Chapter 208
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Later, they searched for many books that could be seen everywhere to decrypt the secret code in this way, but all failed.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were a little discouraged. The former narrowed his eyes into a seam and said, "Ningyan, you are not smart all of a sudden."
It can be clearly felt that Xu Qi'an's thinking activity has seriously declined, which is not as sharp as in the past.
Xu Qi'an raised his head, straight Leng Leng looking at the crisscross beams, no good way: "your friend's health is not good that few days, is not particularly no spirit?"
"How, how to mention my friend again..." Song Tingfeng was a little embarrassed.
"Ha ha." Xu Qi said, I haven't slept for 13 days. How fast do you expect my brain to turn? Susu's useless thing can't refresh her. What's the use of raising her.
However, the advantage of this charm lies not in the kernel, but in the supporting shell.
Raising a charm is equivalent to raising a fish pond. It's easier and more comfortable than his hard work in raising spare tires such as Huaiqing, Lin'an, Fuxiang and Caiwei.
At that time, the fish pond owner Xu Qi'an holds a steel fork, which fish he likes, he will insert it.
"Why don't you take a break." Song Tingfeng proposed.
"Ask the porter to bring some sweets." Xu Qian said.
The best way to fight brain fatigue is to take in sugar, which is the only energy that the brain can use. Most people like to eat sweets. In fact, it's not how delicious sweets are, but the brain urges the body to take in sugar.
Xu Qi'an needs sugar now.
The postmen made sweet soup of longan, egg flower, raisin cake, almond and bean curd for them.
Xu Qi'an, a short general, chose sweet longan egg soup and pushed almond bean curd to squint. Song Tingfeng was very happy and said with a smile: "Ningyan, how do you know I like sweet bean curd?"
Because you look is a heresy... Xu Qi'an said with a smile: "because we are brothers, see you wash your face with tears, give you tofu brain, sweet your heart."
Who washed his face with tears? Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes and knew that he was alluding to Su Su.
After all, Miss Su Su is really wonderful. She is a rare girl who can fight with me for 300 rounds. Song Tingfeng thinks about the enchanting love affair that happened in the private room of the teahouse today. It's ten o'clock.
"You won't understand. You're a prodigal, I'm not." Song Tingfeng shook his head and said with a sneer:
"before, when you just joined the watchman, I advised you to marry Constable LV Qinglu. You didn't agree with me. You turned around and got on well with Fu Xiang. I knew you were of the same kind at that time. If Constable Lu marries you, it's a flower on the cow dung. "
Xu Qi'an's mind flashed LV Qing's valiant appearance, and he didn't have a good way: "although the constable Lv is not beautiful, you say she is cow dung. It's too much."
"I didn't say she was cow dung, I said you."
"What did you say about flowers on cow dung?"
"....
after the dessert, because the famous detective Xu Ningyan was in a bad state, song Tingfeng took the responsibility of reasoning and cleared his throat:
" let's think about it from another perspective. If I were Zhou Min, I would hide the codebook in a place that the governor team could find at any time, but would not attract people's attention. "
"Well!" Xu Qi'an nodded.
"Zhou Min's residence has been checked, and there are no dark boxes or suspicious things. We have just compared the books he left. " Zhu Guangxiao said.
Song Tingfeng thought about it and touched his chin. "... maybe it's not a book? Zhou Min is very thoughtful. He can think of things that others can think of.
"We might as well change our thinking. It might be a book with words, but not a book? Ning Yan, do you think it's possible
"Very good, Tingfeng. Your intelligence has successfully attracted my attention. You are a genius who was delayed by the woman of the archdeacon."
What do you think is the sentence of "Qihui? It is not a book, but also in Zhou Min's relics. And it has to be quite thick... "
Xu Qi'an suddenly stopped.
"Is it the Yellow calendar?" Song Tingfeng was the first to shout out.
Zhu Guangxiao, a hard-working honest man, accurately found a thick almanac in the relic: "is it?"
"That's it!" Xu Qi'an vomited the turbid gas in his chest, and his eyes were filled with excitement.
It's a book, not a book. It's eye-catching and plain. According to the speculation and analysis of Zhou Min during this period, Xu Qi'an has a great deal of confidence to confirm that this is Zhou Min's style.
Three people can't wait to open the Yellow calendar, starting from the first word, counting to 162 words: day!
The "day" of Yimao day.
Then there is the 347th word, the fourth word, the first word, the second word.
Put it together: silent sunshine, one five!
Obviously, this is wrong.
Next, they use the second method, which takes the number of pages, not the number of words.Take the number of pages, then each word number corresponds to a day in the calendar. The combination is as follows:
Mo, April 6, January 15, January 29, January 25, January 26.
"Day, wrong again." Xu Qi'an threw the Yellow calendar away and scolded his mother: "this idea is wrong. Start over."
"Maybe we can untie the word" Mo "first, because it's the only word, and it's in the front row." Zhu Guangxiao put forward his own ideas.
