"Director Jiang, you'd better talk to the leaders of our bureau about this matter first." When Zeng Shiyin answered the phone, he was busy trying the case.

"I know this, don't worry, I called you to prepare in advance."

"Director Jiang, did you find any clues about this Rozan?"

"yes, let's talk about it later!" After Jiang Yingnian finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

This time, Jiang Yingnian took someone with him, that is, Gao Taiming, who had participated in the Onishi Treasure Mission.

Before Jiang Yingnian left, he also made a call to Tang Yi. Meng Xiantao sent the remnants of wild history to the collection office, which was Tang Yi's idea, and Jiang Yingnian naturally knew it. Tang Yi already knew a lot about this matter, and Jiang Yingnian still wanted to borrow it.

When Tang Yi received the call, he was watching the master unveil the frame. However, when he heard that Jiang Yingnian was coming, he was not too surprised, because Zeng Shiyin must have told Jiang Yingnian in detail about Bai Lao's note.

"Okay, Director Jiang, we'll get in touch when you come." hung up the phone, and at this time the master had already removed the rice paper.

The technique is clean and intact.

When the rice paper was dry, Tang Yi and Wen Jia took a closer look, and there was really a problem behind the handwriting on the back!

"I'll take a look, you're just resting." Wen Jia said to the old master with a smile.

The old master nodded, but he had already looked at the back, "The handwriting on the back of this piece is stained with ink, if you want to frame it and can't see it, I will give you a thickened material to focus on." If you want to use the original mounting, I can restore it for you. ”

In fact, the imprint that Tang Yi saw was the ink that the master said.

On the back of the word "selfless", there are a lot of ink dots. However, the master did not look closely, and the ink was indeed very messy, although it looked like some strokes, but there was no pattern.

Because of this, you can't see it from the front, but you can still see it from the back to the light.

Zhang Lu didn't think much about it, and said "It's a pity". It just so happened that the master heard that he had a new batch of good materials for red sandalwood, and wanted to find him to customize high-end scrolls and calligraphy and painting boxes, and the two went to the reception room of the studio to discuss business.

In the operation room of the studio, only Tang Yi and Wen Jia remained.

Tang Yi looked at it carefully for a while, "It's definitely not as simple as ink, so many ink, and each one of them is suspected of being a stroke, there must be a problem." ”

Wen Jia thought for a while, "Simply, let's take the rice paper off as it is, forget it, it's not practical to stay here." ”

Tang Yi said, "It's very inconvenient to look at it this way, and it's not clear." After speaking, he saw that there were brushes and rice paper on the operating table, so he directly picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and rewrote these stroke-like inkblots on a piece of rice paper in the original order.

After the incident, Wen Jia originally wanted to pay the money, but was stopped by Zhang Lu, "We are just about to talk about business, just count it together." ”

The old master also waved his hand on the side, "It's all an old relationship, even if I help!" "Actually, he has already made this small account clear, he wants to make a lot of things from Zhang Lu this time, all of which are expensive red sandalwood, because of this matter, if Zhang Lu gives him a little more discount, he will still earn it.

Zhang Lu wanted to talk about business, so Tang Yi asked him to continue talking, and he didn't let him send it, so he took a taxi with Wenjia and went back to the hotel.

When he arrived at Wen Jia's room, Tang Yi spread out the rice paper on the table, lit a cigarette, and stared at it.

"These are like strokes, could it be that you can make up words?"

"That's what I thought, too, there aren't many of these strokes, let's put a little effort into it." Tang Yi responded.

"How do you spell?"

"In the order of the strokes of 'selflessness', try them one by one."

As a result, the two of them fought like this, and the smoothness was beyond imagination, although they also went through repeated patchwork adjustments, but after half an hour, they still spelled out five words:

Thousands of fishermen are wiped out.

The two looked at these five words, and they were puzzled.

"What does that mean?" Wen Jia scratched her head, "Bullshit! ”

Tang Yi thought the same way, but he didn't speak for a while, and he was still thinking.

"At first glance it looks like a poem, but it doesn't make sense. This man also took great pains to put so many strokes on the back! Wen Jia paced back and forth, "How could this be a clue about the baby!" ”

"A poem?" Tang Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, picked up the pen and a piece of paper on the table, and began to write.

He wrote a five-character quatrain.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, lonely boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

"You see, there are four sentences horizontally and five columns vertically! This 'Thousand Fishermen River Annihilation' is composed of one word from each of the five columns! Tang Yi pointed to the poem on the piece of paper and said.

"Huh?" Wen Jia looked at it, it was indeed the case.

But after watching it for a while, Wen Jia still scratched her head, "Even if this is the case, this poem is known to women and children, and you can't see anything if you mix words casually!" ”

Tang Yi took the pen and continued to draw five circles on the paper, and around each circle, according to the top, bottom, left and right, wrote four words in each column.

"Four words per group, a total of five groups, that is, five combinations!" Tang Yi said, and a large square was drawn outside this circle.

At this time, Wen Jia suddenly realized: "Combination lock!" ”

"Well, it's a lot like an ancient text combination lock, I've seen one. However, the combination lock is three live rings, each of which is engraved with three words, and the results of permutations and combinations are relatively small, and the confidentiality is not high. Tang Yi responded, "If this is the password of the combination lock, then it should be five live rings, and each live ring has four words on it." ”

In ancient times, this kind of combination lock was mostly made of copper, in fact, it is the same as the current digital combination lock, but the number has become a text. However, many of the more elaborate text combination locks in ancient times were often equipped with self-destruct devices if they were started incorrectly for many times in a row.

"In a word, he hid the password of the combination lock, that is to say, what this combination lock locks must be something very important, and it is very likely to be He's Bi!" Wen Jia said, "However, it still doesn't seem to be of much use to us, because we don't even know where this combination lock is and what it is." ”

Tang Yi tapped the table twice with a pen, "At least we can infer that this Luo Zan is indeed hiding something." What he hid was a very important thing related to it, if not He's bi. ”

Wen Jia thought about it again, "If this painting is really taken by Rozan's son, it means that he didn't even sue his son!" It is even possible that he didn't have time to say, for example, he died very suddenly, and after he died, his son packed up his things, found this, and fell away. ”