When each mystery is a tore scrap of paper and sprinkled on the ground, and the answer after the mystery makes me return to this place full of nightmares.

Remnant Sun Villa.

Zhu Qian's role, I have never been able to play.

Pushing open the dilapidated door, there were several figures in the purpose, and then disappeared in my mind again.

The golden Buddha statue of Wugui Pagoda is also difficult to drive away the hesitation in my heart, and Zhu Qian is still by my side as always.

"Let's split up and look for it. Zhu Qian said with a smile.

I looked at her with a lost soul and nodded a few times, but I couldn't lift my spirits.

The hunter's plan was to hide the waves at the bottom of the sea, and I became the scum and suspect of society, looking at the old alleys, and slowly standing up.

Maybe only the dust on the soles of the feet knows the real culprit behind the scenes, but the dust can only be stepped on the soles of the feet.

Regained her mood and took a deep breath, while Zhu Qian lay on the ground and looked at it in a daze.

It is unknown whether Xu Longhuai is related to the hunter program. And the secret of Fengyi Pavilion is no longer a secret.

I looked at the old bookshelves, looking for clues, and saw an old book at the bottom of the shelf.

When I opened it, it was still a fragment, only half a book.

Looking at the watermark on the title page of the book, it is the water plating technology of the thirties of the last century, and you can also see the date of publication.

"The Rose of Versailles. "Looking at the name on the page, after reading a few lines, I knew that this was a Central European vulgar novel.

Although I am a third-rate Chinese department, I can be quite accomplished in reading materials.

This "Rose of Versailles" was written by Marguerite Casey, and its influence in Central Europe was no less than that of "Gold" in the middle of the Ming Dynasty.

In any period, the popular novel has its influence and collection, and it is not surprising to find this Versailles rose in the Villa of the Remnant Sun.

The most surprising thing is that the back half of the book was torn off.

After reading a few pages carefully, the writing is bland, but there is nothing surprising. And in the half-volume fragment, there is also a yellowed sticky note.

There are a few lines of words, and they are circled with a pen.

"When slave owners invented patriotism, it was to prevent slaves from escaping from prison. "I looked at the lines that were drawn out, and I guessed that the readers at that time would have felt it.

And looking at the pen print between the lines, it looks like modern ink.

"Come and see. Zhu Qian shouted.

I hurriedly put away the Versailles roses and put them in my pocket on the side, only to see Zhu Qian holding an old photo in her hand.

"Group photo. I said, looking at the picture in her hand.

After a few glances at the photos, most of them were people in their twenties, and only a few were middle-aged people in their forties.

The abrupt graduation photo made me recognize a person.

"This is a graduation photo of Southwest Associated University. I asked.

"Look at this one again. Zhu Qian said and took out another photo.

The dim photograph is yellowed and the figure is not visible, but the eyes of the person can be seen vaguely.

"Lu Wenya. I screamed.

I saw that on the back of the photo, there was still a line of words, the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.

But with Lu Wenya's age, it is consistent with this photo, but he fell into a dilemma again.

I took out the Versailles rose again, and I always felt that the half of the book that was torn off at the back was inextricably related to someone in the photo.

"There's one more person, all in this picture. I said, taking one look.

"Who... Zhu Qian watched it for a long time.

"Jiang Menglin. I said, looking at the man sitting in the middle.

Jiang Menglin, who was the president of Peking University at the time, had indelible traces in the Southwest Associated University, although he was only eight years old, but in the 37-year history of the Republic of China, he was the most intense.

"This is the graduation photo of the last issue. I said.

In 1942, it was also the most dangerous time for the Chinese people, and Jiang Menglin finally died on the other side of the strait, and he was also a legend.

Lu Wenya was a student at Southwest Associated University. I guessed.

Zhu Qian looked at the book I was holding in my arms, and turned a few pages at random, so she stopped reading it.

"It's weird, it's weird. "A bad feeling rose in my heart.

Zhu Qian seemed to remember something, brought a high stool, stood in front of the old wooden cabinet, and took out a gift box.

In that gift box, there was a photo on display, which was a middle-aged photo with gray temples, and it was a posthumous portrait.

"Who is this man? I asked.

"Zhu Yuesheng, my great-grandfather. Zhu Qian said.

I heard this name, but it was a little familiar, looking at the portrait of Zhu Qian's great-grandfather, wearing a robe and coat of the Republic of China, it was very gentle.

He was a graduate of the last class of Southwest Associated University. Zhu Qian said, taking out Zhu Yuesheng's last photo.

After seeing Zhu Yuesheng's posthumous photo, there was also a line of words, the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.

"Let's go, go to Jianxi. Zhu Qian said, there must have been eyebrows in her heart.

Jianxi is in the north of Tingyang, and there is also a "cloth garden", which is regarded as a historic site.

According to legend, Buyiting was the place where a generation of Xiangshi Dongfang Shuo temporarily lived, and was later used to commemorate the Han people in the world.

"What time of day is today? Zhu Qian asked.

I thought to myself and said, "Qingming." ”

I saw that there were many people in the cloth court to pay tribute to the ancestors, and the stone statues of Dongfang Shuo in the courtyard were all taken as memorials.

Zhu Qian kept walking forward, looking at the ground absentmindedly, and not far away was Tingyang's famous mountain, Beishan.

"Where are we going? I looked at Zhu Qian, and her face was full of fine sweat.

"Grass Ooin. Zhu Qian said, looking at the grass courtyard on the north mountain.

At the gate of Caowu Courtyard, there is a black stone wall, Zhu Qian looked at a few lines of words on the stone wall, and saw a line of words written under the stone wall, Cheng Yi left a pen.

The person named "Chengyi" had never heard of it in Tingyang, but Zhu Qian looked at those two words, but she was stunned and didn't speak.

"My great-grandfather's name is Yuesheng, and the word is meaningful. Zhu Qian said.

For a while, the electric light in my mind suddenly remembered the name of Zhu Yuesheng, a big celebrity in Tingyang.

During the Anti-Japanese War in the last century, Zhu Yuesheng's name resounded in Tingyang.

According to legend, Cixi was driven out of Beijing by the Eight-Nation Alliance, and when she took refuge in Tingyang, she lived in Caowuyuan. However, Zhu Yuesheng was probably still a child at that time.

I went to buy two tickets and was about to go in with Zhu Qian, but Zhu Qian lowered her head and went down to Beishan.

"There's an eyebrow. I asked.

Zhu Qian glanced at me and said, "Let's go, go to the old site of the Southwest Associated University." ”

I hadn't come back yet, and I stepped on the train to Kunming again, but we didn't know how many pairs of eyes were watching us from behind.

I was stuck on the hard seat, slept a few times, woke up a few times, and looked at Zhu Qian looking out the window.

When I was bored, I took out the "Rose of Versailles" in my pocket.

"You say, why didn't the person who tore up this half of the book take the book and leave the half of it. I muttered to myself.

Zhu Qian blinked her eyes and immediately pulled me to get off the train at a small station called "Shiting".

"Back to the Remnant Sun Villa. ”

Back and forth, we stood in the Remnant Sun Villa again, but Zhu Qian's face was gloomy and terrible...