Everyone summed it up with each other, and there was no objection to Lin Yi's arrangement.

"Now that you have the clues in your hands, then strike while the iron is hot and implement it as soon as possible, if you still need my help later, just ask!"

"Thank you, sir, you are here to do us a great favor, and we young people will do the rest of the errands."

"Yes, you are waiting in the house for the news of our victory!"

Old Man Bai laughed, looking at the group of energetic young people in front of him, full of joy.

"I won't say anything else, lest you think my old man is verbose, pay attention to safety, the closer you get to the truth, the closer you are to danger, be careful."

"Got it, sir!"

The work of deciphering the code has come to an end for the time being, and this Ming Dynasty reprinted the "Jin Zhanglan Spectrum" in the style of Dong Qichang's calligraphy, which can be determined to be the code book used within the "Ziyihou" organization.

This book was very important to them, and it was originally returned to Director Ma first, and then asked him to help reprint a few more copies as they were.

When the time comes, it will be convenient to rummag, and there is no need to borrow other people's heirloom treasures to use.

As for whether the "Purple Marquis" is still in use now, it is unknown.

Something is better than nothing.

As for the next step, according to what has just been discussed, the troops will be divided into two ways and implement their respective clues as soon as possible.

After discussing the follow-up matters, Bai Lu returned to the small courtyard to pack her luggage.

Wang Qiang drove Lin Yi and Qian Sheng to return the book to Director Ma, and then turned back to Qian Sheng's stronghold.

"It stands to reason that these things are all Ming weapons, but the dragon gate is full of stone carvings, how can these eight poles be connected to a piece where they can't be hit?"

Wang Qiang took advantage of the interval between waiting for the traffic light, lit a cigarette, slapped the steering wheel boredly, and talked about the afternoon again.

"It's almost mentioned, my brain is still boiling now, it's all about to brainstorm all kinds of brainstorming all afternoon, my brain is about to cramp, now let me slow down."

Qian Sheng looked "half-dead", lying on the back seat, not wanting to answer any questions at all.

Lin Yi put his arm on the co-pilot's window, spuffed on his cigarette, and looked at the endless traffic in front of him.

"Is there a connection, that's not a matter of words? If it weren't for us peeling off the cocoon here, a little bit of tricking, Mr. Xu's ledger, no one has been able to unravel it so far.

Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, you two go over this time, be sure to help us find out the way clearly, I guess, this time we have to set up a point in Luodu. ”

"Luodu? That's good, spicy soup in the morning, mutton stewed noodles at noon, and then a bowl of mutton soup risotto in the evening. ”

"I mean, can't you think of anything else in your head?"

"The people take food as the sky, this is the big thing, you two are hungry or not, why am I a little hungry, find a sheep soup restaurant, I will preheat and warm up in advance, so that my stomach can adapt to the rhythm of Luodu."

"Who said that he didn't eat at night anymore and wanted to lose weight? Third child, you were in front of him at the time, right? ”

"That's right, I can prove it!"

"What do you prove, you prove, yes, I said I wanted to lose weight and eat at night, but I didn't say I wouldn't drink soup."

The brothers and sisters quarreled with each other, and the car drove into a roadside mutton soup restaurant.

The next day, before there was news from Curator Ma's side, Wang Qiang and Qian Sheng rushed to Luodu first, without delaying each other.

Lin Yi and Bai Lu also booked tickets to Xiangjiang.

The two groups of people went their separate ways, each performing its own duties.

For Lin Yi and the others, less than a month has passed since the last time they came to Xiangjiang.

Because it is a special operation, there is no trouble for others, and the whole trip is taken care of by yourself.

When they arrived at the airport, the two took a taxi on the spot and went straight to Morro Street.

This antique street is still the same as the last time they came, and nothing has changed.

The two walked all the way to the old shop at the end of the street, which was not closed today, but it was still full of doors and had no business.

Push the door in, and the bell on the door rings.

Abel on the recliner in the counter replied in Cantonese without raising his head:

"Feel free to take pictures, if you shop, there are prices on them, and you don't negotiate the price."

Lin Yi looked around, as if Abel was alone.

So he nodded at Bai Lu.

"Abel, we're not here to take pictures, we're not here to buy things, we've unraveled the contents of that notebook you gave us."

After Bai Lu's sweet voice was finished, the sound of flipping through the newspaper on the counter stopped abruptly.

With the creaking of rattan chairs, the old man stood up from the counter.

took off his reading glasses, lowered his head, and looked at them carefully.

"Oh, who should I be, it's you."

A smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face.

"It seems that I really didn't look away, this thing is handed over to you, it's the right one!"

With that, the old man came out of the counter, looked at them with a smile, and then turned to turn over the "closed" sign on the shop, closed the curtains, and welcomed the two of them into the back room.

The space in the back room is not large, and it can only be said that in Xiangjiang, where every inch of land is valuable, it is not easy to have such a world.

The old man made tea for them and poured himself a cup.

"Tell me, what's written in it?"

"What was written, we can't tell you for the time being, before that, we want to ask you a question, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Xu Baijiao?"

"What's the relationship?"

The old man held the teacup, groaned for a moment, and then turned to take out a picture frame from the cabinet behind him.

There is a group photo of two people, black and white, a well-mannered man, wearing glasses and a suit, sitting in the front, and behind him a young man, dressed as a hotel waiter, standing behind him.

There is a bit of similarity between his eyebrows and eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, this. It's you, who is the one in front? ”

"He is Mr. Xu, and our relationship can be regarded as master and apprentice."

Abermore held the picture frame and talked about the past.

It turned out that the temporary office of the "secret purchase group" was located in the Xiangjiang Peninsula Hotel, which is the oldest hotel in Xiangjiang and a place where celebrities gathered and held various social activities in the 50s of the last century.

At that time, Xu Baijiao and Xu Dashao lived here, and Abel at that time was just a waiter here.

According to his recollection, although he did not have much contact with Mr. Xu, every time he communicated with him, Mr. Xu was polite, respectful to him, and never put on a big show, which made him have a good impression of Mr. Xu.

Slowly, as time went on, the relationship between the two parties became familiar, until one day, Mr. Xu hurriedly returned to the hotel and handed him the notebook for safekeeping.

and pulled him, who was still at work, to the photo studio to take this group photo.

"He told me that this was a very important thing, and that I should give it to his companions from the mainland, because I had seen them.

From that day on, I never saw Mr. Xu again, and later learned that he had died in a car accident. ”

"Then why didn't you give this work notebook to his companion?" Bai Lu asked.

"Because on the third day after Mr. Xu's death, I was arrested by the English police in Xiangjiang at that time, and I was charged with a crime and sentenced to life imprisonment." (End of chapter)