At the same time.

The 11th year of the Republic of China, January 3, 1922, noon.

Shanghai, Nanshi Old Town, Qiaojia Road, Jiujian Building.

Qin Beiyang sat cross-legged on the couch in the inn room, covering his chest, and the cancer cells in his lungs burned again. Be sure to find a tomb to hide in tonight. But where are the ancient tombs in Shanghai? It is said that there is a tomb of Lu Shen in Lujiazui, and there are ruins among the barren smoke and vines, maybe go there? Nine colors were already eager to try, crouching on their master's knees, waiting for the night to strike.

"Master, a visitor!"

Seventeen-year-old Nakayama was like a little scholar, attracting two guests, all of whom were wearing suits, and their appearance and temperament were Japanese. One is Mr. Akutagawa, and the other is Marquis Saga.

didn't say hello, Akutagawa split his head and asked, "Mr. Qin, is the light here for you?" ”

"What's wrong? She ran away from home again? ”

Qin Beiyang repeatedly explained that Guang had never been here, and he hadn't even told Guang where he lived? I'm afraid that this girl will run over without permission.

The Marquis of Saga didn't say a word, when Qin Beiyang and Guang wandered in Japan together, the Marquis almost prosecuted this Chinese student for abduction, and he still has a grudge.

Mr. Akutagawa did not doubt Qin Beiyang's words: "No, someone took her away, but it didn't look like a kidnapping, just voluntarily got into the carriage with that person." ”

"Take me to the hotel!"

Qin Beiyang rode on the sweaty horse ghost, Lao Jin and Zhongshan also got on the horse respectively, plus the nine colors of the town's tomb beast, followed the car of the Marquis of Saga, and came to the door of the hotel on the Bund side of Nanjing Road in the public concession.

Sheriff Hilton of the Patrol House was also waiting, and they were notified by the Japanese Consul General to come. When Mr. Akutagawa first got up, he saw Hikaru Saga, getting into the carriage, and also saw another man's face through the window of his guest room. He is one of Japan's first-class writers, and his descriptions of characters are extremely vivid, not only telling about their physical characteristics, but also peeking into the murderous aura hidden in their eyes.

"I think it's this one!"

Sheriff Hilton opened his mouth, more than four years ago, the Hongkou Massacre, it was this sheriff who was responsible for handling the case, and of course Qin Beiyang still remembered his face.

The sheriff pulled out a bounty warrant from the pocket of his trench coat with two charcoal portraits: one with a white face and one with a centipede-like scar on the right side of his face. There are also hints in Chinese and English at the bottom - this person is proficient in makeup, the former is after makeup, and the latter is the original appearance before makeup.

"At noon on Christmas, there was a murder on Henry Road in the French Concession, which is a portrait of a criminal recorded by the patrol house according to the oral record of the report." Sheriff Hilton put the wanted warrant in front of Akutagawa, "Please identify, is this this person?" ”

Mr. Akutagawa immediately confirmed, "It's the face of the first portrait, and the eyes of the second portrait!" ”

"Ah Hai!"

When Qin Beiyang saw that scar, he already understood it in his heart...... Getting on Ah Hai's carriage is tantamount to a bolt from the blue.

"This man is extremely cruel. More than three years ago, he attacked the Hongkou Capture House in the Public Concession, killing 10 patrolmen and 5 prisoners overnight. ”

The sheriff spoke in English, and the Marquis of Saga understood, and his legs went limp, and he almost fell. The marquis only has such an only daughter, and he hopes to recruit a son-in-law to inherit the family business and title in the future.

Legend has it that he has arrived in Shanghai...... Sure enough, the horse's feet were exposed, but how could they come to find the light? ”

Qin Beiyang touched the long-handled umbrella behind his back, hiding his ring-headed Tang knife.