The significance of platoon leader is very important.
Xu Qian pinched his eyebrows: "do you have any ideas?"
Zhu Guangxiao shook his head.
Xu Qi'an asked again: "the word" Mo "has no special meaning in our yamen, does it?"
Song Tingfeng pondered: "governor and Jiang Jinluo have already studied the secret code. If the word" silent "refers to a secret code in the yamen, they should be able to find it."
"What can the governor find? He's good at charades Xu Qi'an curled his mouth. The next moment, he was stunned.
Spiritual light burst out in the exhausted mind, flashed like lightning and flint.
He recalled that when he was still in the police academy, a professor of criminal psychology once said that a person's behavior is closely related to his habits.
In the analysis and profile of the target character, first of all, we should try our best to collect the other party's information and understand the other party's habits.
No matter how cunning a criminal is, there are traces of his behavior pattern, that is, his habits.
What is Zhou Min's habit?
It's a puzzle!
Yang Yingying said that Zhou Min likes to play charades with her when drinking. Therefore, when Zhou Min is thinking about how to hide evidence and leave clues, he will habitually move closer to the direction of charades. It can be inferred that the only word in the two groups of secret signs is also a charade. Xu Qi'an's thinking is more and more clear.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at each other and kept silent. Just a moment ago, Xu Ningyan's state came back, just like the sagacity and concentration of the original investigation of the Sangbo case.
Xu Qi'an, holding his eyebrows, asked: "I remember my colleagues who went to Huangbo street said that it was a dog market there?"
Song Tingfeng said, "it's a dog market. What's the matter?"
Xu Qi'an said: "the silent words are divided into" black "and" dog ". The information of Huangbo street is the clue left by Zhou Min in the last word puzzle game. I think it can be corresponded now."
"Do you think the code points to the dog market?" Song Tingfeng frowned, "what does this black represent? It's too arbitrary to judge whether the signal points to the dog market with just one dog word. "
"I have an idea." Xu Qi'an didn't finish. He went out to call a postman.
"My lords, what can I do for you?" Postscript road.
"What do you know about Huangbo street?" Asked Xu Qian.
"Huangbo street, that place is a mess. It's quiet in the daytime. But in the evening, there will be a mix of good and bad people. People who are sneaking around, tourists from the rivers and lakes, and even bandits outside will go to that street. " Answered the valet.
Is it dog meat or what kind of meat is sold there? Xu Qi'an said, "mountain bandits and Jianghu people should not go there to eat a bite of dog meat?"
"Of course not. What Huangbo street sells on the surface is dog meat. In fact, it's a black market. It's selling shady things and doing shady deals. " Postscript road.
"Have you ever been to the black market?" Asked Xu Qian.
"I went to buy dog meat," he muttered
Why do you have to make an embarrassing expression when you buy dog meat? Xu Qi'an frowned and said, "speak human words."
The courier whispered, "I've looked for a prostitute in shop No. 6 of Xin. That's what buying dog meat means."
Too young, looking for prostitutes are so timid, dare not say... Three people at the same time shaking their heads and sighing.
"Sin six?" Asked Xu Qian.
"The black market shop is named after tiangan dizhi." The young postman blushed and felt that he had been publicly executed.
Xu Qian nodded: "I know, you go down first."
Waiting for the courier to close the door and leave, listening to the sound of footsteps fading away, Xu Qi'an shrugged: "the situation is very obvious. Black dog refers to the black market with dog meat."
As for the reason why there is such a place in Baidi City, it is not surprising that the government has made a deal under its nose.
Even the best city in the world has many black markets.
Huangbo street is not far from the post station, but it belongs to the outer city. There is no curfew at night.
"What are the other signs?" Song Tingfeng asked himself: "it should tell us who to go to the black market, or how to find it."
"The answer is in the Yellow calendar." Xu Qi'an was very positive.
"We've checked it just now." Zhu Guangxiao looks at him.
"Huang Li's idea is right, but how could Zhou Min leave the vital clues in the relics?" Xu Qian said:"It's the Yellow calendar of previous years, not this year."
"What year is it?" Zhu Guangxiao said in a deep voice.
"Guangxiao, you are not as smart as Tingfeng today. There are so many years in the past. Dafeng has been established for 600 years. If he wants to find the right almanac, he is no doubt looking for a needle in a haystack. Zhou Min is not so stupid. Since it's not this year's Almanac, I guess that almanac has some unusual meaning for him.
"The Yellow calendar certainly does not have any special significance, but there are years, such as the date of birth, wedding day and so on. If you're right, it should be the lunar calendar 14 years ago.
"It's because he was appointed to Yunzhou."
Fourteen years ago, there was no post station this time. Only the Yamen and the bookstore had reservation. In order to keep a low profile, song Tingfeng didn't go to the yamen, but went to the bookstore.
