Of course, Jiao Yu would not object, and General Ling snorted on the ground: "It's fair! But if the boy finds out, he won't tell us."

He Lingchuan flipped the book to the end, and suddenly realized something different: "This book is not an account book."

This one doesn't look special from the outside, but there are only a few thin pages inside, and the record is no longer the collection of pulp beads, but some strange numbers, such as:

seventy-six-four-eleven;

Two-eight-one.

Etcetera.

Three numbers plus two bars in a group, and there are only a few sets of numbers on each page.

"It's a code word."

Both youkai looked at each other expectantly, "Can you decipher it?"

"You think so highly of me." He Lingchuan couldn't take his eyes off it, "This code word must be translated into words with the translation."

"Translation?"

"The book that goes with it." He Lingchuan had listened to a public class in Sendai, and an old master came to explain the compilation of code words, "Or rather, this set of code words is designed to match that book."

"It's over!" General Ling was immediately annoyed, "Books, account books, anyway, those with papers have been taken away by the surname Zhongsun!"

"Then we'll have to find Zhongsun again." He Lingchuan is very objective, "He may also have some gains there."

Jiao Yu said: "I see that he has arranged some manpower to wander around this small courtyard disguised as civilians, probably trying his luck to see if Mr. Mai will come back."

"Probably not." He Lingchuan said this without confidence, but was determined for no reason.

He also had two scrolls in his hand, which he had drawn from the vase in his study.

He Lingchuan threw them aside, and General Ling looked at them several times, and couldn't help but be curious, so he took the rope in his mouth and ripped it off, arching his head to spread out the scroll.

No hands are inconvenient.

He Lingchuan had to help it flatten the scroll. This old sheep also likes paper too much.

The first scroll is a landscape painting, the mountain is high and the moon is small, the stream spring hits the stone, the painting is good, but He Lingchuan is not interested.

He's a layman and can't appreciate it.

The second scroll unfolds with a portrait:

The person in the painting seems to be a noblewoman, dressed in brocade and hair, with an elegant face, standing by the lake and playing the flute.

Even if the two-headed monster has no level of appreciation, it can be seen that this portrait is painted with much more care than the first landscape, and the painting is as beautiful as possible.

And then they heard a "click" and looked back--

He Lingchuan broke the edge of the table.

He stared at the painting closely, his eyes wide open, but his pupils narrowed, as if he had seen a ghost.

The tiger hurriedly said, "What's wrong?"

Even the still life paintings and ledger code words that concealed the mystery in Fang Cai didn't make him so out of shape.

When it comes over and looks at it, it's a figure painting, could it be that this person can also come out of the painting?

I haven't seen any special signatures or stamps.

He Lingchuan took a long breath, shook his head, and said, "It's okay." His eyes did not take his eyes off the person in the painting.

Strictly speaking, he stared at the flute in the hand of the figure.

The first half of the flute is blocked by the noblewoman's hand, but the second half is very detailed, with jade and white knots, nodes, and two eye-catching red circles!

When He Lingchuan saw this flute at first glance, the blood rushed to his head.

This is Sun Poria's centipede bone flute!

Not only did she blow it in front of him, but she even used it as a teaching tool to teach him.

How could he admit his mistake?

How could Sun Poria's flute appear in the hands of the noble lady in the painting?

Seeing that the paper is slightly yellow, and there is no special protection, it should not be more than thirty or forty years old.

He Lingchuan gets along happily with Sun Fuling in the soul country, and always ignores her final fate intentionally or unintentionally. This portrait appeared suddenly, reminding him at once:

A man will die, and a city will die.

But who picked up her relics in the end? How did this woman get it?

？

"Do you know this woman?"

Both the Tiger and the Antelope General shook their heads.

He Lingchuan silently put away the scroll, and the blue tendons on his forehead jumped twice.

The answer lies with Mr. Mak, and he has to find this person!

"What's so special about this woman?" Does the envoy like this genre?

"That's it, nothing." He Lingchuan calmed down and pulled his thoughts back to business, "The old man who guarded the door said that Mr. Mai had been in the courtyard for a long time. Then, with Wan Song's elusive ability, when he gives Wan Song's instructions, it is likely to be near his home, or even at home."

General Ling said strangely: "But Zhongsun Mou's subordinates have already searched the courtyard and found nothing."

"They search theirs, and we look at ours."

Mr. Mak's residence is not large, the study is empty, and there are bedrooms, kitchens, wings, and front and back courtyards.

He Lingchuan and others searched again.

The guards left by Zhongsun Mou were at the door, watching them walk around with a cold face, and there was no sarcasm in their eyes.

There is indeed nothing to gain, the group of people in Lingxu City have already packed up all the useful and useless ones and taken them away, there is only one bed left in the bedroom, a few sons, and only pots and pans in the kitchen.

The front and back yards were turned over and covered with mud.

General Ling's muttering as he looked at it, "What are you looking for? There has to be a goal, right?"

"Naturally, it's a clue related to the Demon Eater." Jiao Yu's voice came from the backyard, "Like this."

Everyone rushed over to see that it was lying on the edge of the pergola in the backyard.

