Chapter 207: Chapter 207 Xu Qian'an: The princesses should be receiving my ambiguous text messages soon

Chapter 207: Chapter 207 Xu Qian'an: The princesses should be receiving my ambiguous text messages soonAfterwards, they found many books that could be found everywhere and tried to decrypt the code in this way, but they all failed.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were a little discouraged. The former narrowed his eyes and said, "Ning Yan, you are suddenly not smart anymore."

It can be clearly felt that Xu Qi'an's thinking activity has seriously declined and is not as sharp as before.

Xu Qi'an raised his head and stared at the criss-crossing beams, and said unhappily, "Did your friend feel particularly listless during the days when he was not in good health?"

"Why, why do you mention my friend again..." Song Tingfeng was a little embarrassed.

"Hehe." Xu Qi'an thought to himself, I haven't slept for thirteen days, how fast do you expect my brain to turn? Su Su, that useless thing, can't even refresh herself, what's the point of raising her.

However, the advantage of this kind of charm is not in the core, but in the matching shell. Raising a charm is equivalent to raising a fish pond, which is more relaxed and comfortable than raising Huaiqing, Lin'an, Fuxiang, Caiwei and other spare tires.

At that time, the fish pond owner Xu Qian'an would hold a steel fork in his hand and stab any fish he saw with his eye.

"Why not take a break?" Song Tingfeng suggested.

"Ask the postman to bring some sweets." Xu Qian'an said.

The best way to fight brain fatigue is to take in sugar, which is the only energy the brain can use. Most people like to eat sweets, not because they are so delicious, but because the brain prompts the body to take in sugar.

Xu Qian'an needs sugar right now.

The postman made them sweet longan egg soup, raisin cakes, almond tofu pudding...sweet.

Xu Qian'an picked the longan and egg drop sweet soup, and pushed the almond tofu pudding to Mimiyan. Song Tingfeng was immediately happy and said with a smile: "Ning Yan, how do you know I like sweet tofu pudding."

Because you look like a heretic...Xu Qian'an smiled and said: "Because we are brothers, seeing you crying, I will give you tofu pudding to sweeten your heart."

Who cried? Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes, knowing that he was referring to Miss Su Su.

Speaking of which, Miss Su Su is really wonderful, a rare girl who can fight with me for three hundred rounds...Song Tingfeng thought about the ecstasy that happened in the teahouse private room today, and it was ten o'clock.

"You won't understand. You are a playboy, and I am not." Song Tingfeng shook his head and sneered:

"When you first joined the night watchmen, I advised you to marry Captain Lu Qing, but you hesitated and refused. Then you went to get together with Fuxiang. I knew you were the same kind of person. If Captain Lu married you, it would be like a flower stuck in cow dung."

Xu Qian'an's mind flashed with the heroic appearance of Lu Qing, and he said unhappily: "Although Captain Lu is not as beautiful as Fuxiang, you said she is cow dung, which is too much."

"I didn't say she is cow dung, I said you."

"Then what flowers stuck in cow dung are you talking about?"

"..."

After eating dessert, because the famous detective Xu Ningyan was not in good condition, Song Tingfeng took the initiative to take on the responsibility of reasoning and cleared his throat:

"Let's think about it from another perspective. If I were Zhou Min, I would definitely hide the code book in a place where the governor's team can find it at any time, but it would not attract attention."

"Yes!" Xu Qian'an nodded.

"We have checked Zhou Min's residence. There are no secret compartments or suspicious things. We have just 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 meticulous. He can definitely think of things that others can think of.

"Let's change our thinking. It may be a book with words written on it, but it is not a book? Ning Yan, do you think there is such a possibility?"

"Very good, Tingfeng, your intelligence has successfully attracted my attention. You are a genius who was delayed by the women of the Jiaofangsi." Xu Qian'an praised and asked: "Then what do you think it is? It is not a book, but it is among Zhou Min's relics. And it must be quite thick..."

Xu Qian'an suddenly stopped.

"Is it the almanac?! "Song Tingfeng was the first to shout.

Zhu Guangxiao, an honest man who worked hard, accurately found a thick almanac among the relics: "Is it this?"

"It is this! "Xu Qiyan exhaled all the turbid air in his chest, his eyes filled with excitement.

It is both a book and not a book. It is eye-catching and ordinary. According to the speculation and analysis of Zhou Min during this period, Xu Qiyan is very sure to confirm that this is Zhou Min's style.

The three of them can't wait to open the almanac, starting from the first word, and count to the 162nd word: day!