A cup of tea, he rode back with the old calendar.
Xu Qi'an found a pen and paper and spread it out on the desk. Thinking that it was difficult for his words to be elegant, he pushed Zhu Guangxiao out to be a knife and pen official.
They used the previous method, using the method of "the first few words" to decrypt, and found that it was still wrong, and the copied words were wrong.
Then the "page number method" is adopted. Page 162 is May 12, which is suitable for market opening, marriage, residence and travel.
Don't: pray, open a warehouse, dig a well.
"Open the market!" Xu Qian captured the key information, "should be let us open at night, and then go to the black market."
His statement has been recognized by song Tingfeng.
Then there is the second group of code: three hundred forty-seven forty-twelve
Xu Qi'an turned to page 347, the date of which is January 15. He glanced at the Yellow calendar of that day, and finally came to realize it. Mao suddenly said, "I understand!
"162 and 347 refer to the number of pages, while four, one and two refer to the number of words. What's the word "wind" on page 2
Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes and read: "Ding 15..."
thinking of the message just said by the courier, he blurted out: "black market shop, Ding 15?"
The riddle has finally been solved...
Xu Qi'an and song Tingfeng feel relieved and lean back to the chair, exhaling a long breath.
Zhu Guangxiao also put down his pen and felt relaxed.
"Xu Xiaoguang was surprised to see the big words on the table
Song Tingfeng came to join in the fun and yelled: "can't get in the eye, can't get in the eye..."
ZHU Guangxiao was unconvinced: "your handwriting is very good?"
Song Tingfeng said: "my calligraphy is no worse than that of scholars. When I was a child, in order to practice calligraphy, I bought paper and ink frugally."
Xu Qi'an said: "when I was a child, my family was poor. In order to practice calligraphy, I used a brush to dip in water and practiced calligraphy in the yard for 20 years."
Zhu Guangxiao looked at them suspiciously and handed them the pen: "then you write a few for me to see."
Xu Qi'an and song Tingfeng turn around in tacit agreement and hook up their shoulders:
"after leaving, go back to the room and have a rest. Calligraphy is not used to show off."
"I think so, too."
Looking at their back, Zhu Guangxiao opened his mouth and looked down at his calligraphy. He secretly decided that he would start to practice calligraphy hard in the future and could not fall behind them in this small team.
When he goes back to the black market at night, he takes off his shoes and goes to bed in good condition.
Perhaps the brain is too tired, he did not enter the state for a long time, the mind is not controlled by the divergence, difficult to end.
Counting the time, Huaiqing and Lin'an are about to receive my letter. I hope that letter can turn Huaiqing's anger into joy, even though I don't know where I offended her. That silly girl must be very moved. She is better than Chu Caiwei's unsettled food...
as for whether the two princesses will exchange letters in private or be offended by others other than them Seeing this, Xu Qian thought it was impossible.
First, the relationship between Huaiqing and Lin'an is not harmonious, and there is absolutely no possibility of exchanging letters. What's more, his letters are somewhat ambiguous. Girls of this age are shameful and can't tell others such letters.
Second, Huaiqing and Liangliang are both mature princesses. When they are mature enough to be pregnant, they have the freedom and power to send and receive letters. The emperor and his concubines will not interfere. Others dare not open the princess's letters privately.
There is almost no possibility of exposure of his ambiguous letter to the two princesses.
Gradually, Xu Qi'an entered a state of contemplation.
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Later, they searched for many books that could be seen everywhere to decrypt the secret code in this way, but all failed.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were a little discouraged. The former narrowed his eyes into a seam and said, "Ningyan, you are not smart all of a sudden."
It can be clearly felt that Xu Qi'an's thinking activity has seriously declined, which is not as sharp as in the past.
Xu Qi'an raised his head, straight Leng Leng looking at the crisscross beams, no good way: "your friend's health is not good that few days, is not particularly no spirit?"
"How, how to mention my friend again..." Song Tingfeng was a little embarrassed.
"Ha ha." Xu Qi said, I haven't slept for 13 days. How fast do you expect my brain to turn? Susu's useless thing can't refresh her. What's the use of raising her.
However, the advantage of this charm lies not in the kernel, but in the supporting shell.
Raising a charm is equivalent to raising a fish pond. It's easier and more comfortable than his hard work in raising spare tires such as Huaiqing, Lin'an, Fuxiang and Caiwei.
At that time, the fish pond owner Xu Qi'an holds a steel fork, which fish he likes, he will insert it.
"Why don't you take a break." Song Tingfeng proposed.
"Ask the porter to bring some sweets." Xu Qian said.
The best way to fight brain fatigue is to take in sugar, which is the only energy that the brain can use. Most people like to eat sweets. In fact, it's not how delicious sweets are, but the brain urges the body to take in sugar.
Xu Qi'an needs sugar now.
The postmen made sweet soup of longan, egg flower, raisin cake, almond and bean curd for them.
