Since then, he has been carrying the glass frame and his daughter's picture with him and no longer keeping it at home.

"That's it."

Bai Lang took it and identified it, and it turned out to be ancient Mongolian characters.

After the old man Qi Nan finished saying these words, when the sun did not come out, he held the photo of his daughter and died. That peculiar note, so it was in the hands of Bai Lang.

After Bai Lang came out of the hospital, he immediately rushed back to his secret home, locked himself in a small room, brought out a dictionary, and spent a lot of effort to understand the ancient Mongolian translation on the note, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

Like the paper in the parchment and the paper in the wine bag, this paper is also parchment. Moreover, this passage written on paper is simply bizarre. What exactly is it? All in all, it's a shocking secret.

However, this passage is not the whole text, only 1/2 or 1/3 of the full text, and the rest of the content is not on this note. Presumably, a piece of paper was divided into two or three strips, each hidden in one place.

Bai Lang carefully read the ancient Mongolian text behind the note again. Its content is exactly the same as what the old man Qi Nan said. It took a lot of effort for Bai Lang to make out the text. I couldn't help but be surprised again, because this is another line of very surprising text:

In 1250 the Second Expedition was held in the camp of Borji

He looked at the secret information carefully, and unconsciously looked up and sighed. Suddenly, he noticed that two large black eyes were staring at him fiercely through the gap in the curtain.

He immediately stood up, hurried to the window, and pushed it open. However, there was not a single figure on the balcony outside the window. Under the light, the grass outside the window is green, which looks very verdant and lovable.

In that meadow, no human figure was found. Bai Lang just wanted to close the window, and with a "whoosh", something shiny flew in. He immediately lowered his head, only to hear a "pop", as if something had hit the curtain.

When I stepped forward, I saw that it was a very small arrow, firmly rooted in the curtain.

It's very much like the spitting arrows used by the natives – the white feathers of an ostrich are rolled around the spines of plants, and the sharp arrows are painted with golden yellow poison.

Bai Lang understands that there is another enemy in the secret, and he wants to get rid of him.

Shirarou decided to go to the Holy Land of West Asia......

In a high-end hotel in the western highlands, a wealthy gentleman wearing sunglasses and plain white clothes is talking to the owner of the hotel.

"Oh, there really aren't regular ships?"

"That's right, at present, the tourist season has passed, so there are no regular ships to the Yameng-Tibetan Portuguese River, which is really sorry."

"There's nothing to be done."

"Can I go by carriage?"

"It's too hot to ride in the carriage, and I'm going to the source of the Yameng-Tibetan River. I had to take a boat, and when I got there, I rode my camel. ”

"Would you like to rent a boat?"

"No, I'm planning to buy a boat. When we got to a place where the cruise ship couldn't sail, we got off the boat. However, I demanded that the boat must stay there, because I had to make a trip to the hinterland, and when I returned from the hinterland, the ship would return. It could be half a year to come back, or it could be a year. Boatmen and food, etc., you can think about it yourself, and many other necessary things are also left to you, and in terms of money, you can rest assured that no matter how much, it is secondary. ”

After hearing this, the boss couldn't help but be stunned, looked at the guest's face again, and thought to himself: "This person must be a huge rich, what is this person going to the hinterland of the upper reaches of the Yameng-Tibetan Portuguese River for?" Looking at the appearance, it doesn't seem to be going hunting. "He didn't know what this man was doing.

After the rich gentleman finished talking with the boss, he went back to his room on the third floor. He had just walked for a short time when another rich gentleman came down from the fourth floor, this person was exactly the same as the rich gentleman just now, he was also wearing white clothes and sunglasses, and they were also about the same age.

The rich gentleman, like the man just now, asked to buy a boat to go to the source of the Yameng-Tibetan Portuguese, and let the boat wait there, and when he returned from the hinterland, he could return.

"It doesn't matter how many bills you need."

After the rich gentleman finished speaking, he went up to the fourth floor again. The innkeeper was so surprised that he opened the passenger register and checked the names of the two guests.

The one who lives on the second floor on the third floor is called Shang Luyao; The one who lives on the tenth on the fourth floor is Qiu Peni. They are all Dongzhou people.

"These two guests belong to the children of wealthy families with countless money, maybe they are both going on adventures, right?"

The boss whispered to himself. Then, he nodded his head again and said:

"They are all such rich children of wealthy families, no wonder Shang Luyao has three followers, and Qiu Peini has five people, and the rest of them live in cheaper rooms on the fifth floor."

That night, after dinner, Shang Luyao sat in his room with a cigar in his mouth, reading a pile of materials spread out on the table. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He hurriedly sorted out the pile of materials and put them in his jacket pocket. "Please come in!" He shouted.

The door opened, and the man walked in. "You don't need to hide in such a hurry, do you? Mr. ”

Qiu Peini smiled lightly, his eyes staring at Shang Luyao's jacket pocket without blinking.

"Excuse me, who is the Honorable Driver? Why are you looking for me?" Shang Lu Yao asked with great displeasure.

"You don't remember? It's me, Mr. Lu, no, Bai Lang, it's me! Qiu Peni said with a smile.

"Oh, Qiu Peini written on the passenger register, take off your mask, you are the thief Qiu Laohu, who is known as the ghost fox of western Sichuan and has been imprisoned eight times! You were the one who wanted to steal my stuff in that small restaurant in Dongzhou last time! ”

"Hehe, how do you know so much? No wonder it's known as the strange thief Bailang! ”

"You don't need to say useless words, what the hell is the matter with you?"

"Same as in the small restaurant last time."

"I don't need to talk about it, I made it clear to you then."

"I know that too. Now, however, I am not here to threaten you with violence, I am here to consult with you. ”

"What to discuss?"

"First of all, please take a look at this."

Qiu Laohu took out an iron cigarette case from his pocket, opened the lid, and placed it in front of Bai Lang.

"Ahh Bai Lang exclaimed

There was a piece of paper in the box, and it was an ancient parchment that was folded very neatly! It's exactly the same as the two in Bai Lang's hand.

"Are you amazed? Bai Lang, there is no need to explain, this is definitely not stealing from you, because those two things that belong to you, didn't you just put them in your pocket?"