The "day" of Yimao day.

Then comes the 347th word, the fourth word, the first word, and the second word.

Combined together: Mo Ri Guang Ding Yi Wu!

Obviously, this is wrong.

Then, they adopted the second method, taking the number of pages instead of the number of

words.

If the number of pages is taken, 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 Qiyan threw the almanac away and cursed, "This idea is wrong, start

over."

"Perhaps we can solve the word "silent" first, because it is the only word and it is the first."

Zhu Guangxiao put forward his own idea.

The meaning of the first is very important.

Xu Qiyan pinched his eyebrows: "Then do you have any ideas?"

Zhu Guangxiao shook his head.

Xu Qiyan asked again: "The word "silent" has no special meaning in our yamen, right?"

Song Tingfeng pondered and said: "The governor and Jiang Jinluo have already studied the secret code. If the word "silent" refers to a secret code in the yamen, Jiang and the governor should be able to find it."

"What can the governor find? He is only good at guessing riddles. "Xu Qiyan curled his lips, and the next moment, he was stunned.

A flash of inspiration burst out in his exhausted mind, flashing like lightning. He remembered that when he was still in the police academy, a professor who studied criminal psychology once said that a person's behavior and his habits are closely related. When analyzing and profiling the target person, the first thing to do is to collect as much information as possible about the other party and understand the other party's habits. No matter how cunning the criminal is, there are traces of his behavior pattern, that is, his

habits.

What is Zhou Min's habit?

It's a riddle!

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Zhou Min was thinking about how to hide evidence and leave clues, he would habitually move towards the direction of riddles... From this, it can be inferred that the only word in the two sets of codes is also a riddle. Xu Qiyan's thoughts became clearer and clearer.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at each other and kept silent tacitly. Just a moment ago, Xu Ningyan's state returned, as wise and focused as when he was investigating the

Sangbo case.

*, split into black and dog... Xu Qian'an pinched his eyebrows and asked: "I remember my colleagues who went to Huangbo Street said that there was a dog market there?"

Song Tingfeng said "hmm": "It's a dog market, what's wrong?"

Xu Qian'an said: "The word is split into "" and "", and the information about Huangbo Street is the clue left by Zhou Min in the last word puzzle game. I think it can be matched

now."

"Do you think the code points to the dog market?" Song Tingfeng frowned, "Then what does

this black represent? Just a dog word, it is too arbitrary to judge that the code points to the

dog market."

"I have an idea." Xu Qian'an didn't finish speaking, and went out to call the postman.

"My lords, what do you want?" The postman said.

"How much do you know about Huangbo Street?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"Huangbo Street, that place is very chaotic. It's quiet and peaceful during the day. But at

night, there are all kinds of people there, including thieves, tourists, and even bandits from outside." The postman answered.

Is it dog meat or some other meat that is sold there... Xu Qi'an complained in his heart and thought, "Bandits and quacks shouldn't go there just to eat a bite of dog meat, right?" "Of course not. Huangbo Street sells dog meat on the surface, but it is actually a black market.

It sells shameful things and does shady transactions." The postman said. "Have you ever been to the black market?" Xu Qi'an asked.

The postman immediately showed a look of shame and stammered, "I went to buy dog

meat."

Why should I make an embarrassing expression like I was caught pretending to be cool with my hands when buying dog meat... Xu Qiyan frowned and said, "Speak human language."

The postman whispered, "I found a prostitute in the shop No. 6 Xin, and buying dog meat

means this."

Too young, he was so shy to find a prostitute...The three of them shook their heads and sighed

at the same time.

"No. 6 Xin?" Xu Qiyan asked.

"The black market shops are named after the heavenly stems and earthly branches." The

young postman blushed and felt that he was being publicly executed.

Xu Qiyan nodded, "I know, you go down first."

After the postman closed the door and left, listening to the footsteps gradually fading away,

Xu Qiyan shrugged, "The situation is already very clear, the black dog refers to this black

market for dog meat."

As for why there is such a place in Baidi City, it is not surprising that such a shady transaction

is carried out under the nose of the government.

Even in the best city in the world, there are many black markets.

Huangbo Street is not far from the post station, but it belongs to the outer city and there is no

curfew at night.

"What do the other codes mean?" Song Tingfeng asked himself and answered: "It should tell

us who to find in the black market, or how to find it."

"The answer is in the almanac." Xu Qian'an said with certainty.

"We have just checked it." Zhu Guangxiao looked at him.