Xu Qi'an, a short general, chose sweet longan egg soup and pushed almond bean curd to squint. Song Tingfeng was very happy and said with a smile: "Ningyan, how do you know I like sweet bean curd?"
Because you look is a heresy... Xu Qi'an said with a smile: "because we are brothers, see you wash your face with tears, give you tofu brain, sweet your heart."
Who washed his face with tears? Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes and knew that he was alluding to Su Su.
After all, Miss Su Su is really wonderful. She is a rare girl who can fight with me for 300 rounds. Song Tingfeng thinks about the enchanting love affair that happened in the private room of the teahouse today. It's ten o'clock.
"You won't understand. You're a prodigal, I'm not." Song Tingfeng shook his head and said with a sneer:
"before, when you just joined the watchman, I advised you to marry Constable LV Qinglu. You didn't agree with me. You turned around and got on well with Fu Xiang. I knew you were of the same kind at that time. If Constable Lu marries you, it's a flower on the cow dung. "
Xu Qi'an's mind flashed LV Qing's valiant appearance, and he didn't have a good way: "although the constable Lv is not beautiful, you say she is cow dung. It's too much."
"I didn't say she was cow dung, I said you."
"What did you say about flowers on cow dung?"
"....
after the dessert, because the famous detective Xu Ningyan was in a bad state, song Tingfeng took the responsibility of reasoning and cleared his throat:
" let's think about it from another perspective. If I were Zhou Min, I would hide the codebook in a place that the governor team could find at any time, but would not attract people's attention. "
"Well!" Xu Qi'an nodded.
"Zhou Min's residence has been checked, and there are no dark boxes or suspicious things. We have just compared the books he left. " Zhu Guangxiao said.
Song Tingfeng thought about it and touched his chin. "... maybe it's not a book? Zhou Min is very thoughtful. He can think of things that others can think of.
"We might as well change our thinking. It might be a book with words, but not a book? Ning Yan, do you think it's possible
"Very good, Tingfeng. Your intelligence has successfully attracted my attention. You are a genius who was delayed by the woman of the archdeacon."
What do you think is the sentence of "Qihui? It is not a book, but also in Zhou Min's relics. And it has to be quite thick... "
Xu Qi'an suddenly stopped.
"Is it the Yellow calendar?" Song Tingfeng was the first to shout out.
Zhu Guangxiao, a hard-working honest man, accurately found a thick almanac in the relic: "is it?"
"That's it!" Xu Qi'an vomited the turbid gas in his chest, and his eyes were filled with excitement.
It's a book, not a book. It's eye-catching and plain. According to the speculation and analysis of Zhou Min during this period, Xu Qi'an has a great deal of confidence to confirm that this is Zhou Min's style.
Three people can't wait to open the Yellow calendar, starting from the first word, counting to 162 words: day!
The "day" of Yimao day.
Then there is the 347th word, the fourth word, the first word, the second word.
Put it together: silent sunshine, one five!
Obviously, this is wrong.
Next, they use the second method, which takes the number of pages, not the number of words.Take the number of pages, then each word number corresponds to a day in the calendar. The combination is as follows:
Mo, April 6, January 15, January 29, January 25, January 26.
"Day, wrong again." Xu Qi'an threw the Yellow calendar away and scolded his mother: "this idea is wrong. Start over."
"Maybe we can untie the word" Mo "first, because it's the only word, and it's in the front row." Zhu Guangxiao put forward his own ideas.
The significance of platoon leader is very important.
Xu Qian pinched his eyebrows: "do you have any ideas?"
Zhu Guangxiao shook his head.
Xu Qi'an asked again: "the word" Mo "has no special meaning in our yamen, does it?"
Song Tingfeng pondered: "governor and Jiang Jinluo have already studied the secret code. If the word" silent "refers to a secret code in the yamen, they should be able to find it."
"What can the governor find? He's good at charades Xu Qi'an curled his mouth. The next moment, he was stunned.
Spiritual light burst out in the exhausted mind, flashed like lightning and flint.
He recalled that when he was still in the police academy, a professor of criminal psychology once said that a person's behavior is closely related to his habits.
In the analysis and profile of the target character, first of all, we should try our best to collect the other party's information and understand the other party's habits.
No matter how cunning a criminal is, there are traces of his behavior pattern, that is, his habits.
What is Zhou Min's habit?
It's a puzzle!
Yang Yingying said that Zhou Min likes to play charades with her when drinking. Therefore, when Zhou Min is thinking about how to hide evidence and leave clues, he will habitually move closer to the direction of charades. It can be inferred that the only word in the two groups of secret signs is also a charade. Xu Qi'an's thinking is more and more clear.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at each other and kept silent. Just a moment ago, Xu Ningyan's state came back, just like the sagacity and concentration of the original investigation of the Sangbo case.
Xu Qi'an, holding his eyebrows, asked: "I remember my colleagues who went to Huangbo street said that it was a dog market there?"
