A few more polite words to her, I left, at the moment when I turned around and was about to leave the front desk, the door of the back room next to the front desk opened, and a strange waiter walked out, obviously she should be the day shift waiter, the waiter who received me last night should still be sleeping now.

When the waiter saw me, she politely said good morning, and I replied politely, and at the moment when she closed the door of the inner room, I accidentally saw a bunk bed in the crack of the door, and there were two waiters sleeping, and it was the waiter who slept on the top bunk last night, when she was sitting up from the bed and staring at me thoughtfully.

When she saw me and saw her, it was natural to lie down again. It turns out that this room is the waiter's dormitory, I understand, think about it, such a high-end apartment, at least three waiters take turns to work, in general, I am still very satisfied with the waiter's service attitude last night.

After leaving the gate of the apartment and coming to the street, I took a taxi to Nanjing University, called my mother again in the taxi, told her the new mobile phone number by the way, and hung up after a few simple chats.

After coming to Nanjing University, according to some of the details mentioned in Shen Jiaqi's prose, I easily found the classroom where she used to teach.

It's a pity that the same class of students as her have graduated and left school, I tried to come to the academic affairs office, found her former homeroom teacher, lied that she was her former primary school classmate, has lost contact for many years, only to know that she seems to have been admitted to Nanjing University, this time passing by Nanjing to see if I can see her again.

The teacher surnamed Xue sighed regretfully, told me that she disappeared half a year ago, and told me a lot about Shen Jiaqi's school days, if she didn't have classes to attend next, I guess she would be able to pull me to chat for a day, which shows that she really cares about Shen Jiaqi as a student.

Through this chat, I learned that Shen Jiaqi has a special hobby, that is, he likes Tibetan poems and text codes. Anyone who knows her has been blessed by her in this special way.

She would post an essay on a literary website on a classmate's birthday, and then send a text message late at night to remind the other person to read the essay.

At first, everyone thought she was a prank, but later they found out that if you use the time number of the moment she sent the text message, find every word in each line of the prose according to the code comparison, and connect it to a sentence dedicated to blessing the other party.

It's a bit like the way agents transmit information in spy war movies, which will surprise the person who receives the blessing every time, which is Shen Jiaqi's most unique way of blessing.

After leaving Nanjing University, I had a quick bite to eat at KFC, then hurried back to the Chenyuan apartment, turned on the computer and began to study the prose she had written.

Because all along, although every time I have to read her prose five times before writing a comment, I have an intuition every time that Shen Jiaqi's prose published every Sunday at 12 o'clock seems to have another layer of meaning in it, but unfortunately I have never found the mystery in it.

If it weren't for Teacher Xue, the homeroom teacher who saw her today, and woke up the dreamer with a word, I would have been in the dark. So I started to study her first essay three years ago.

At first I didn't get anything, staring at the screen for eight hours and reading dozens of essays without a clue. Whether I use the numbers that appear by chance in the text, or the date and time of the final signature of each essay, it doesn't make sense to follow the rules of code language to find the corresponding words. Even her birthday number I tried, but it was still not right.

Obviously I wasn't thinking the right idea, or rather, the numbers for cracking the prose. I knew that such a blind search was not the way out, and I had to find the exact crack number first.

But what exactly is that number? I had a headache and saw that it was time for dinner, so I decided to go out for a bite to eat and come back to continue my research.

When I passed the front desk again, I saw that the waitress had also gone to work last night, so I made a joke with her, saying that the horror movie on the disc she gave me last night was so good that it scared me that the power went out in the nightmare house last night.

She trembled when she thought she would laugh again, but she was uncharacteristically distracted for a few seconds, but she quickly returned to her naughty and lively tone last night and made a few jokes with me.

Even though she disguised it well, I keenly caught it, and she seemed a little surprised in the previous moment, but it quickly turned into disappointment.

Then I asked some about Shen Jiaqi's life patterns before her disappearance, and whether she had any preferences, or what her preferences were related to numbers.

Unexpectedly, when she heard me ask Shen Jiaqi about her preference for numbers, I once again caught a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and suddenly I had a trace of guess in my heart, that is, she should know something about Shen Jiaqi.

There is another point, that is, Shen Jiaqi's prose must have something hidden in it, but I can feel that this waiter seems to know it, she will not tell me openly, as if she has concerns, but she doesn't know what she is worried about.

Originally, I wanted to talk to her more, but when a guest came, I had to say goodbye to her for the time being. Before leaving, I took a special look at her badge and learned that her name was Shen Yu'er.

The moment I saw her badge clearly, I was shocked, she was actually surnamed Shen! Hey, maybe it's just a coincidence, since I know Shen Jiaqi's name, every time I see Shen Zi, I feel very kind, and I will inadvertently think of her.

After leaving the apartment, I found a Sichuan restaurant nearby, ordered a stone pot bullfrog, and asked for two bottles of beer.

After two bottles of wine, I suddenly had an epiphany, that is, Shen Jiaqi was very likely to have happened three years ago and she couldn't solve the problem, but she couldn't tell anyone clearly, so she stayed online in the form of prose every Sunday.

It seemed that she felt that her time was running out, so her prose was always extremely sad, until she noticed my existence and accepted my confession, and seemed to see hope, so that her prose style became hopeful.

So why didn't she tell me everything? Why do you want to do everything and ask me not to contact her until I actually meet her?

