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"This is the best chance, and if the big secret and royal glory can't attract you yet, I can't help it. Mr. Xia, I really don't understand, what are you thinking? You got involved in the battle of the 'Mirror Room' in order to find the secret of the 'Divine Mirror'? We escaped from the 'Mirror Room', and so many people in it were fighting and fighting, isn't it also this big secret? I have died so many people -- a total of 215 people who came from Japan with me, and now I am the only one left. Think about it, is it a gift from heaven that we can survive? If we don't die in a great calamity, we will have a blessing, should we get this big secret?" asked Ming Qianying.

She tried to convince me, but the question that kept circling in my mind was, "Who's that man coming?"

In addition to the navy blue suit and his distinctive posture when walking, another feature is that he carries a tan briefcase in his right hand.

Modern people like to carry around laptop bags, crossbody bags, briefcases, briefcases, etc., but rarely use the old-fashioned rectangular briefcase because it is too old-fashioned and too formal.

Those who can walk around the campus of Shandong University with such a briefcase must be unique and outstanding.

I even felt that his arrival had a powerful aura, and although we were far apart, it had already made me a little uneasy.

"We may not be able to control the situation, your people have become martyrs, and if you act rashly, I am afraid that something big will happen. "This is my only piece of advice to Ming Qianying.

"How can you be willing if you don't try?" she replied fiery.

"You just have to try. I took a step back and stayed away from her, lest I be burned by her anger.

"You Chinese creativity can never be compared with our Yamato nation, in everything, only seek safety first, completely unenterprising. Let's go, it seems that you have already made up your mind to sit idly by and watch what is happening here, and staying any longer will only harm my business. Ming Qianying said disappointedly.

If I leave the map, the only destination is to go back to the "Mirror Room", because Tang Wan is still there.

"Goodbye. "I stepped back again to show my determination to stay out of the situation.

"Don't you want to see the illusionist's real kung fu?" Ming Qianying was still trying to convince me to make a final effort.

"As you said, all the people brought from Japan have died, and the so-called real kung fu no longer has any meaning. "I state the facts, but I have no intention of disparaging them.

Ming Qianying sighed: "If Sang Qinghong is here, she can create a new illusion world by herself and wrap everything in." ”

She opened her arms as if to encompass the whole world.

"Unfortunately, not everything went as you wanted, and the results you were hoping for did not materialize. I said.

Ming Qianying was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes, she didn't appear." If she shows up, she should be the one standing in front of you. For the sake of the royal family, even if I know that there will be difficulties, I must give it a go and create illusions in this old building that I have never been exposed to. Let's go, this place is about to become a battlefield for illusionists and Gu refiners, so as not to catch fire at the city gate and damage the fish in the pond. ”

"Take care. I nodded.

There was a loud thud from inside the door, and there was a loud sound of the frame falling to the ground.

I can guess that the remnant painting has fallen to the ground, and it must have fallen in front of the woman.

Ming Qianying was shocked, and immediately rushed to the door, twisted the doorknob slightly, dodged in, and then closed the door.

I stood quietly in the corridor for a while, then turned to leave, walking towards the stairs.

Since Ming Qianying is determined to fight desperately, I have no reason to stop it. People die for money, birds die for food, and if she dies because of the forced result, it is also inevitable. Since I am unwilling to deceive the Jade Rakshasa, there is no reason to pity Ming Qianying. Everyone is a Jianghu person, and they are all adults, and they should be responsible for what they do.

What's more, as a Chinese, I shouldn't help a Japanese thummer, especially when everything she does is to owe allegiance to the Japanese imperial family.

I descended the old wooden staircase and turned into the promenade on the first floor.

Turn left here and you'll find a wisteria promenade that leads to the "Mirror Room". Turn right, and you will find the side hall on the first floor of the map, which is only separated by a wall from the large classroom where students borrow books and study on their own.

The man in the navy blue suit and the old-fashioned briefcase stood in the doorway of the side hall, staring at me from afar.

"Hey, little brother, please wait. "As soon as I came down the stairs, he called out to me. It seems to have happened by accident, but in fact I guess he was waiting for me on purpose.

I stood still and watched him stride towards me.

The corridor is about five meters wide and three meters high, which is probably the most spacious of the old buildings. However, as he approached, I immediately felt that the corridor was too low and too narrow, and that it did not match the majesty of his body.

"Little brother, may I ask for directions?" he walked five steps in front of me and stood firmly.

There is a ceiling light in the corridor, but the glass cover is very dusty, and the light is very dim. Therefore, even if he is standing under the overhead lamp, I can't clearly distinguish his facial features, but I think his expression is extremely majestic, his eyes are thin and long, as long as he squints slightly, he will become standard Danfeng eyes and lying silkworm eyebrows, just like Guan Gongguan's second master who is holding the Qinglong Yanyue knife.

"Tell me? I didn't run away, but looked at him gently, keeping a calm, unhurried expression.