There were some melons, fruits and herbs planted in the yard, and the growth should have been gratifying this season, the gourd had already climbed the vines, and the prunella grass had also bloomed small purple flowers, but Zhong Sun Mou's men did not even let go of this place, the garden soil was turned up, the ground was full of mud prints, and the flowers and plants were also crushed.

If Mr. Mak hides something in the ground, he will be found.

Jiao Yu's tiger head was towards the root of the wall.

This is the north wall, where the sun does not shine all year round, and the humidity is the heaviest, so the roots of the wall are crawling with moss.

It was here that He Lingchuan found a little shiny reflection.

"Slime, but the trail is narrow, it should have been left by a normal snail." He Lingchuan was about to get up, but he unexpectedly found a stone urn more than a foot high lying on the edge of the rattan trellis.

This type of stone urn is a whole stone that is polished smooth and carved into various forms. Ordinary people put it at home, some as feng shui stones for town luck, some put it in flowers and plants to make it look good, and some simply use it to press the cylinder to pickle pickles..... Anyway, the uses are varied.

This piece was supposed to sit quietly under the rattan trellis, but it was ruthlessly overturned by Zhongsun Mou's men, and half of it was buried in the soil.

But it faces the side of He Lingchuan, drawing the shape of a thread.

He simply reached out and removed all the soil from the stone urn.

The thread grew clearer.

The two demons also saw it, and leaned over and said, "This is a snail shell? Snail shell?"

"Snail shells." He Lingchuan had caught a lot of candy snails in the Panlong Dream Realm, and he could tell the difference between the two.

To be honest, the carving is quite artistic, which shows that the craftsman carver is good. But in Mr. Mak's backyard, no matter how you look at it, it has a special meaning.

There is also a little moss mark on the stone urn, which shows that it has been placed here for a long time.

He Lingchuan thought about it for a while, and simply put it into the storage ring.

The yard has been turned upside down, and there is nothing more to be searched.

......

Night.

When the post station was in charge of the lamp, Zhongsun Mou was also working hard to write.

"Someone."

The guards are coming.

"Take this letter to the capital of Chiyan and present it to the king."

The content of the letter is very simple, suing the envoy sent by Fushanyue, the prince of Chiyan, for being rude and obstructing the handling of the case.

He knew that the monarch of Chiyan had always disliked his eldest son, and if he received a complaint from the inspector of Lingxu City, he should have some action.

After the guards were ordered to leave, Zhongsun Mou began to enjoy his own dinner.

He doesn't like hot food, so the cook he brought with him tonight made crystal tart, that is, thinly sliced sashimi and mussel foot slices, each of which must be thin enough to be transparent. When eating, add shredded pepper and garlic slices, and then dip some sauce and mustard, which is the taste that Zhongsun Mou is used to.

The monsters in Lingxu City have lived with humans for hundreds of years, and they pay a lot of attention to food, housing, and transportation, but in the end, they don't like to eat all kinds of flavors like humans. Zhongsun Mou is already very open, and most sharks don't love human sauces.

As he ate, he looked at the ivory ball in his hand.

Fushan Yue's envoy took the ball first, and when he handed it over, he was full of reluctance, is there something strange about this thing?

He studied it for a long time, dripped some potions on it, and found nothing special.

He simply found someone to dissect it.

Solid, no virtual machine inside.

The results of the examination showed that it was indeed ivory, and it was only ivory.

What a waste of his time.

After eating, his heart moved, and then Mr. Mai's old doorkeeper came over to ask carefully.

This time, he mainly asked Mr. Mak about his daily life and living habits, and by the way, to see if the old man was lying. Often a question appears suddenly every now and then, and it is chosen when the old man's vigilance is at its lowest, and if he answers inconsistently, he will definitely suffer.

If He Lingchuan was present, he would probably call him an expert. Whether it was Uncle Hao in Blackwater City in the past, or the Gale Army, they often interrogated prisoners like this.

But the old man didn't get it wrong once.

Finally, Zhong Sun Mou asked about Mr. Mak's diet.

The old man said that Mr. Mak likes noodles more than rice, and he also orders some soup and water when he wants to have supper at night, "Every time he comes to Frost and Dew Town, he will bring a very fine and white rice noodle and ask me to cook it for him." This powder is cooked when it is boiled in boiling water, and Mr. Mak eats this powder and specifies that he should put some open ocean."

"Extraordinarily thin, extraordinarily white? Where is it produced?"

"Then I don't know."

Zhong Sun Mou sent the guards to Mr. Mai's house again and brought back the fine powder.

The candle on the side of the table burned out just in time.

When the guards lit a new candle, Zhong Sun Mou caught a flash of blue light in the corner of the old man's eyes.

"Huh?" His heart moved, "Your eyes are usually uncomfortable?"

The old man often blinked, and he was not surprised before, after all, people have many problems when they are old.

But now, Zhong Sun Mou single-handedly extinguished the candle flame, and then asked the guards to light it again.

He is the master, he can play however he wants, and of course the guards have no objections.

When the candle flame came up again, Zhongsun Mou really saw that there was a blue light flashing in the old man's eyes again!

It was only for a moment, but it didn't escape his eyes.

Zhongsun Mou sneered, suddenly grabbed the old man's neck, dragged him closer, picked up the spoon on the plate with the other hand, and pressed it into his eye socket!