"Entering your girlfriend's house isn't considered trespassing, right?"

Standing at the door of 3308 with the key, Ji Yiming hesitated for a while. I always feel that even if it is not illegal, this kind of behavior of entering without the consent of the owner is not a gentleman's doing. And just when he was unable to make a decision, a conversation from that night at the Ace International Hotel a few days ago suddenly came to his mind.

"Hmm...... Hmm...... Don't turn on the lights, I can see you. The next class will talk about the Eastern Han Dynasty inscriptions, do you remember...... Preview. ”

"Hmm, okay...... Good. ”

In the lingering panting, rapid breathing and * that night, he only listened to it and turned his head and forgot about it, but at this moment, looking at the black seal font on the ground, Jiang Zhiyou's abrupt words instantly flashed back from his memory.

So......

Is it a hint?

Recalling that Jiang Zhiyou was always shrouded in fog during the relationship, Ji Yiming felt more and more that the whole thing was full of weird flavor, and it seemed that even the relationship between the two was not so simple.

Ji Yiming exhaled softly and opened the door directly with the key.

The situation in the room soon made him stunned again: rough room?

Normal single apartments are basically delivered to the owners after the real estate developer decorates them uniformly, and this Wanda's real estate is the main fine decoration brand, which is said to be as high as more than 3,000 square meters.

There are people who can renovate the house to their liking, but the whole apartment is completely rough from the floor tiles and walls to the bathroom next to it, and it is rare to see that even the water and electricity pipes have not been treated at a glance.

According to Zhu Qianqian's cousin, Jiang Zhiyou has always lived here.

"It's another difficult puzzle to solve. Ji Yiming rubbed his eyebrows, and his gaze stopped in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window at the top of the room.

Alone there was a dark purple wooden box.

Almost the moment he picked it up, Ji Yiming had already determined that this box must be something that Jiang Zhiyou had specially left for himself.

——In a "casual" conversation between the two, Jiang Zhiyou once mentioned this precious wood.

The tentacles are slightly cool, and the surface has scar lines like ghost eyes, which is actually made of the whole piece of the best sea yellow and purple avocado.

For this box alone, the market price should be in the mid-five digits.

Ji Yiming opened the wooden box with mixed feelings, and inside was a piece of pure white ancient jade and an ordinary sticky note paper. He didn't bother with the jade first, and picked up the note directly, on which was a small seal font written by Jiang Zhiyou: Thank you.

There are also two strings of numbers at the bottom: 314277/211458

"What the hell do you want to thank me, and what does that number mean?"

A few days after the disappearance, he found his girlfriend for the first time and left a "clue", but the whole thing became more and more confusing.

Although Ji Yiming has protested several times since the two dated, Jiang Zhiyou has always insisted on paying all the dating fees. Even on the night they handed over "one blood" to each other a few days ago, the opening money of the Ace International Hotel was paid by the latter.

If one party has to say "thank you" in this relationship, it can only be Ji Yiming, who is lucky enough to be favored by the goddess. So what is she thanking herself? What do these two headless numbers mean?

By the way, there is also a piece of jade.

This is a typical "Han Badao" style of jade cicada, with simple and smooth lines and abstract and powerful shapes.

More specifically, it should be the relatively rare "cicada", the so-called jade plug nine orifices, containing the meaning of hope for the dead cicadas to be reborn - commonly found in the mouths of unearthed ancient corpses.

But seeing that there is no black and red soil on his body, it should not be a "raw pit" that has entered the soil.

Ji Yiming rubbed his fingertips a few times, only to feel that the texture of this jade cicada was soft and delicate, and there were still fine "pores" on the epidermis, as if touching a piece of animal fat, and he couldn't help but feel a move in his heart: This is the legendary mutton fat white jade?

The sea yellow purple abase wooden box worth tens of thousands, the Han Dynasty mutton fat white jade that can be used as a treasure, and the 314277/211458 two unknown numbers......

"Jiang Zhiyou, who are you? What are these things trying to tell me?"

Ji Yiming put everything back into the wooden box, hesitated for a moment and didn't dare to leave such a precious thing here, so he could only stuff the entire wooden box into his schoolbag.

He had a hunch: these two strings of numbers and the Han Eight Sword Jade Cicada should be the puzzles left by Jiang Zhiyou to himself.

And once the mystery is solved, it is possible to find the whereabouts of the latter.

In the quiet and weird atmosphere, a mobile phone prompt suddenly sounded, and when I opened it, it was Luo Jing who sent a voice message: "Great god, have you found Teacher Jiang? The new associate professor has started a big class for the first time this semester, and it is said that the final exam will not be given directly if the roll call is not reached!"

That's right. A few days ago, I heard from a classmate that the department recruited an associate professor from a university in Beijing who specializes in Tang history, and the first big class was attended by school leaders and exchange scholars from other schools, so you must not be late.

He quickly put away his chaotic thoughts, hurriedly locked the door, put the key back under the carpet, and hurried in the direction of the school.

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According to the course notice sheet, this Tang history class is in the multi-purpose hall of the comprehensive building, at 2:15 p.m.

Ji Yiming hurriedly walked into the classroom before he was late, and the multi-purpose hall that could accommodate more than 70 people was almost full at this time, which was extremely rare for the history department of Hanzhong University, which has always been sparsely populated.