Song Tingfeng said, "it's a dog market. What's the matter?"
Xu Qi'an said: "the silent words are divided into" black "and" dog ". The information of Huangbo street is the clue left by Zhou Min in the last word puzzle game. I think it can be corresponded now."
"Do you think the code points to the dog market?" Song Tingfeng frowned, "what does this black represent? It's too arbitrary to judge whether the signal points to the dog market with just one dog word. "
"I have an idea." Xu Qi'an didn't finish. He went out to call a postman.
"My lords, what can I do for you?" Postscript road.
"What do you know about Huangbo street?" Asked Xu Qian.
"Huangbo street, that place is a mess. It's quiet in the daytime. But in the evening, there will be a mix of good and bad people. People who are sneaking around, tourists from the rivers and lakes, and even bandits outside will go to that street. " Answered the valet.
Is it dog meat or what kind of meat is sold there? Xu Qi'an said, "mountain bandits and Jianghu people should not go there to eat a bite of dog meat?"
"Of course not. What Huangbo street sells on the surface is dog meat. In fact, it's a black market. It's selling shady things and doing shady deals. " Postscript road.
"Have you ever been to the black market?" Asked Xu Qian.
"I went to buy dog meat," he muttered
Why do you have to make an embarrassing expression when you buy dog meat? Xu Qi'an frowned and said, "speak human words."
The courier whispered, "I've looked for a prostitute in shop No. 6 of Xin. That's what buying dog meat means."
Too young, looking for prostitutes are so timid, dare not say... Three people at the same time shaking their heads and sighing.
"Sin six?" Asked Xu Qian.
"The black market shop is named after tiangan dizhi." The young postman blushed and felt that he had been publicly executed.
Xu Qian nodded: "I know, you go down first."
Waiting for the courier to close the door and leave, listening to the sound of footsteps fading away, Xu Qi'an shrugged: "the situation is very obvious. Black dog refers to the black market with dog meat."
As for the reason why there is such a place in Baidi City, it is not surprising that the government has made a deal under its nose.
Even the best city in the world has many black markets.
Huangbo street is not far from the post station, but it belongs to the outer city. There is no curfew at night.
"What are the other signs?" Song Tingfeng asked himself: "it should tell us who to go to the black market, or how to find it."
"The answer is in the Yellow calendar." Xu Qi'an was very positive.
"We've checked it just now." Zhu Guangxiao looks at him.
"Huang Li's idea is right, but how could Zhou Min leave the vital clues in the relics?" Xu Qian said:"It's the Yellow calendar of previous years, not this year."
"What year is it?" Zhu Guangxiao said in a deep voice.
"Guangxiao, you are not as smart as Tingfeng today. There are so many years in the past. Dafeng has been established for 600 years. If he wants to find the right almanac, he is no doubt looking for a needle in a haystack. Zhou Min is not so stupid. Since it's not this year's Almanac, I guess that almanac has some unusual meaning for him.
"The Yellow calendar certainly does not have any special significance, but there are years, such as the date of birth, wedding day and so on. If you're right, it should be the lunar calendar 14 years ago.
"It's because he was appointed to Yunzhou."
Fourteen years ago, there was no post station this time. Only the Yamen and the bookstore had reservation. In order to keep a low profile, song Tingfeng didn't go to the yamen, but went to the bookstore.
A cup of tea, he rode back with the old calendar.
Xu Qi'an found a pen and paper and spread it out on the desk. Thinking that it was difficult for his words to be elegant, he pushed Zhu Guangxiao out to be a knife and pen official.
They used the previous method, using the method of "the first few words" to decrypt, and found that it was still wrong, and the copied words were wrong.
Then the "page number method" is adopted. Page 162 is May 12, which is suitable for market opening, marriage, residence and travel.
Don't: pray, open a warehouse, dig a well.
"Open the market!" Xu Qian captured the key information, "should be let us open at night, and then go to the black market."
His statement has been recognized by song Tingfeng.
Then there is the second group of code: three hundred forty-seven forty-twelve
Xu Qi'an turned to page 347, the date of which is January 15. He glanced at the Yellow calendar of that day, and finally came to realize it. Mao suddenly said, "I understand!
"162 and 347 refer to the number of pages, while four, one and two refer to the number of words. What's the word "wind" on page 2
Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes and read: "Ding 15..."
thinking of the message just said by the courier, he blurted out: "black market shop, Ding 15?"
The riddle has finally been solved...
Xu Qi'an and song Tingfeng feel relieved and lean back to the chair, exhaling a long breath.
Zhu Guangxiao also put down his pen and felt relaxed.
"Xu Xiaoguang was surprised to see the big words on the table
Song Tingfeng came to join in the fun and yelled: "can't get in the eye, can't get in the eye..."
ZHU Guangxiao was unconvinced: "your handwriting is very good?"
