"Whatever you want," the master finally spoke, "but your book originally belonged to Wu Zizhi's collection, and its authenticity is indisputable. He glanced at Ji Ran curiously, trying to read what was going on in his head, "Liu Yiyi should be very clear." ”

"It's just that my friend wasn't her. Ji Ran squeezed out his most pertinent smile, "I really help others." He kept a smile on his face, finally getting to the hardest part, "But I think I can help you now." ”

The curiosity of the scholar of gold and stone turned into suspicion.

"What helps?"

"An opportunity to make money. Ji Ran put his hand on his book and said, "This can make you no longer have financial problems for a long time." ”

"You're going to buy books?"

"Yes. ”

"The Devil's Bible?"

"Not bad!"

The owner of the manor touched his chin with two fingers.

"Liu Yiyi already has one, do you want to gather all three?"

He may be a little crazy, but he's not stupid at all. Ji Ran made a vague gesture, he couldn't guarantee anything. Maybe it's a collector's quirk, but by selling this one, he can keep the other books.

"I don't want to sell books casually. The epigrapher emphasized.

"Forget it!" he continued, "this book is not for sale, I never sell books casually, I will choose the books to sell myself." I thought I had explained it very clearly. ”

The back of his trembling hand was intertwined. The master was obviously enraged, so Ji Ran spent an extra five minutes trying to appease him. Saying that buying books is only secondary, he is just asking, and his main purpose is to compare the differences between the two books.

In the end, the owner of the manor finally agreed, which made Ji Ran breathe a sigh of relief.

"Compare books? That's fine. He said. Obviously, he had a good impression of Ji Ran, otherwise the result would definitely be different. "But don't talk about buying books!"

He led Ji Ran down the empty hallway to a small room with a broken bed in the corner, a table with a copper candlestick full of wax and two chairs that looked like they were about to fall apart.

"At least a quiet place. The owner of the manor said, "Isn't it?"

He flicked with two fingers, but suddenly as if he remembered something, he turned and left, and then returned with his leftover daughter Hong.

"The person you just said you were going to help wasn't Liu Yiyi?" he repeated, as if he was smiling secretly from the bottom of his heart. He put the wine and the cup on the floor, and looked around like a thoughtful man, trying to make sure everything was perfect. Before leaving, he said to himself, "Looks like she's lost the book?"

Ji Ran poured the rest of his daughter Hong into the wine cup, took out his book, and began to compare.

On the paper he drew a three-field box with numbers and names.

He writes page after page the subtle differences between the first and second books, even the most insignificant details, including a stain and a slightly thicker ink. When he saw the first painting, the knight who had put his finger to his lips, he took out the magnifying glass in his bag, which was seven times the size, and compared the two paintings one by one. They are exactly the same. He noticed that even the force of the two imprints was the same. In the words of the bookstore owner he met earlier, he was in front of a pair of twins.

Printed on the same paper, blank on the back. The location is the same.

If it's not the gold inlaid jade nonsense, he has been given a strange job. It was impossible for him, at his level, to see which one was fake.

After drinking his daughter's red, he took a magnifying glass and continued to compare the second picture: the man with the long beard, standing in front of a closed door, holding two keys in his hand, and a lantern on the ground.

Ji Ran shook his head helplessly, now he was like a child, wasting time on a thing that was destined to be in vain.

Now it seems that the two books are identical in content.

These two Devil's Bibles are just that.

In addition to the basic information in the materials given to him by Jin Zhuyu, the most detailed introduction only briefly describes the nine pictures, without any detailed description.

As for the second painting, all accounts are: an old wise man or man standing in front of the door with two keys in his hands, but no one pays attention to which of his hands is actually holding it...... Such details. Now, Ji Ran has found the answer, in the first book, it is the left hand, and in the second book, it is the right hand.

As for how it is in the third book, it is impossible to verify at this time. Ji Ran was busy in the garden of silence until the evening, and in the faint candlelight, he kept writing notes, comparing the two books again and again.

All he can do now is find more evidence to support himself as soon as possible.

He had to go to Madame Du's, the third book was there, and the mystery might be there.

But now he has at least discovered something, and he is not looking for a needle in a haystack. It was a perfect start.

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When Ji waited until he left the manor, it was already dark, and he walked down the mountain on foot, but the apprehension in his heart actually appeared again.

He knew very well that he was being followed again.

Ji Ran really didn't know who the person who was following him was sacred.

I can't even find the slightest clue.

He simply didn't want to do it, but walked silently down the hill and mounted the horse he had come.

Gone in the dust.

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"Drive, drive, drive"

In the past, he was drunk a few times from the King of Han Liang and the Jinjiang River. The stone sits on the sleeves of the shirt cold, and the flowers return to the horseshoe fragrance. At the beginning, the wine was cheap and drunk, but today it is not easy to be worried. Secretly thinking about the old tour is like a dream, and the Furong City is boundless.

The season is just early spring, and outside Xingqing City, a galloping figure flashed by, and it was a little heroic and abnormal.

It's Ji Ran!

He rode a white horse without a single hair, galloped all the way, and arrived at the outskirts of Xingqing without a long time to speak.

Ji Ran walked back along the road he came, but the road became narrower and narrower, and then he turned a mountain col, but a few people who blocked the way blocked Ji Ran's way.

Five pretty women dressed in men's clothes rode on white camels, and without saying a word, they crossed the middle of the road.

"Girls, please give way. Ji Ran collected his thoughts, restrained Ma from a distance, and shouted loudly.

"This son, your horse is so handsome, it's good to lend it to us. The words of the four women were polite, but the tone was not flattering, and they seemed a little arrogant.