Fortunately, there was still an empty seat in the middle of the second row, and Ji Yiming took out the Tang history textbook from his schoolbag while squeezing it in from the aisle, and accidentally exposed most of the sea yellow and purple avocado wooden box.

The elegant-looking middle-aged associate professor on the podium sorted out the courseware in his hand, and the corner of his eye swept over the wooden box.

Ji Yiming didn't notice this scene, and after sitting down, he nodded apologetically to the classmates on the left and right: "I'm sorry to be late, squeeze it." ”

The classmate on the left is about a boy from the next class, and he is not even a familiar person. And the one on the right, although he is also a student in other classes, is a well-known handsome guy in the entire Hanzhong University: Ying Xingtian.

This guy has the same surname as the first emperor in history, and his name is as unique as a character in a novel, and he has a face that makes women envious: his eyes are like stars, his sword eyebrows are in his sideburns, and his facial features are as handsome as knives and axes.

In the first three years of college, he almost collected all the love letters of girls in various departments, but there were no scandals. It was only for ten days and a half that the dragon disappeared without seeing the end of the dragon, but the school never took any punishment against him...... Many subjects are even exempted from exams – and it is said that the family background is terrifying.

Ying Xingtian is a well-deserved number one topic in this school, and recently the limelight has been suppressed by Ji Yiming, who chased Goddess Jiang.

Listening to the whispers coming from the back of the multi-purpose hall, I knew that the students of several classes were discussing this matter again.

The two looked at each other, and Ying Xingtian, who had always been cold-faced, actually took the initiative to ask, "Did you find it?"

Ji Yiming didn't expect that even this person had heard the gossip about Jiang Zhiyou's disappearance, so he only smiled bitterly when he heard this, and shook his head silently. Ying Xingtian didn't ask any more questions, and the new associate professor on the podium just cleared his throat and officially started the class.

"I'm Daoyan, and it doesn't matter if you call me Professor or Teacher Ji. ”

He picked up a pen and wrote his name on the blackboard, and then crossed out two words under the word "I'm a surname, so let's say a few more words before class." ”

"The surname Ji is inherited from more than 4,000 years ago, Kun is Yao's Chongbo, Yao gives the surname of Cang, and Kun has a son who is familiar to all China - 'Dayu'. To put it simply, I am a descendant of Dayu. This professor has a charm in his words, and it is not boring to talk about these contents: "At the same time, the surname Ji is also one of the eight surnames of ancient legends, and there are ...... surnames as old as it."

Ji Daoyan wrote eight surnames on the blackboard with a beautiful handwriting: Ji, Jiang, Ji, Ying, Fei, Fei, Yao, and Pregnancy: "These surnames have been passed down to the present day, and they have almost experienced the entire recorded history of China, and it is not easy to inherit. If you have friends with one of the eight surnames, please take good care of them and introduce them to their other half. ”

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and then most of the people turned their eyes to Ji Yiming and Ying Xingtian in the second row.

On the stage, Ji Daoyan also laughed, and flipped through the roster in his hand: "I noticed when I was preparing for class that there is also a head of the eight surnames in our department, and the legend is that the oldest and most noble surname in China is 'Ji', the real direct descendant of the Yellow Emperor." Is Ji Yiming there, stand up and let the teacher know. ”

Ji Yiming, who was named by name, got up helplessly: "Hello, teacher." ”

"You're good. Ji Daoyan looked at him with interest for a while, and said, "The surname Ji is not inherited much now, but there should still be a genealogy circulating, I don't know how many generations Ji Yiming is?"

"The two hundred and fifty-sixth generation. ”

"Yes, genealogy is a treasure of our Chinese civilization, and it must be passed down well. Ji Daoyan motioned for Ji Yiming to sit down, and then officially started the first lesson of Tang history.

The associate professor recruited from a university in Beijing does have a few brushes, and he has told the history of the founding of the Tang Dynasty in a simple and interesting way, interspersed with many latest archaeological discoveries and incisive personal opinions, and there was a lot of laughter and interaction throughout the class. In particular, Ji Yiming seemed to be paid special attention by him, and he answered questions several times by name.

It's just that for some reason, Ying Xingtian, who also belongs to one of the eight surnames, has never been pointed out by Professor Ji, and there is not even a single eye contact between the two of them - the latter is always Fu Shenyou's external expression, and only occasionally takes up a pen in his notebook to make some notes. Ji Yiming couldn't see what it was, but he felt that it should have nothing to do with Tang History.

, who was named the school grass, has no less mystery than Jiang Zhiyou.

Ji Yiming temporarily left his missing girlfriend and the clues he just got behind, listened carefully to the lecture and took notes - not only because the new professor's lecture was quite interesting, but he himself was also a "calm in every big event".

The closer I get to the truth, the calmer and calmer I become.

Compared with the previous two days, he found at least the wooden box and the note and jade cicada inside, and he was half a step closer to unlocking the secret.

The 90 minutes of a large class passed quickly, and the students of the history department were as if they were listening to the commentary, and many people gathered around the podium to ask Professor Ji questions after the class.

Ji Daoyan did not refuse, and answered every question quite affinity, but his eyes swept towards Ji Yiming from time to time.

Unfortunately, the latter was worried about something, and quickly packed up his things and left the classroom.

And at the moment when he walked out of the gate of the complex building, two men who didn't look like school personnel quietly followed, one after the other.