Song Tingfeng said: "my calligraphy is no worse than that of scholars. When I was a child, in order to practice calligraphy, I bought paper and ink frugally."
Xu Qi'an said: "when I was a child, my family was poor. In order to practice calligraphy, I used a brush to dip in water and practiced calligraphy in the yard for 20 years."
Zhu Guangxiao looked at them suspiciously and handed them the pen: "then you write a few for me to see."
Xu Qi'an and song Tingfeng turn around in tacit agreement and hook up their shoulders:
"after leaving, go back to the room and have a rest. Calligraphy is not used to show off."
"I think so, too."
Looking at their back, Zhu Guangxiao opened his mouth and looked down at his calligraphy. He secretly decided that he would start to practice calligraphy hard in the future and could not fall behind them in this small team.
When he goes back to the black market at night, he takes off his shoes and goes to bed in good condition.
Perhaps the brain is too tired, he did not enter the state for a long time, the mind is not controlled by the divergence, difficult to end.
Counting the time, Huaiqing and Lin'an are about to receive my letter. I hope that letter can turn Huaiqing's anger into joy, even though I don't know where I offended her. That silly girl must be very moved. She is better than Chu Caiwei's unsettled food...
as for whether the two princesses will exchange letters in private or be offended by others other than them Seeing this, Xu Qian thought it was impossible.
First, the relationship between Huaiqing and Lin'an is not harmonious, and there is absolutely no possibility of exchanging letters. What's more, his letters are somewhat ambiguous. Girls of this age are shameful and can't tell others such letters.
Second, Huaiqing and Liangliang are both mature princesses. When they are mature enough to be pregnant, they have the freedom and power to send and receive letters. The emperor and his concubines will not interfere. Others dare not open the princess's letters privately.
There is almost no possibility of exposure of his ambiguous letter to the two princesses.
Gradually, Xu Qi'an entered a state of contemplation.
Later, they searched for many books that could be seen everywhere to decrypt the secret code in this way, but all failed. Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were a little discouraged. The former narrowed his eyes into a seam and said, "Ningyan, you are not smart all of a sudden." It can be clearly felt that Xu Qi'an's thinking activity has seriously declined, which is not as sharp as in the past. Xu Qi'an raised his head, straight Leng Leng looking at the crisscross beams, no good way: "your friend's health is not good that few days, is not particularly no spirit?" "How, how to mention my friend again..." Song Tingfeng was a little embarrassed. "Ha ha." Xu Qi said, I haven't slept for 13 days. How fast do you expect my brain to turn? Susu's useless thing can't refresh her. What's the use of raising her. However, the advantage of this charm lies not in the kernel, but in the supporting shell. Raising a charm is equivalent to raising a fish pond. It's easier and more comfortable than his hard work in raising spare tires such as Huaiqing, Lin'an, Fuxiang and Caiwei. At that time, the fish pond owner Xu Qi'an holds a steel fork, which fish he likes, he will insert it. "Why don't you take a break." Song Tingfeng proposed. "Ask the porter to bring some sweets." Xu Qian said. The best way to fight brain fatigue is to take in sugar, which is the only energy that the brain can use. Most people like to eat sweets. In fact, it's not how delicious sweets are, but the brain urges the body to take in sugar. Xu Qi'an needs sugar now. The postmen made sweet soup of longan, egg flower, raisin cake, almond and bean curd for them. Xu Qi'an, a short general, chose sweet longan egg soup and pushed almond bean curd to squint. Song Tingfeng was very happy and said with a smile: "Ningyan, how do you know I like sweet bean curd?" Because you look is a heresy... Xu Qi'an said with a smile: "because we are brothers, see you wash your face with tears, give you tofu brain, sweet your heart." Who washed his face with tears? Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes and knew that he was alluding to Su Su. After all, Miss Su Su is really wonderful. She is a rare girl who can fight with me for 300 rounds. Song Tingfeng thinks about the enchanting love affair that happened in the private room of the teahouse today. It's ten o'clock. "You won't understand. You're a prodigal, I'm not." Song Tingfeng shook his head and said with a sneer: "before, when you just joined the watchman, I advised you to marry Constable LV Qinglu. You didn't agree with me. You turned around and got on well with Fu Xiang. I knew you were of the same kind at that time. If Constable Lu marries you, it's a flower on the cow dung. " Xu Qi'an's mind flashed LV Qing's valiant appearance, and he didn't have a good way: "although the constable Lv is not beautiful, you say she is cow dung. It's too much." "I didn't say she was cow dung, I said you." "What did you say about flowers on cow dung?" ".... after the dessert, because the famous detective Xu Ningyan was in a bad state, song Tingfeng took the responsibility of reasoning and cleared his throat: " let's think about it from another perspective. If I were Zhou Min, I would hide the codebook in a place that the governor team could find at any time, but would not attract people's attention. " "Well!" Xu Qi'an nodded. "Zhou Min's residence has been checked, and there are no dark boxes