Nightwatcher Chapter 205: Xu 7’an: The princesses should soon receive my ambiguous text message
Afterwards, they searched for many books that can be found everywhere and used this method to decrypt the secret codes, but they all failed.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were a little discouraged. The former narrowed his eyes into a slit and said, "Ning Yan, you are suddenly not smart."
It can be clearly felt that Xu Qi'an's mental activity has seriously decreased, not as sharp as before.
Xu Qi'an raised his head and stared at the criss-cross beams. He said in a stunned manner: "Did your friend feel particularly sluggish during the few days when he was in poor health?"
"Why, why do you mention my friend again..." Song Tingfeng was a little embarrassed.
"Hehe." Xu Qianxin said, I haven't slept for 13 days, how fast do you expect my mind to turn? Susu's useless thing can't be refreshed, so what's the point of raising her.
However, the advantage of this charm is not the core, but the matching shell.
Raising a charm is equivalent to raising a fish pond, which is more relaxed and comfortable than his hard work in raising spare tires such as Huaiqing, Lin'an, Fuxiang and Caiwei.
When the time comes, the fish pond owner Xu Qi'an holds a steel fork in his hand, and sees which fish he sees, so he will quickly insert it.
"It's better to take a break." Song Tingfeng suggested.
"Let the postman bring some sweets." Xu Qi'an said.
The best way to combat brain fatigue is to consume sugar. Sugar is the only energy available to the brain. Most people like to eat sweets. In fact, it is not how delicious the sweets are, but the brain encourages the body to consume sugar. .
Xu Qi'an needs sugar now.
Yixu made them sweet longan egg soup, raisin cakes, almond tofu...sweet.
Xu Qi'an pulled out the general from the short one, chose the sweet longan egg flower soup, and pushed the almond tofu brain to squinted eyes. Song Tingfeng immediately became happy and smiled: "Ning Yan, how do you know I like to eat sweet tofu brain? "
Because you look like a heresy... Xu Qi'an smiled and said: "Because we are brothers, see you wash your face with tears, give you tofu brain, sweet your heart."
Who washed away with tears? Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes, knowing that he was alluding to Miss Su Su.
By the way, the girl Susu is so wonderful, it is rare, a girl who can fight me for 300 rounds... Song Tingfeng thought about the ecstasy that happened in the teahouse private room today, ten more.
"You won't understand, you are a prodigal son, I am not anymore." Song Tingfeng shook his head and sneered:
"When you first joined the guard, I advised you to marry Lu Qing and Lu catch your head. You twisted and disagreed. Turning your head to get along with Fuxiang, I knew you were of the same kind. If I marry you, it will be a flower on the cow dung."
Xu Qi'an flashed Lu Qingying's saucy look in his mind, and said with no good air: "Although Lu's head is not beautiful, but you say she is cow dung, it's too much."
"I didn't say she was cow dung, I said you."
"Then what do you mean by putting flowers on the cow dung?"
"...."
After eating dessert, because the well-known detective Xu Ningyan was in poor condition, Song Tingfeng took the initiative to assume the responsibility of reasoning and cleared his throat:
"Let’s think about it in another way. If I were Zhou Min, I would definitely hide the codebook in a place where the governor’s team could find it at any time, but it was not noticeable."
"Hmm!" Xu Qi'an nodded.
"Zhou Min's residence has been checked, and there are no secrets and suspicious things. We have compared the books he left behind." Zhu Guangxiao said.
Song Tingfeng thought for a while, and touched his chin, "...maybe, it may not be a book? Zhou Min is thoughtful, and he can certainly think of things that others can think of.
"Let’s change our mindset. It might be a book with words but not a book? Ning Yan, do you think there is such a possibility."
"Very well, Tingfeng, your ingenuity and wisdom have successfully attracted my attention. You are a genius who was delayed by the woman of the Jiaofang Division." Xu Qi'an praised and asked:
"Then what do you think it will be? It is neither a book, but also in Zhou Min's relic. And it must have a considerable thickness..."
Xu Qi'an suddenly stopped.
"Is it the yellow calendar?!" Song Tingfeng called out first.
Zhu Guangxiao, an honest and hard-working man, accurately searched through the relic to find a thick almanac: "Is it it?"
"That's it!" Xu Qi'an exhaled the foul breath in his chest, eyes full of excitement.
It is both a book and not a book. Both eye-catching and unremarkable. Based on the estimation and analysis of Zhou Min's character during this period, Xu Qi'an is confident to confirm that this is Zhou Min's style.
The three people can’t wait to open the almanac, starting from the first character, counting to the one hundred and sixty-second character: day!
The "day" of Yimao Day.
