's something unusual about having Cotton leave his own safe in a safe. Thinking of this, Han Nuowei covered the wooden box and put it in the suitcase.

Then, he quickly read the message, put the title deed away, and grabbed the rest of the things in his hands.

He walked out of the room, and when Lukka saw him, he walked straight up to him and asked, "Excuse me, do you need any help?"

"Is the person in charge of your bank here?"

"Are you asking Mr. Müller?"

"I'm asking the top person in charge of your bank. ”

Lukka was a little surprised, but he quickly regained his trained demeanor: "Do you have an appointment?"

Han Nuowei said calmly: "You go and tell him that the Hannover family is visiting." ”