Wei Renwu laughed and said, "I'm about to return to this topic. Wine can make people bold and think what they don't dare to think of, which is the shortest way to reach inspiration. In ancient times, there were 100 poems of Li Baidou wine, and the restaurant in Chang'an City slept in the restaurant. 'If you don't drink some wine, will Li Bai be able to write poetry?' ”

Yue Ming nodded and said, "It seems to make some sense." ”

Wei Renwu took another sip of wine, and then said, "Do you know what kind of poem I just said? ”

"Du Fu's "Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking".

"That's right, then will you carry it?"

"'Zhizhang rode a horse like a boat, and slept at the bottom of the well. Ruyang Sandou began to face the sky, and the road was salivating at the mouth of the koji car, and the hatred was sealed to Jiuquan. Zuo Xiangri spends 10,000 dollars, drinks like a long whale sucking hundreds of rivers, and holds a cup of music and is called avoiding sages. Zongzhi is a chic and beautiful young man, looking at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind. Before Su Jin Changzhai embroidered Buddha, he often loved to escape Zen when he was drunk. Li Baidou has 100 wine poems, the restaurant in Chang'an City sleeps, the Son of Heaven can't get on the boat, and he claims to be a fairy in wine. Zhang Xu had three cups of grass sage, took off his hat and exposed his crown in front of the prince, waving the paper like a cloud of smoke. Jiao Sui Wudou Fang Zhuoran, talking eloquently and shocking four feasts. ’”

Wei Renwu clapped his hands and praised: "Not bad, not bad, I have done a lot of homework, so do you know which 'Eight Immortals' this poem refers to?" ”

Yue Ming said disdainfully: "This is also very simple, the 'Eight Immortals' are He Zhizhang, Li Jin, Li Shi, Cui Zongzhi, Su Jin, Li Bai, Zhang Xu, and Jiao Sui. ”

"In ancient times, it was difficult to separate wine from poetry and songs, so literati often drank alcohol against each other." After speaking, Wei Renwu drank all the wine in the cup and called for another glass.

Yue Ming also ordered a glass of wine, but he didn't drink a sip, at this time, he also took a sip and said, "When it comes to wine-related poems, which one do you prefer?" ”

"Of course, it is none other than Cao Cao's "Short Song Xing"."

"I also like this song, 'When you sing about wine, what is your life?' For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past. Be generous and unforgettable. How to solve the problem? Only Du Kang. Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far. Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild apples. I have guests, drummers and shengs. It's as clear as the moon, when can it be done? Worries come from it, and they cannot be cut off. The more strange it is, the more vain it exists. Qi Kuo talks about the feast, thinking of the old grace. The moon and stars are scarce, the black magpie flies south, and the tree is surrounded by three turns, what branch can be followed? The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep. Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart. However, the artistic conception of Cao Cao's poem is not in the wine, but more prominently in the thirst for talent, so I prefer Li Bai's 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon'"

"There are four songs in 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon', which one are you talking about?"

"Although the four capitals are beautiful, I love the second one."

"'If the heavens do not love wine, the wine stars are not in the heavens.'" If the earth does not love wine, there shall be no fountain of wine on the earth. Heaven and earth love wine, and love wine is worthy of heaven. I have heard that it is more than a saint, and it is as virtuous as a sage. Since the sages have already drunk, why bother to ask the gods. Three cups lead to the avenue, and one bucket is natural. But if you have fun in wine, don't pass it on to the awake. ’”

"That's right, it's this one, and only this poem can perfectly blend poetry and wine into a chic and happy person."

Wei Renwu smiled and said, "Since perfect people want to drink perfect wine and recite perfect poems, then why don't we drink a drink?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Yue Ming had already taken the lead in raising his wine glass.

The two of them took a sip of the wine in the cup and didn't even leave the bottom, and the slightly drunk state slowly emerged.

"Poetry is perfect poetry, wine is perfect wine, but you can't read poetry perfectly?" After Yue Ming drank his stomach, his speech became bold.

"How should the poem be pronounced, should it be sung?"

"Although poetry and song can complement each other, from the perspective of poetry alone, tone is very important."

"Really? Then I'm going to have to ask. "Wei Renwu, who is invincible on weekdays, is humble at this time.

Yue Ming continued: "The creation of poetry, especially the most important thing about poetry, tone and rhyme, rhyme is basically all poems must be mastered, even modern lyrics creation, must pay attention to rhyme. However, tones, especially ancient tones, also known as 'pingxuan', are difficult for modern people to learn, because modern people have their own tones. ”

Wei Renwu stroked his mustache and muttered in a low voice: "Tone? ”

"That's right, in ancient times, the tones were divided into four tones: 'Ping, Shang, Go, and Enter', and the modern Mandarin tones also have four tones, which even primary school students can do, but the four tones of Mandarin are only 'Yin Ping, Yang Ping, Shangsheng, and Go Sound'."

"'Ping' is 'Ping', and 'up, going, and entering' is 'Ping'." Wei Renwu's words were vague, his eyes were misty, as if he was answering Yue Ming, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

"That's right, so the first and second tones of the four tones of Mandarin are 'ping', and the third and fourth tones are '仄', but in modern times, there is no 'in' sound, so it is difficult to create poems according to 'ping'."