Then there are three hundred and forty-seven words, the fourth word, the first word, and the second word.
Combine it together: Ding Yiwu in the sun!
Obviously, this is wrong.
Next, they adopted the second method, taking the number of pages instead of words.
If you take the number of pages, then each word count corresponds to a certain day in the calendar. The combination is as follows:
Mo, April 6, January 15, January 29, January 25, January 26.
"Day, it's wrong again." Xu Qi'an lost the yellow calendar and scolded his mother: "This idea is wrong, start over."
"Perhaps we can unravel the word "silence" first, because it is the only word and it is the first one." Zhu Guangxiao put forward his own ideas.
The meaning of the top is very important.
Xu Qi'an squeezed her eyebrows: "Do you have any ideas?"
Zhu Guangxiao shook his head.
Xu Qi'an asked again: "The word silent has no special meaning in our yamen?"
Song Tingfeng said in deep thought: "The governor and Jiang Jinluo have already studied the code. If the word "silence" refers to a code in the Yamen, Mr. Jiang and the governor should be able to find it."
"What can the governor find? He is also good at guessing anagrams." Xu Qi'an curled his lips, and the next moment, he was stunned.
Aura burst out in the exhausted mind, flashing like lightning and flint.
He remembered that when he was still in the police academy, a professor who studied criminal psychology once said that a person's behavior is closely related to his habits.
When analyzing and profiling the target person, we must first collect the other party’s information as much as possible and understand the other party’s habits.
No matter how cunning criminals are, there is a pattern to follow, and that is his habit.
What is Zhou Min's habit?
It's an anagram!
Yang Yingying said that Zhou Min likes to play word-guessing puzzles with her while drinking....So, when Zhou Min thinks about how to hide evidence and leave clues, he will habitually move closer to the word puzzle... Inferring from this, the only word in the two sets of codes is also an anagram. Xu Qi'an's thinking became clearer and clearer.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao glanced at each other and kept silent tacitly. Just now, Xu Ningyan returned to his state, just as wise and focused as he was when he was investigating the Sangbo case.
Silent, the black dog is opened...Xu Qi'an pinched his eyebrows, and asked: "I remember my colleagues who went to Huangbo Street said, where is the dog market?"
Song Tingfeng said, "It's a dog market, what's wrong?"
Xu Qi'an said: "The silent words are separated, they are "black" and "dog", and the message from Huangbo Street is the clue left by Zhou Min in the last anagram game. I think it can be matched now. Up."
"Do you think the code points to the dog market?" Song Tingfeng frowned, "What does this black mean? Just a dog character, is it too arbitrary to judge the code points to the dog market."
"I have an idea." Xu Qi'an didn't finish speaking, and went out and called the postman.
"Several adults, what are your orders?" the postman said.
"How much do you know about Huangbo Street." Xu Qi'an asked.
"Wongbo Street, the place is messy, it's fine in the daytime, and it's quiet. But at night, there is a mixture of fish and fish, everyone, sneaky, tourists, and even bandits outside. I will go to that street too." Yi Zuo replied.
Is it dog meat or what kind of meat it sells there... Xu Qi'an slandered and thought: "Mountain bandits and rivers and lakes, shouldn't they go there for a bite of dog meat?"
"Of course not. Whampoa Street sells dog meat on the surface, but it's actually a black market. It sells shameful things and makes shameless transactions." The postman said.
"Have you ever been to the black market?" Xu Qi'an asked.
Yi Zu suddenly showed shame, and said: "I have bought dog meat."
Why do you have to make an embarrassing face when you buy dog meat... Xu Qi'an frowned and said, "Speaking of people."
Yizu whispered: "I found a prostitute at Xin No.6 shop. This is what I mean by buying dog meat."
Too young, looking for prostitutes are so twitchy and dare not say... the three shook their heads and sighed at the same time.
"Xin 6?" Xu Qi'an asked.
"The black market shop is named after the zodiac." The young postman blushed and felt that he had been publicly executed.
Xu Qi'an nodded: "I see, you can go down first."
When the postmen closed and left, listening to the sound of footsteps drifting away, Xu Qi'an shrugged: "The situation is very obvious. The black dog refers to this black market where dog meat is hanging."
As for why there is such a place in Baidi City, it is not surprising to make shameless transactions under the eyes of the government.
Even the best city in the world, there are many black markets.
Huangbo Street is not far from the station, but it belongs to the outer city, and there is no curfew at night.
"What do the other codes refer to?" Song Tingfeng asked and replied: "It should be telling us who or how to find the black market."
"The answer is in the almanac." Xu Qi'an said very positively.
"We have checked it just now." Zhu Guangxiao looked at him.
