Tang Wen was snorting and eating hot pot noodles, and the diary, which had nothing to say, was being passed around in the hands of others. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info everyone's curiosity turned to the end, and found that they couldn't see clearly, and occasionally they couldn't understand a word. There's a whole bunch of questions: "What the hell is this?"

"Fumiko, can you really understand Japanese? Well, Xiaoyu, do you know that he understands Japanese?"

"Well, this, I seem to understand a little..."

"Ah, Tang Wen, my meat, so cunning!"

While they weren't paying attention, Tang Wen took away a third of the meat in the small pot at once, and it happened to be seen by Xiao Lin when he turned around. A few people picked up their chopsticks with a small shout, and then began to eat.

The notebook was back in Tang Wen's hand, and after he finished eating in three or two bites, he sat cross-legged on the sheets and flipped through them.

"What the hell is written in this book?" Kobayashi was very curious.

Tang Wen raised his head: "Later, you will be responsible for cleaning up the dishes, and I will avoid embarrassing telling you..."

"Yes, yes. A few people nodded, it wouldn't be a hassle to clean up anyway, and washing things couldn't be here. Wash up or something, you have to go back to the hotel.

"Actually, this is a diary of a ghost soldier!" Tang Wen patted the yellow cover, and the notebook made a few scorching sounds.

"Diary?"

"Devils?"

"When did the devil?"

Several people's concerns were different, and Zhou Xiaoyu didn't interject when he ate. Tang Wen replied with a direct explanation: "The diary of a devil in 1940." ”

"Really?"

"What's so nice about that!"

"What was written?"

"Well, that's it. There is a lot of handwriting that I can't read clearly, but I roughly know that this devil is in charge of something extraordinary. Tang Wen didn't feel that there was anything to hide, and he told everything he knew. Except that the origin of this book is said to have been discovered inadvertently while wandering around the resort.

"That's nothing, otherwise who would throw it away?" Xiao Lin was a little deflated.

Tang Wen glanced at her and shook his head: "It's hard to say, when this thing was found, it was wrapped in kraft paper, well, and there was a message on paper, saying that it was going to be given to a teacher, saying that there was a secret in it...... I happened to find out, so I studied it by the way. ”

"Oh? ”

"No, I said when did you learn Japanese?" Zhuang Si frowned with an incredulous expression.

"I studied casually in my spare time at university..."

"Huh...... I must not have learned it from some formal source. ”

"Okay, can you think of a way for me to read the words on it? If you think of it, if there is a treasure, I will give you the money..."At this point, he pretended to think for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and made a painful gesture: "I will give you five percent!"

Everyone rolled their eyes and scolded him for slamming the door......

After eating with laughter, pack up your things. Get in the car and rush to the next place. On the way, they chatted about whether there was anything special recorded in this book, saying that those novels, film and television dramas all said that they were roasted with fire and wet, and maybe they could see other handwriting. Discuss with Tang Wen if you want to go back and give it a try...

Everyone was talking, and the building quickly deviated.

Xiao Lin clapped his hands and said, "Do you remember a story?" Did you say that Comrade Lenin wrote letters when he was in prison?"

Several people thought about it together, and Zhou Xiaoyu quickly reacted: "It seems to be a story in a textbook, right?"

"Did you find a problem inside?"

"Oh, what's the problem? He's still in prison and can still write..."

"No!" Xiao Lin's eyes lit up: "It's that he still has milk to drink in prison! And if he can't finish drinking, he can write a letter......

"Uh, what a good treatment in prison!"

Now what they discussed was completely off. Started talking about a lot of illogical things. Wishful speculation about whether the prince would kiss Sleeping Beauty if she wasn't a beauty...... If Cinderella is an ugly bastard......

Before getting out of the car, they came to a conclusion. Sure enough, this is the era of looking at faces. As for how to read those vague words, there is still no way.

When we were eating together in the evening, looking at a plate of local red-skinned eggs on the table, Zhuang Si suddenly remembered something, put down his chopsticks and said, "Wenzi, do you remember that there was a movie called Murder on the Orient Express?"

"Well, Agatha writes novels. "Tang Wen is a little strange.

Zhuang Si was very excited: "I remember that there was a clue in it that was burned from a piece of paper at the scene of death, which was still relatively intact, and then he used two pieces of barbed wire to hold it and burned it again. You'll be able to see the handwriting on it......"

"You mean burn the book, page by page?"

"Hmm!"

Tang Wen looked at the notebook with more than 30 pages in his hand and felt that he could at least give it a try.

At night, in the hotel room, on the table, Tang Wen tore up the notebook page by page.

"Why don't you try it first?"

Zhuang Si came back from outside with two thin steel wire nets in his hands, which were originally used for barbecue in the wild.

"It's easier to tear it off no matter what!" he said, lighting the candle. Tear off half of the paper and add between the two nets. Place it vertically under the candle and burn it from the bottom up.

The notebook's paper burned for the first time and saw nothing, just a sheet of paper turning to a sheet of dust. Fortunately, the ash didn't disperse too much.

Tang Wenming confessed that this was not fully burned, and suddenly his heart moved, and he felt that Tibet was really suitable for doing this thing, the air was thin, the oxygen was insufficient, and the combustion would not be too much.

The paper that is not completely burned still has a bit of cohesion on the surface, and even if it is broken, it will not be too scattered.

After a while, wait for the paper ash to cool down. At this time, there is a clear difference between the place where there is handwriting, the blank space and the place that is stained by ink.

The characters are written in ink, and even if the water is blurred by the water, the handwriting is obviously a little thicker. Combustion is the process of carbonization of paper, and the main component of ink is stone grinding, which will be different from the color of the paper after carbonization.

"Hey, it really works, it's much clearer than it was before...... It seems that the obstructive layer of ink has been burned off..."Zhuang Si said as he looked at the paper. Several women came over.

Tang Wen tried hard to read the text, and found that there was nothing good about the things recorded on this page, but it said that several telegrams were sent, and which direction they were sent......

This method solves fifty or sixty percent of the problem, but it is inevitable that there are still places that cannot be seen clearly, and it is very uncomfortable to even guess. Tang Wen simply upgraded his Japanese from advanced to proficient. This way, a lot of sentences are easy to follow.

There were still key points that he couldn't see clearly, so he picked up the burned piece of paper again, and slowly approached the yellow flame of the candle and let the flame lick it carefully. This time there was almost no open flame, and a burning dark red curled up the already gray-black paper.

A note from left to right quickly turned into ashes that could no longer be saved, but with this dark red, the words on the note finally appeared, a dull silver in the flames, easy to distinguish.

A hint of joy flashed in Tang Wen's eyes, and he repeated it to everyone, and when everyone heard it, they all started to help. Tang Wen threw all the unimportant ones to them to burn, and picked them up and drew the underlined page. Carefully tear it out to avoid the handwriting folded well, tear into several, one by one to burn.

Soon the information on this piece of paper was interpreted by him......