Zhang Meng returned to his room like a walking corpse, and he didn't even know when he walked into his father's study. I remember when he was a child, he loved to listen to his father's stories in the study, and in his impression, his father was a very cultivated man, no matter how naughty he was, at most he would laugh and scold a few words.

Seeing the white paper in front of the desk, Zhang Meng suddenly remembered something, and casually picked up a ballpoint pen, on which he quickly drew some messy number symbols. His memory is amazing, and when he read his father's suicide note just now, he had quietly memorized these number symbols just in case.

What does it mean for my father to leave these numbers? Do you want to tell yourself something? If this is really the case, I am afraid that my father's death has another hidden meaning, and he only wants to tell himself, and he doesn't want a third party to know! The more Zhang Meng thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, so he cleaned up his depressed mood at the moment, stood in front of the table and began to compare those messy numbers.

These numbers are not my birthday, nor my father's, nor a few uncles', but I compared the possible codes for a long time, but they were eliminated one by one.

Zhang Meng sat on the chair a little dejected, picked up a magazine casually, and looked like he couldn't even decipher the password given to him by his father, how to find his father, thinking of this, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the corner of Zhang Meng's eyes skimmed the page number in the corner of the magazine, and a spiritual light lit up in his mind, could these numbers be the page numbers of the book? Zhang Meng thinks that this is very likely, one is that his father usually likes to read books very much, and often smiles and praises himself for never forgetting it, and he can memorize every book after reading it several times.

Zhang Meng stood in front of his father's bookshelf and turned all the possible books out of the cabinet, translating them one by one. No, it's not this one, it's not this one! Zhang Shaoye's collection of books is very extensive, there are four or five hundred books on one shelf, and if they are translated one by one, they will not be finished in a month or two.

By the way, which book does my father usually read? Zhang Meng racked his brains and tried to think, and at this moment, a book under his feet caught his attention, could it be this one?

This is a Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale, and Zhang Meng's favorite thing to do when she was a child was to listen to her father's stories before going to bed. At first, telling those ghost stories of inverted fights scared Zhang Meng enough, and later changed it to a more cute Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale.

Page 32, word 52; Page 82, word 73......

Zhang Meng listed the words one by one and wrote them on a blank piece of paper.

Wen...... Knife...... Ten...... One...... Great...... Bow......

This isn't either, so what kind of book is it? Or is my deciphering method simply not right?

Could it be a word split?

Zhang Meng leaned on the table and looked at it again, Wendao, this is a Liu character, but the latter one is troublesome, it can be a 'soil', it can also be a 'dry', or it may be a 'ten' word without combination.

If ordinary people slowly split up like this, it may feel boring, but Zhang Meng is a very persevering person, especially this kind of clue involving the cause of his father's death, he is not in a hurry at all, and he is there to eliminate the analogy one by one.

For a full day, Zhang Meng stayed until late at night, he still didn't fall asleep, and he checked out the possible combinations of fonts one by one.

The last four words should be combined, and he has eliminated all the combinations of the first three words, and now there is only one last possibility, that is, the four words are combined.

This is not right, these four words can't be a word anyway!

No, there was a symbol here at that time, Zhang Meng's eyes suddenly fell between 'Hong' and 'bow', he only wrote down the number, but forgot to mark a symbol, this is a symbol like '-'.

If this is minus, then this word is an apostrophe!

A 'soil' plus a horizontal ditch, the word 'go'! Zhang Meng shouted: Liu go, Guangchuan Wang Liu go!

Liu Qu, the king of Guangchuan, is the royal family of the Han Dynasty, and is also a famous tomb robber king in history, collected all kinds of tomb information, can steal immediately steal, can not steal will also do a good job of location marking, and later because of the crime of dismembering the concubine was reported, only to be removed from the throne, exiled to the Shangyong area, committed suicide on the way.

It is recorded in history that Liu Qu did not know how many graves he had dug in his life, and the information he collected was piled up, if his father wanted to find a way to crack the 'Three Yin Ghost Veins', it was really possible to patronize the tomb of this senior.

Thinking of the content of the letter and the expressions of the three uncles, Zhang Meng just thought with his ass, and knew that there must have been a secret back then.

One mystery after another hit Zhang Meng's mind, he was not the kind of person who could calm down, at this moment, his heart was like a dozen cats tickling there, and he couldn't wait to fly to the mainland with wings immediately to see what was going on with his father.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, Zhang Meng quickly crumpled the paper into a ball and kicked it under the bed, and then ran to open the door.

Outside the door, Zhao San was holding hot porridge, looking at him with a somewhat complicated look, and said softly: "Ah Meng, you have to understand the hardships of several uncles, some things are not necessarily said to be good for you, and you are also an adult." ”

Zhang Meng unlocked his father's password at this time, and suddenly had a goal, he snatched the gruel in Zhao San's hand, and ate it.

"Third uncle, come, I'm in a bad mood tonight, have a drink with me!"

Zhang Meng rubbed his eyes a few times, looking red, and then walked over with a bottle of white wine.

A trace of vigilance flashed in Zhao San's eyes, he naturally knew how exciting this ghost boy was, and said at the moment: "Do you want to get the third master and me drunk and do bad things again?" I'm telling you, the dock and airport have our Zhang family's eyeliner, and when you just step on the front foot, the back foot will be pulled back! ”

Zhang Meng smiled slightly: "How can I pit anyone, I can't pit the third uncle, aren't you?" I want to open it now, I don't do anything, I just eat and drink and hug the girl and wait for death, didn't the uncle say that I have a ghost vein? Now I'll be a monk for a day and hit the clock for a day, you can drink or not! ”

Zhang Meng was blinded and pulled the ghost, coupled with his pitiful eyes, he also had a bit of true temperament when he said it, and Zhao San sighed for a while.

Zhao San took a glass of wine and said, "Your father is also a good man, we will toast him today, and then go to the sky to pour the Jade Emperor's bucket!" ”

The two of them ate and drank at the same time, and they didn't know when they fell asleep.

In his sleep, Zhao San turned over, stretched out his hand and touched it subconsciously, but found that there was no one next to him at all, he was shocked, he had been awake for seven or eight minutes, and searched the house in a hurry, but found that Zhang Meng was missing.

Zhao San picked up the phone a little tremblingly, his hands trembled badly, and it took several times in a row to connect, Zhang Shaohong repeatedly emphasized that he was optimistic about Zhang Meng, but he didn't expect that within a few hours, he was slipped away by this ghost boy!

"Dare to play your third master, when I catch you back, I will twist your little cock into a twist first......"