"Master, my subordinates think that Ah Hai's purpose in kidnapping Miss Guang is to lure you out." Lao Jin bit his ear and said, "Don't chase after him easily, with my understanding of Ah Hai, he must have designed the Longtan Tiger's Den!" ”

"Hugh has to say more! If Ah Hai did it, then I'm tired of the light! Even if Ah Hai is waiting for me in the eighteenth layer of hell, he must find the light back. Qin Beiyang squatted down and said to the small town tomb beast, "Nine colors, nine colors, can you smell the smell of the carriage and light?" ”

Jiuse walked around Nanjing Road and shook his head blankly. There were so many people here, all kinds of smells were mixed, and horse-drawn carriages often passed by, not to mention that two hours had passed.

The tomb beast is good at finding ancient tombs, how can the smell of the world be compared to the aura of ancient tombs?

Qin Beiyang lowered his head and pondered and asked, "Your Royal Highness, yesterday, I smelled a special smell on the light body, is there anything else?" ”

"What? Do you smell my daughter? ”

Obviously, the marquis, who was his father, thought of the adulterous thing, and Mr. Akutagawa coughed embarrassedly: "Your Highness, I can testify that in the past two days, Mr. Qin and Her Royal Highness the Princess have never been alone. ”

Qin Beiyang wanted to speak and stopped, thinking of the word "clumsy" - since he was "opened" by the seal under the Rubik's Cube Tomb of the Tang Dynasty in Bailuyuan, his five senses, including the sense of smell, have surpassed ordinary people.

The Marquis of Saga went back to his room and took out a bar of soap, half of which had been used by a fifteen-year-old girl, like a snow-white bone with a round jade.

Qin Beiyang put the soap in front of his snort, closed his eyes, as if the altitude had risen by three thousand meters, the stone mansion and the Huangpu River had all disappeared, leaving only the verdant herbs on the ground, the cotton-like snow-capped mountains, and the beautiful Jungfraujoch in front of him......

"The Alps?"

"How do you know?" The Marquis looked at Qin Beiyang in surprise, "Last year, the Imperial Japanese Minister in Switzerland brought me a gift, this soap uses vanilla raw materials under the Jungfraujoch in the Alps, the smell is unparalleled in the world, suitable for girls between the ages of twelve and eighteen, the production is extremely rare, and it is only sold in Switzerland. Hikari loves this soap and uses it for bathing every day. ”

"By the way, there is only one person in Shanghai who has this Alpine vanilla smell!"

Qin Beiyang put this piece of soap in front of the nine-colored nose, and the small town tomb beast sniffed like a mastiff chasing its prey, and its eyes glowed green, as if he had seen a beautiful girl surrounded by Alpine herbs, and was about to rush towards Nanjing Road.

"Nine Colors will take us to find the light!" Qin Beiyang stepped onto the sweaty horse of the black horse, turned his head and said in a loud voice, "The assassin is extremely dangerous, Mr. Akutagawa, please stay in the hotel with Marquis Saga." Tonight, I will return the marquis's pearl! ”

The tomb beast of the town couldn't wait to ride the dust, Qin Beiyang endured the burning chest, and rode a sweaty horse in hot pursuit. Lao Jin rides a pale chestnut silver-maned stallion, and Zhongshan rides a chrysanthemum green mare. Hilton police officers followed in cars with several Indian patrols.

Shanghai Tang, Nanjing Road, thousands of smells are criss-crossed. The smell of all kinds of people, the smell of all kinds of animals, the rouge gouache of women, the smell of smoke and fox in men, the dried abalone in the southern goods store, the pepper and garlic in the small vegetable market, and the French perfume in the Yongan Department Store...... In the nose of Jiuse and Qin Beiyang, a dazzling scent museum was opened.

But there is no smell that can hide the vanilla under the Jungfraujoch in the Alps, and the compounds of this vanilla and soap, the aromatic molecules that remain deep in the skin of a fifteen-year-old Japanese girl, like a dense insect crawling into the nostrils of nine colors, like the rotten dust that has been closed for 3,000 years in the moment a coffin is opened......