"The idea of the almanac is correct, but how could Zhou Min leave the crucial clue in the

relics?" Xu Qian'an said:

"It is the almanac of previous years, not this year."

"Which year is it?" Zhu Guangxiao said in a deep voice.

"Guangxiao, you are obvious y not as smart as Tingfeng

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past. Dafeng has been established for 600 years. It is like looking for a needle in a haystack to find the correct almanac. Zhou Min does not seem so stupid. Since it is not this year's almanac, I guess that almanac has some unusual meaning to him.

"The almanac certainly does not have any special meaning, but the year does, such as the date

of birth, the wedding day, etc. If I guess correctly, it should be the almanac fourteen years

ago.

"Because that was the beginning of Zhou Min's appointment to Yunzhou."

The old almanac fourteen years ago, this time the post station has no more, only the government office and the bookstore are still preserved. In order to keep a low profile, Song Tingfeng did not go to the government office, but went to the bookstore.

In the time of a cup of tea, he rode a horse and returned with the old almanac.

Xu Qian'an found paper and pen, spread them on the table, thinking that his handwriting was

not worthy of being in the elegant hall, so he pushed Zhu Guangxiao out to act as a clerk. They used the previous method, the "number of words" method to decrypt, but found that it

was still wrong. The copied words were irrelevant.

Then they used the "page number method". Page 162 is May 12. It is suitable for: opening the

market, getting married, moving into the house, and traveling.

Taboos: praying, opening warehouses, and digging wells. "Opening the market!" Xu Qian'an captured the key information, "It should be that we open

the market at night and then go to the black market."

His statement was recognized by Song Tingfeng.

Then came the second set of codes: 347, 12

Xu Qian'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. He said:

"I understand!

"One hundred and sixty-two and three hundred and forty-seven refer to the number of pages,

and four, one, and two refer to the number of words. Tingfeng, look, the 4th, 1st, and 2nd words on this page, what do they mean together?" Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes and read: "Ding 15..."

Thinking of the information the postman had just said, he blurted out: "Black market shop, Ding 15?"

The puzzle was finally solved...

Xu Qiyan and Song Tingfeng felt relieved, leaned back in their chairs, and exhaled a long

breath.

Zhu Guangxiao also put down his pen, feeling relaxed.

Xu Qiyan walked to the table, took a closer look, and said with a shocked expression:

"Guangxiao, your handwriting is so ugly."

Song Tingfeng ran over to join in the fun, and then shouted: "It's unbearable, unbearable..."

Zhu Guangxiao was not convinced: "Your handwriting is very beautiful?"

Song Tingfeng said arrogantly: "My calligraphy is not worse than that of scholars. When I was

a child, I saved money to buy paper and ink to practice calligraphy."

Xu Qian'an said: "When I was a child, my family was poor. In order to practice calligraphy, I

practiced calligraphy in the yard with a brush dipped in water for twenty years."

Zhu Guangxiao glanced at them suspiciously and handed over the brush: "Then write a few for

me to see."

Xu Qian'an and Song Tingfeng turned around tacitly, and put their arms around each other's shoulders:

"Let's go back to the room to rest. Calligraphy is not for showing off."

"I think so too."

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Zhu Guangxiao opened his mouth, lowered his

head to look at his calligraphy, and secretly decided that he would start practicing calligraphy in the future and not fall behind them in this small team.

Back in the room, Xu Qian'an took off his shoes and went to bed to meditate to ensure that he

was in good condition when he went to the black market at night. Perhaps his brain was too tired. He had not been in the state for a long time, and his thoughts

were scattered uncontrollably and difficult to gather.

.... Calculating the time, Huaiqing and Lin'an will soon receive my letter... I hope that letter

can make Huaiqing turn from anger to joy, although I don't know where I offended her... The

silly girl Bian Bian must be very touched. She is easier to tease than Chu Caiwei, the foodie who has not yet opened her heart...

As for whether the two princesses will exchange letters privately or be seen by people other

than them, Xu Qian'an thinks it is impossible.

First, Huaiqing and Lin'an have a bad relationship, and there is absolutely no possibility of

exchanging letters. Moreover, the letter he wrote is a bit ambiguous. Girls in this era have to be proud and will never tell such letters to others.

Second, Huaiqing and Bianbian were both mature princesses, mature enough to conceive, and

had the freedom and power to send and receive letters. The emperor and concubines would

not ask, and others did not dare to open the princesses' letters privately. There was almost no possibility that his little Tongluo would be exposed for writing

ambiguous letters to the two princesses.

Gradually, Xu Qian'an entered a state of meditation.