or suspicious things. We have just compared the books he left. " Zhu Guangxiao said. Song Tingfeng thought about it and touched his chin. "... maybe it's not a book? Zhou Min is very thoughtful. He can think of things that others can think of. "We might as well change our thinking. It might be a book with words, but not a book? Ning Yan, do you think it's possible "Very good, Tingfeng. Your intelligence has successfully attracted my attention. You are a genius who was delayed by the woman of the archdeacon." What do you think is the sentence of "Qihui? It is not a book, but also in Zhou Min's relics. And it has to be quite thick... "Xu Qi'an suddenly stopped. "Is it the Yellow calendar?" Song Tingfeng was the first to shout out. Zhu Guangxiao, a hard-working honest man, accurately found a thick almanac in the relic: "is it?" "That's it!" Xu Qi'an vomited the turbid gas in his chest, and his eyes were filled with excitement. It's a book, not a book. It's eye-catching and plain. According to the speculation and analysis of Zhou Min during this period, Xu Qi'an has a great deal of confidence to confirm that this is Zhou Min's style. Three people can't wait to open the Yellow calendar, starting from the first word, counting to 162 words: day! The "day" of Yimao day. Then there is the 347th word, the fourth word, the first word, the second word. Put it together: silent sunshine, one five! Obviously, this is wrong. Next, they use the second method, which takes the number of pages, not the number of words.Take the number of pages, then each word number corresponds to a day in the calendar. The combination is as follows: Mo, April 6, January 15, January 29, January 25, January 26. "Day, wrong again." Xu Qi'an threw the Yellow calendar away and scolded his mother: "this idea is wrong. Start over." "Maybe we can untie the word" Mo "first, because it's the only word, and it's in the front row." Zhu Guangxiao put forward his own ideas. The significance of platoon leader is very important. Xu Qian pinched his eyebrows: "do you have any ideas?" Zhu Guangxiao shook his head. Xu Qi'an asked again: "the word" Mo "has no special meaning in our yamen, does it?" Song Tingfeng pondered: "governor and Jiang Jinluo have already studied the secret code. If the word" silent "refers to a secret code in the yamen, they should be able to find it." "What can the governor find? He's good at charades Xu Qi'an curled his mouth. The next moment, he was stunned. Spiritual light burst out in the exhausted mind, flashed like lightning and flint. He recalled that when he was still in the police academy, a professor of criminal psychology once said that a person's behavior is closely related to his habits. In the analysis and profile of the target character, first of all, we should try our best to collect the other party's information and understand the other party's habits. No matter how cunning a criminal is, there are traces of his behavior pattern, that is, his habits. What is Zhou Min's habit? It's a puzzle! Yang Yingying said that Zhou Min likes to play charades with her when drinking. Therefore, when Zhou Min is thinking about how to hide evidence and leave clues, he will habitually move closer to the direction of charades. It can be inferred that the only word in the two groups of secret signs is also a charade. Xu Qi'an's thinking is more and more clear. Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at each other and kept silent. Just a moment ago, Xu Ningyan's state came back, just like the sagacity and concentration of the original investigation of the Sangbo case. Xu Qi'an, holding his eyebrows, asked: "I remember my colleagues who went to Huangbo street said that it was a dog market there?" Song Tingfeng said, "it's a dog market. What's the matter?" Xu Qi'an said: "the silent words are divided into" black "and" dog ". The information of Huangbo street is the clue left by Zhou Min in the last word puzzle game. I think it can be corresponded now." "Do you think the code points to the dog market?" Song Tingfeng frowned, "what does this black represent? It's too arbitrary to judge whether the signal points to the dog market with just one dog word. " "I have an idea." Xu Qi'an didn't finish. He went out to call a postman. "My lords, what can I do for you?" Postscript road. "What do you know about Huangbo street?" Asked Xu Qian. "Huangbo street, that place is a mess. It's quiet in the daytime. But in the evening, there will be a mix of good and bad people. People who are sneaking around, tourists from the rivers and lakes, and even bandits outside will go to that street. " Answered the valet. Is it dog meat or what kind of meat is sold there? Xu Qi'an said, "mountain bandits and Jianghu people should not go there to eat a bite of dog meat?" "Of course not. What Huangbo street sells on the surface is dog meat. In fact, it's a black market. It's selling shady things and doing shady deals. " Postscript road. "Have you ever been to the black market?" Asked Xu Qian. "I went to buy dog meat," he muttered Why do you have to make an embarrassing expression when you buy dog meat? Xu Qi'an frowned and said, "speak human words." The courier whispered, "I've looked for a prostitute in shop No. 6 of Xin. That's what buying dog meat means." Too young, looking for prostitutes are so timid, dare not say... Three people at the same time shaking their heads and sighing. "Sin six?" Asked Xu Qian. "The black market shop is named after tiangan dizhi." The young postman blushed and felt that he had been publicly executed. Xu Qian nodded: "I know, you go down first." Waiting for the