Bathed in the sunlight shining in from the window, the crystal card in Zhou Li's hand refracted a faint light, and also lit up the dim cyan in Zhou Li's eyes.

In the pupils of his eyes, the cyan light burned like a flame again.

Once again, 'information gathering' begins!

This time, the object is the crystal card in his hand, collecting all the clues and traces on it, and then deducing the meaning and use method of its representation.

The long time was compressed in an instant, and the cyan flame was extinguished in the snap of his fingers, but Zhou Li suddenly leaned back in his chair, gasping tiredly.

In the flick of his fingers, most of the energy he had just recovered was taken away from this crazy thought, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little black.

Looking at the card in his hand, Zhou Li gasped in a low voice, but suddenly laughed.

There are no sockets, no electronic circuits and no networks, and there is no structure inside that can store codes, so it can be concluded that it is not an accessory to any digital device.

The structure is fragile, capable of withstanding no more than ten kilograms, it can be determined that it is not used as a weapon.

There is no handwriting or graphics, so it can be said that there is no leftover information.

If so, how do you use it?

With a hint of a smile, Zhou Li gently flipped the card in his hand under the sun, slowly changing the angle, until finally, the sunlight shone into the card from obliquely, and the refracted scattered light converged at this moment......

This is it!

Inside, the structure of the crystals has been altered, forming a strange pattern that conforms to another pattern.

When the sunlight shines at a certain angle, the light that hits the card is refracted by the adjusted crystal, and the scene that exists can be projected.

Just like now, the sunlight shines through the cards, slowly converging with Zhou Li's palms, and finally leaving a complete pattern on the ceiling.

In the projection of the ceiling, the most striking thing is the skeletal hand projected by the light.

The withered hand bones clenched a scale, the meaning of which was unclear, reminding Zhou Li of Anubis, the mythical Egyptian wolf-headed god of death......

But the following handwriting subverted the conjecture in his heart.

Underneath the scales, in simplified Chinese, is written a strange slogan: 'For what you need, think what you want' - 'Ghost'.

And just below the slogan, there's just a strange code, and a simple font - 'Lu'!

"Sure enough." Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

Finally, the eye falls on the bottom right corner of the projection, the last number in the projection.

At the first moment he saw it, Zhou Li's first reaction was: That seems to be the number of a string of transoceanic calls?

Subconsciously, Zhou Li took out his mobile phone and wanted to dial it out, but when the number was entered, he hesitated.

What happens if you hit it?

Who's on the other end of the phone? Murderer? Or someone else?

He didn't know anything, and what would come of rash contact without knowing anything?

Soon, he laughed to himself.

This was the only clue, could he really watch it break off from here because of his cowardice?

Maybe it's better to decide whether to contact after research, but do you have that time?

"What are you hesitating about, idiot."

He laughed self-deprecatingly, his fingers lightly pressed on the keyboard, and the number was broadcast.

The busy sound was slowly ringing, and Zhou Li could almost imagine the scene of the telegraph running wildly along the cable in the depths of the earth.

Travel across mountains and oceans, fly to unknown places, and then connect the signals the moment you reach them!

So, the phone was connected, and a gentle and serious female electronic voice rang: "Hello, please enter your ID code." ”

Hearing the words from the other side, Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his head and looked at the projection on the ceiling.

In front of the word 'Lu', there is a strange string of numbers, is that one?

He hesitated and typed the code into his phone.

At the moment when the number was entered, a crisp sound of 'ding' sounded on the phone, which made Zhou Li show a happy look of 'sure enough'.

Soon, his stunned voice sounded: "The number acceptance is complete, please enter the 8-digit password." ”

"Password?" Zhou Li rubbed his temples with a headache.

He doesn't have this thing, he hasn't heard of it at all, does he have to rely on Meng?

With a hint of luck, he typed the number of the year, month and day on the keyboard.

If you're a parent, it's probably possible to set the password to your daughter's birthday, right?

This time, an electronic tone representing 'error' sounded: "The password is incorrect, please enter it again, and enter it twice the remaining times." ”

In an instant, Zhou Li's fingers trembled: There is still a limit to the number of times this thing can be used?!

If he enters the wrong password, what will happen to the result, he doesn't want to know at all, anyway, if he enters the wrong password, there is absolutely no gift package.

So he was silent for a moment, and entered a date again in the electronic urging timer.

He remembered that his aunt had said that the birthday of the weak water was actually three days earlier than the one on the household registration, and it was written incorrectly when declaring.

If the original date is used, then the original password error is also a normal reaction.

However, then a warning sounded: "The password is wrong, please enter it again, the remaining number of entries is 1, your account will be permanently frozen after this error, please think carefully about ......"

In the warning of the electronic sound, Zhou Li raised his head blankly, knowing that he only remembered at this time.

If this account was already in place before Weak Water was born...... Then what you did just now was a completely wrong choice!

This time, only one last chance remained.

"No operation response for half a minute, start the countdown to account cancellation: 10, 9, 8 ......"

In the cold voice, Zhou Li was silent, and with the determination to almost gamble, he entered a number again - 19950211!

This is not Lu Qianshui's birthday, but the date when his uncle and aunt first met in Moscow.

Aunt is a person who likes romance and likes to reminisce about the past before the juniors, even Zhou Li has heard several times about the first time his uncle and aunt met.

It is said that at that time, my uncle was distracted by thinking about a problem, and he rolled down the stairs with a rare kick and smashed it at the feet of his aunt, who was passing by at the time.

This was the only two falls between the uncle's adulthood and his death.

For the first time, the two met, met, and got to know each other, and then spent nearly 19 years respecting each other.

And the cruelest thing about this 'coincidence' is that the second 'fall' took everything away from their hands, so that they held each other's hands until the end and died under the cold cliff.

……

Unwilling to recall the cruel memories again, Zhou Li closed his eyes and listened to the final judgment on the other end of the phone.

Is it right or wrong? Does Heaven want his recourse to end?

After a moment's pause, a response voice rang on the phone: "The password is correct, the system is being connected, please wait a ......"

"Welcome back, Mr. Lu." In the pleasant background of the piano, an electronic voice without any emotion says: "You are being transferred to a human service." ”

"Hoo ......"

Zhou Li breathed a sigh of relief, and fell on the back of the chair again, realizing that the cold sweat had soaked his back.

In fear, Zhou Li couldn't help but smile happily.

This time, I won the bet.

Moreover, he obtained not only the password, but also another hidden clue - the uncle really had this account after the two got acquainted!

didn't give him much time to think, and soon the middle-aged deep voice sounded: "Hello, this is the Tianping Branch of 'Ghost' to serve you, and yours is Lu ...... from the Foundation Lu Feitie?!

Whispering the name incredibly, the middle-aged man's voice quickly turned cold: "No, Lu Feitie is dead, who are you?" ”

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I forgot the previous chapter.,I can't refresh it after the modification.,Thank you again.。

Thanks to Hudsonde and H2 Pencil for their tips~