"The idea of the yellow calendar is correct, but how could Zhou Min leave vital clues in the relic." Xu Qi'an said:
"It is the almanac of previous years, not this year."
"What year is it?" Zhu Guangxiao said solemnly.
"Guangxiao, today you are obviously not as smart as Ting Fan. There were so many in previous years. For 600 years since the establishment of the country, Zhou Min does not seem so stupid to find the correct almanac. Since it is not the almanac of this year , I guess that almanac has some unusual meaning to him.
"Of course, the yellow calendar does not have any special meaning, but there are years, such as birth date, wedding day, etc. If you guessed it correctly, it should be the yellow calendar 14 years ago.
"Because that was the beginning of Zhou Min's appointment to Yunzhou."
The old yellow calendar fourteen years ago, this time the post is gone, only the Yamen and the Bookstore still have reservations. In order to keep a low profile, Song Tingfeng did not find the Yamen, but went to the Bookstore.
For a cup of tea, he rode a horse and returned with the old almanac.
Xu Qi'an found paper and pen, spread it out on the table, thinking that his handwriting was difficult to be elegant, so he pushed Zhu Guangxiao out as a knife and penman.
They used the previous method and used the method of "the first few characters" to decrypt, and found that it was still wrong, and the words that were copied were wrong.
Then adopt the "page counting method", page 162 is May 12th, suitable: opening of the market, marriage, entering the house, traveling.
Don't: pray for blessings, open warehouses, dig wells.
"Open the market!" Xu Qi'an captured the key information, "It should be that we will go to the black market after the market opens at night."
His statement was approved by Song Tingfeng.
Then comes the second set of secret codes: Sanbaisi, picking Qisiyi two
Xu Qi'an turned to page 347. The date on this page was January 15. He glanced at the almanac of that day, and finally realized it suddenly, and said:
"I see!
"One hundred and sixty-two and three hundred and forty-seven refer to the number of pages, four, one, and two refer to the number of characters. Look, the fourth, first, and second characters of this page , What is it connected?"
Song Tingfeng squinted and read: "Ding 15..."
Reminiscent of the information Yi Zu just said, he blurted out: "Black market shop, Ding No. 15?"
The puzzle is finally solved...
Xu Qi'an and Song Tingfeng were relieved, leaned back in their chairs and let out a long breath.
Zhu Guangxiao also put aside the pen, feeling relaxed.
Xu Qi'an walked to the table, took a closer look, and said with a startled expression: "Guangxiao, your writing is so ugly."
Song Tingfeng ran over to join in the fun, and yelled: "I can't get into the eye, I can't get into the eye..."
Zhu Guangxiao is not convinced: "The characters you write are pretty?"
Song Tingfeng arrogantly said: "My calligraphy is not worse than that of a scholar. When I was a child, I bought paper and ink frugally to practice calligraphy~ IndoMTL.com~ Xu Qi'an said: "When I was young, my family was poor. For calligraphy practice, I used Dip the brush in water and practice calligraphy in the yard for twenty years. "
Zhu Guangxiao glanced at them suspiciously, and handed over the pen: "Then you write some for me to see."
Xu Qi'an and Song Tingfeng turned around tacitly, hooking their shoulders together:
"Go, go back to the room and rest, calligraphy is not for dazzling."
"I think so too."
Looking at the back of the two of them leaving, Zhu Guangxiao opened his mouth, looked down at his calligraphy, and secretly decided that he would start to practice calligraphy hard in the future, and he should not be behind them in this small team.
Back to the room, Xu Qi'an took off his shoes and went to bed to meditate to make sure that he was in good condition when he went to the black market at night.
Perhaps the brain is too tired, he hasn't entered the state for a long time, his thoughts diverge uncontrollably, and it is difficult to condense.
...Calculating the time, Huaiqing and Lin'an have almost received my letter...I hope that letter can turn Huaiqing into joy, although I don’t know where I offended She....The silly girl in Biaobi must be very moved, she is better than Chu Caiwei's unloved foodie...
As for whether the two princesses would exchange letters in private, or be seen by someone other than them, Xu Qi'an thought it was impossible.
First, the relationship between Huaiqing and Lin'an is not harmonious. There is absolutely no possibility of exchanging letters. Moreover, the letter he wrote is a bit ambiguous. Girls of this age have a face, and it is impossible to tell others this kind of letter.
Secondly, both Huaiqing and Biaobian are mature princesses, mature enough to be pregnant, and have the freedom and power to send and receive letters. The emperor and concubines will not intervene, and others dare not open the princess’ letters privately. .
There is almost no possibility that his little gong wrote ambiguous letters to the two princesses.
Gradually, Xu Qi'an entered a state of visualization.