"'The flowers and fallen leaves are heavy, and the sound of people on rainy nights is empty; Sijun is in tears, just with the shadow'. Wei Renwu actually remembered this poem written by the female college student of "Peking University" who was killed.

"The tone of this poem, if it is strictly divided according to 'Ping', is 'Ping's Ping, Ping's Pingping. Ping Ping Ping, Ping Ping'. It's also a very strange creative mode, so I think she shouldn't have written poems according to 'Pingxuan'. Yue Ming echoed.

Suddenly, Wei Renwu stood up suddenly, patted Yue Ming on the shoulder, and said excitedly: "Xiao Yue, you are really too smart!" ”

"What are you talking about?" Yue Ming was taken aback, and his whole person was stunned.

"Oops! Haven't you noticed? I thought that wine would inspire me, but it turned out that it was you who inspired me! Wei Renwu's face seemed to have two big words written on it: "excited".

"I still don't quite understand, what happened to me just now?" Yue Ming became more and more confused.

"Oops! Why are you suddenly stupid again, I ask you, what do you think the deceased wanted to express after writing that poem and writing it as 'Malmoss'? ”

Yue Ming touched his head, thought for a long minute, and asked tentatively, "Is it because she knows that her limit is approaching and wants to find a contemporary Sherlock Holmes to rescue her?" ”

"Hahaha......" Wei Renwu smiled, "Wrong, so wrong, when I first saw this payment, I didn't think of Sherlock Holmes in my mind, but 'Morse code'." ”

"'Morse code'?"

"That's right, although the order of the inscriptions is out of order, and I want to confuse the public, but my intuition tells me that this inscription is to say that there is a 'Morse code' hidden in this poem."

"And how did she hide it?"

"Originally, I couldn't figure it out, but just now you told me how she hid the 'Morse code'."

"I told you?" Yue Ming gently tapped the back of his head, his gaze wandering in all directions.

In the bar, the sound of laughter, fist strokes, and songs were mixed together, and Wei Renwu could only hear Yue Ming repeating a sentence in this noisy voice: "I told you? What I told you? The ...... I told you"

Suddenly, Yue Ming also stood up violently, stretched out his fingers, his fingers kept trembling because of excitement, and his voice trembled: "Yes... It is 'Ping', the deceased is worthy of being a high-achieving student of the Chinese Department of Peking University, and the answer is hidden in the tone. ”

Wei Renwu stretched out his right hand to hold Yue Ming's trembling fingers, smiled, and replied, "That's right, the deceased is the 'Morse code' written in tone. ”

"'Peaceful, peaceful. How should this be interpreted in 'Morse code'? ”

"There are five types of codes for 'Morse code': dots, strokes, pauses between dots and strokes, short pauses between each character (between dots and strokes), medium pauses between words, and long pauses between sentences. Either way, there are two corresponding symbols to make up the code. This happens to be 'Ping' and 'Ping'. Wei Renwu patiently explained, "The five dots are grouped together, and the numbers they represent are: 1 is dotted and scribbled, 2 is dotted and scribbled, 3 is dotted and dashed, 4 is dotted and dotted, 5 is dotted and dotted, 6 is dotted and dotted, 7 is dotted and dotted, 8 is dotted and dotted, 9 is dotted and dashed, and 0 is dotted and dashed." ”

"If 'ping' is a point, then '仄' is a stroke, and this password is 1733, or 'ping' is a stroke, and '仄' is a point, and the password should be 6288."

"It's not 6288, it can only be 1733."

"Why not 6288?"

"It can't be 6288 because the number refers to time."

"When?"

"That's right, seventeen:33, 6288 can't tell the time."

"Why does it have to refer to time?"

Wei Renwu stroked his mustache and said firmly: "Because the deceased has been taking the subway for the past few days, getting off every two stops, and then constantly transferring, I noticed a very important detail when I observed her surveillance video of the subway." ”

"Details?"

"Every time she changes to the subway, she keeps staring at the LED screen that shows the time of the subway station."

"What's wrong with that?"

Wei Renwu smiled and asked, "Have you ever heard of the story of 'carving a boat for a sword'?" ”

"It's horrible, it's hard not to know."

"So, time is the coordinates she carved."

"I still don't quite understand."

"If the deceased hid something on the subway, because the subway is mobile, it is difficult to say which subway train she hid on, but the subway will depart regularly every day, and each station will arrive at a fixed time, so as long as we know when the deceased got on the train to hide something, then we can also get on the train at the same time, and we can find what she hid."

"Oh, I see, that's why I said time is the coordinates. So shall we go next? ”

Wei Renwu laughed again and said, "Are you stupid!" It's late at night, so of course it's time to go home and sleep. ”

Another day passed, Yue Ming arrived at Wei Renwu's family at four o'clock in the afternoon, this time Wei Renwu's family was the only one, and he let Yue Ming come over so late because he didn't sleep all night last night, according to him, it was because he was too excited, so he had been sleeping during the day.

Yue Ming asked, "Mr. Wei, where do we start investigating today?" ”

Wei Renwu smoked a cigarette and replied: "Last night, I asked the police to send me the surveillance video, I watched it again, at 17:33, the deceased was at Tongzilin Station of Metro Line 1, and he took the subway in the direction of Century City. That's where we go next. ”