courier to close the door and leave, listening to the sound of footsteps fading away, Xu Qi'an shrugged: "the situation is very obvious. Black dog refers to the black market with dog meat." As for the reason why there is such a place in Baidi City, it is not surprising that the government has made a deal under its nose. Even the best city in the world has many black markets. Huangbo street is not far from the post station, but it belongs to the outer city. There is no curfew at night. "What are the other signs?" Song Tingfeng asked himself: "it should tell us who to go to the black market, or how to find it." "The answer is in the Yellow calendar." Xu Qi'an was very positive. "We've checked it just now." Zhu Guangxiao looks at him. "Huang Li's idea is right, but how could Zhou Min leave the vital clues in the relics?" Xu Qian said:"It's the Yellow calendar of previous years, not this year." "What year is it?" Zhu Guangxiao said in a deep voice. "Guangxiao, you are not as smart as Tingfeng today. There are so many years in the past. Dafeng has been established for 600 years. If he wants to find the right almanac, he is no doubt looking for a needle in a haystack. Zhou Min is not so stupid. Since it's not this year's Almanac, I guess that almanac has some unusual meaning for him. "The Yellow calendar certainly does not have any special significance, but there are years, such as the date of birth, wedding day and so on. If you're right, it should be the lunar calendar 14 years ago. "It's because he was appointed to Yunzhou." Fourteen years ago, there was no post station this time. Only the Yamen and the bookstore had reservation. In order to keep a low profile, song Tingfeng didn't go to the yamen, but went to the bookstore. A cup of tea, he rode back with the old calendar. Xu Qi'an found a pen and paper and spread it out on the desk. Thinking that it was difficult for his words to be elegant, he pushed Zhu Guangxiao out to be a knife and pen official. They used the previous method, using the method of "the first few words" to decrypt, and found that it was still wrong, and the copied words were wrong. Then the "page number method" is adopted. Page 162 is May 12, which is suitable for market opening, marriage, residence and travel. Don't: pray, open a warehouse, dig a well. "Open the market!" Xu Qian captured the key information, "should be let us open at night, and then go to the black market." His statement has been recognized by song Tingfeng. Then there is the second group of code: three hundred forty-seven forty-twelve Xu Qi'an turned to page 347, the date of which is January 15. He glanced at the Yellow calendar of that day, and finally came to realize it. Mao suddenly said, "I understand! "162 and 347 refer to the number of pages, while four, one and two refer to the number of words. What's the word "wind" on page 2 Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes and read: "Ding 15..." thinking of the message just said by the courier, he blurted out: "black market shop, Ding 15?" The riddle has finally been solved... Xu Qi'an and song Tingfeng feel relieved and lean back to the chair, exhaling a long breath. Zhu Guangxiao also put down his pen and felt relaxed. "Xu Xiaoguang was surprised to see the big words on the table Song Tingfeng came to join in the fun and yelled: "can't get in the eye, can't get in the eye..." ZHU Guangxiao was unconvinced: "your handwriting is very good?" Song Tingfeng said: "my calligraphy is no worse than that of scholars. When I was a child, in order to practice calligraphy, I bought paper and ink frugally." Xu Qi'an said: "when I was a child, my family was poor. In order to practice calligraphy, I used a brush to dip in water and practiced calligraphy in the yard for 20 years." Zhu Guangxiao looked at them suspiciously and handed them the pen: "then you write a few for me to see." Xu Qi'an and song Tingfeng turn around in tacit agreement and hook up their shoulders: "after leaving, go back to the room and have a rest. Calligraphy is not used to show off." "I think so, too." Looking at their back, Zhu Guangxiao opened his mouth and looked down at his calligraphy. He secretly decided that he would start to practice calligraphy hard in the future and could not fall behind them in this small team. When he goes back to the black market at night, he takes off his shoes and goes to bed in good condition. Perhaps the brain is too tired, he did not enter the state for a long time, the mind is not controlled by the divergence, difficult to end. Counting the time, Huaiqing and Lin'an are about to receive my letter. I hope that letter can turn Huaiqing's anger into joy, even though I don't know where I offended her. That silly girl must be very moved. She is better than Chu Caiwei's unsettled food... as for whether the two princesses will exchange letters in private or be offended by others other than them Seeing this, Xu Qian thought it was impossible. First, the relationship between Huaiqing and Lin'an is not harmonious, and there is absolutely no possibility of exchanging letters. What's more, his letters are somewhat ambiguous. Girls of this age are shameful and can't tell others such letters. Second, Huaiqing and Liangliang are both mature princesses. When they are mature enough to be pregnant, they have the freedom and power to send and receive letters. The emperor and his concubines will not interfere. Others dare not open the princess's letters privately. There is almost no possibility of exposure of his ambiguous letter to the two princesses. Gradually, Xu Qi'an entered a state of contemplation.