"I was looking for an old-fashioned parlor, and the only clue was that there was an old painting from the Second World War that depicted men and women saying goodbye at the docks. Did you ever notice a room like that when you came down from above?" he asked.

There was no doubt that he was going to the room that Ming Qianying had just dodged into.

The sixth sense of man was so accurate that the first time I saw him upstairs I felt that things were about to change. Now, he appeared before me, and immediately confirmed my expectations.

I shook my head, "I'm sorry, I don't know which parlor you're talking about. Here's the picture, I'm afraid the old-fashioned living room you're looking for isn't on this floor, but on the office buildings in the center of the campus. You can go there to find it, if you really can't find it, you can also go to the Hongjialou Campus of Shandong University to find it, there are more old things there. ”

He came in such a hurry that I had to lie and delay his entry into the room.

Shandong University has several campuses in Jinan, and the Hongjialou campus is the oldest one, so many old books, photos, equipment, tables and chairs are all there, attracting the curiosity of many Taokers.

When I say this, it makes sense, and it doesn't seem obtrusive.

The man frowned, "Yes, you have a point, but I'm sure that the room is in this old picture." Sorry to delay your precious time. ”

When he looked at me, the cold light in his eyes swept over me like two miniature scalpels.

"Okay, goodbye. "I didn't deliberately avoid his gaze, I said goodbye calmly, just as a passer-by who met in Pingshui.

He glanced up the stairs, and instead of going upstairs immediately, he retreated to the side hall and walked out through another doorway.

I turned and walked away, stepping into the wisteria corridor, hidden in the shadows of the foliage.

The man was not good, I hesitated for a few seconds, took out the phone first, and sent a text message to Ming Qianying.

I don't want to be involved in Ming Chisakura's actions, but I can't really stand by and feel that when danger comes, at least notify her in advance.

"There's a man looking for the painting, downstairs, with a bad intention. "That's what I texted.

I didn't expect Ming Chizakura to reply immediately, because no one knew what had happened after she entered that room. The Jade Rakshasa's attack is extremely sharp, and I suspect that as long as Ming Qianying takes one step short, she will be worried about her life.

"What now?" I paced back and forth down the corridor, unable to decide.

"The Jade Rakshasa should be treated fairly, and should not be captured, taken away, destroyed, or humiliated, after all, she is a former anti-Japanese hero. I didn't make a move when Ming Qianying was plotting against her, because it happened suddenly, and I wasn't sure to stop it. And now, which side should I stand on--the two sides were confrontation, but now the man who came in a hurry was added. Will I still be on the side of the Jade Rakshasa What if Ming Qianying is in distress and what will I do?" I don't know who to help, but I know I can't leave at this moment, because a new battle is about to start upstairs.

I looked to the side of the picture, and a rusty fire ladder was right at the end of the promenade, from where I could climb upstairs and climb through the window.

After waiting for a while, Ming Qianying still didn't reply, so I walked quickly to the fire escape, quickly climbed up, and returned to the upstairs corridor through an open window.

The door was closed, and there was no movement inside, just as it had been when I left.

I tiptoed over and pressed against the door, listening intently to the faint sound of music.

"There's no musical instrument or record player or anything like that, so how can there be music?" I wondered.

I remember very well that there were only sofas and desks covered by curtains, and I didn't remember any music-related utensils.

Listening to it again, I was sure that the music was coming from inside the house, so I immediately leaned down, my face pressed against the ground, and looked in through the gap less than a centimeter under the door.

When you look at it from the ground, you can see a strange scene, as if you have suddenly entered the kingdom of adults, and the furniture you see is as tall as a mountain.

From memory, my eyes first fell in front of the wall where the mural was hung.

As I expected, the mural had already landed. The floor is covered with a wooden floor, so the frame is not damaged, and it is leaning against the wall. The woman's feet were a foot in front of the frame, and I didn't realize that she was wearing any style of shoes.

The real beauty is "beautiful" from the top of the head to the soles of the feet, from the toes to the heels, every line is flawless, not at all as if it is naturally generated, but as if it is carved by a skilled carver.

Where the woman's bare feet were tread, like a perfect work of art in the high light, it overshadowed the surrounding scene.

"There is such a perfect woman in the world—" I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Ming Qianying sarcastically said that I was fascinated by Gu magic, so I felt that the beauty of that woman was incomprehensible, but I knew in my heart that the beauty of that woman was innate, and it did not change due to the years, nor did it lose points because of everyone's different aesthetic standards.

I can't describe her beauty in words, but I can only approximate the analogy of cooking.

The beauty presented by modern plastic surgery, cosmetics, computer retouching and other technical means is like MSG in a meal, although it tastes good and can also intoxicate the taste buds, but it is always a man-made and false thing, if you eat it every day, it will be disgusting in the end. The beauty of that woman is a broth boiled according to traditional techniques, with a mellow taste and a long aftertaste, and anyone at any time and in any place will feel that she is as perfect as the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, peerless, the first in the world.