Or maybe she told me through the prose, but I didn't understand the mystery of the prose, so I missed the opportunity, so that she didn't expect me to come to me until the moment of her disappearance?

Thinking of this, I blamed myself very much, if it wasn't for my shyness and cowardice, I didn't dare to confess until she replied to me, but bravely confessed to her a year earlier, maybe she would have more confidence in me, and then she might have had the opportunity to tell me everything.

Of course, it is not ruled out that her every move is monitored, so she has to be very secret, maybe once the person who spies on her finds out, not only will something happen to her, but she will also affect others, so she has been waiting for the opportunity, waiting for someone who is really destined for her.

And my appearance and coming to Nanjing again, was it expected by her? If so, she would have found a way to hint at me again, but in what way would she hint at me.

Before I knew it, after almost three hours of eating, I knew it was time to go back to the apartment, so I got up, checked out, and then I walked slowly along the road to the apartment, reminiscing back and forth about everything that happened after I arrived in Nanjing.

Suddenly, I thought of a detail, that is, in all of Shen Jiaqi's essays, except for the one-eyed old man, there is no mention of anyone else in great detail, that is, this old man is likely to be a hint she deliberately left.

If someone who really cares about reading her prose will definitely be very impressed by this old man, if she comes to Nanjing and wants to inquire about her, it is very likely that she will go to this old man, then she can use the old man to convey some kind of prompt.

Could it be that the newspaper in the old man's hand was a kind of reminder that she deliberately left for me, and I came to the Chenyuan apartment because I read the old man's newspaper, so if she wants to give me another reminder, it should be in the apartment.

Maybe I was too engrossed in my thinking, and when I returned to the apartment and passed the front desk, I didn't hear anyone greet me.

It wasn't until the other party said it a few times that I reacted, and when I looked up, it turned out to be Shen Yuer, a night waiter, who was saying good night to me, and I hurriedly said good night to her in embarrassment.

Just when I turned around and walked more than ten meters, Shen Yuer shouted a joke to me from a distance seemingly very casually, she wished me not to dream about a power outage tonight, and said that even if it is a power outage in the Dust Apartment, it contains some kind of unknown fate, I hope I will cherish it.

I laughed and waved, and went back to my room. Maybe it was because the restaurant was too stuffy and sweaty, so I took a simple shower, sat down in front of the computer and began to study Shen Jiaqi's prose.

Looking at the more than 100 essays in front of me, I was anxious, and in the dark, I knew that Shen Jiaqi must have something hidden inside, but I couldn't find the number that could crack the code.

Somewhat distraught, I walked up and down the room, rubbing my chin over and over again, thinking about details that I might have overlooked.

As I walked, I accidentally saw the electric box in the corner of the living room, and thought that it was a little strange that the lights were all off last night, so I walked over and opened the electrical box to take a closer look.

This electric box is very advanced,I took a look at the instructions inside,This electric box actually still has a WIFI function,That is to say, you can use your mobile phone to remotely control this electric box。

If you go out and suddenly remember that the air conditioner is not turned off, the light is forgotten to be turned off, or the TV is not turned off, you can log in to the official website of the electrical box with your mobile phone or computer without going home, and you can turn off all the power at home.

Seeing this, I copied the remote control user name and password of the electric box marked on the electrical box, returned to the bedroom, and logged in with the computer, and found that it could be controlled remotely, which was very convenient.

I was shocked when I stumbled upon yesterday's usage log, which did show that all the power was turned off between 2:10 and 2:48 last night.

In other words, after I heard footsteps and water running in the bathroom last night, I was scared to get into the bed, and the power in the house was completely turned off.

After four minutes, my phone rang, so when I took the head-covered quilt away, it was pitch black, and then I turned off my phone and put my head under the coverer again.

By the time I stuck my head out again after two hours of recollection under the covers, the power had already returned to its original state.

Looking at the two time numbers of turning off the power and restoring the power, I recalled the joke that Shen Yuer said to me at the end before, what power outage should be cherished, maybe it also contains some kind of fate or something, I suddenly reacted, this may be the number that cracks Shen Jiaqi's prose.

Next, I used my two sets of time numbers to start deciphering the first prose, and as soon as I finished deciphering the first prose, I knew that I had succeeded, because the sentences that came out were no longer disorganized, so I worked hard until dawn and finally translated them all.

After reading the thousands of hidden words that have been deciphered, I finally understand that Shen Jiaqi has indeed quietly hidden a secret, a sensational secret, in these more than 100 essays.

It turned out that she had been kidnapped late one night three years ago, and when she woke up late at night at the kidnapper's base camp and was shocked to see a girl who looked exactly like her next to a crematorium.

Later, the girl told her the strange thing, that is, the kidnappers camp where they were at the time was a super crime syndicate.

The criminal model of this criminal group is to abduct and sell a large number of very small children throughout the country to make huge profits, and most of them are sold directly, but there are also a small number of clever little boys and girls who will be carefully cultivated from an early age.

When these children are sensible, they will brainwash the children, telling them that they are all orphans, that the group adopted them, and that they have spent a lot of money to train them, hoping that they will repay their kindness and swear to die for the group's final effect.

After graduating from high school, they are given the important task of posing as the children of a wealthy family and eventually inheriting a huge family fortune that actually ends up being a subsidiary of a criminal syndicate.