The carriage moved forward at a constant speed, with the wheels rolling on the uneven road and occasionally bumping. There were small windows open inside the carriage, but when I looked out, I could only see sparsely populated mountains and forests on both sides. The rolling hills receded slowly, like slow green waves.
The sun sets in the west, and the golden light spreads gracefully across the sky. The purple glow on the horizon is entangled with the red clouds, like a brocade woven in half by the heavenly sun.
"Looking for clues on the body?" Wen Zheliu was wearing a monk's black robe named Dalaris, with a simple white Roman collar on the collar. "We can't be real priests and nuns, right?"
He Qin and Xie Yuanyuan were also dressed as ascetic and solemn monks. The veins on Du Zijun's forehead were pulsing, and he looked like he wanted to rip off the white-collar black skirt and tear it into pieces.
"It's best not to give it to me." Du Zijun said gloomily.
"Okay, at least you're not wearing a nun's hat yet," He Qin said, "That thing is really deadly."
Several people rummaged around in the carriage for a while, making the carriage bells jingle. The coachman just thought they couldn't sit still, so he leaned out half of his body and said: "Be at peace, dear guests! There is a resting town ahead. After tonight, we can reach our destination tomorrow morning. !”
"Okay!" Wen Zheliu took the time to respond, "Thank you!"
Xie Yuanyuan muttered: "What are you talking about? Isn't this the plot world we discussed before?"
"We can't take it lightly," Du Zijun pulled out a spare cross from the pocket of his skirt. He glanced at it, then frowned and stuffed it back, "Who knows what could go wrong this time."
Wen Zheliu found a suitcase in the space under the seat. He turned his head and saw that He Qin's suitcase was also there, so he quickly greeted: "I found the suitcase! Look at your own suitcase!"
When the two people opposite him also carried their boxes on their knees and put them together, Xie Yuanyuan rubbed his hands excitedly and said: "Quick, quick, quick, open it and see what's inside!"
Wen Zheliu paused as soon as he pressed his hand on the box.
"Can't open it," he said. "It requires a password."
"Ah?" Xie Yuanyuan seemed to have been poured cold water on his head, and immediately let out a long and frustrated syllable, "Why, why does there need to be a password?"
Du Zijun didn't even raise his head, and rummaged around in the suitcase: "If I give you the password, I will give you a method to decrypt it. I won't set up obstacles for no reason... Tsk, turn on the light."
"That's what I said..." Xie Yuanyuan muttered, "Sister, how bright do you want it to be? I'll see if it's there."
He Qin and Wen Zheliu got together, still looking for clues on the box. Hearing this, he raised his hand and embedded a quail egg-sized night pearl on the inner wall of the carriage, illuminating the area in front of him instantly. Like day.
Wen Zheliu: "..."
He Qin: "?"
"You..." Wen Zheliu looked at him inquiringly, "You messed up someone's car like this, how are you going to recover after a while?"
"I can keep this thing as fare, baby." He Qin also looked back at him affectionately.
"...Are you rich?" Wen Zheliu just remembered, "Oh, I forgot that you are indeed rich..."
He Qin: "Apart from money, you are the only one left. What other problems are there?"
"...No more, excuse me."
"Wait a minute..." The light suddenly brightened, and Xie Yuanyuan seemed to have suddenly discovered something, "Wow, come and see my box!"
The other three people all temporarily put down their work and went to check. Both sides of Xie Yuanyuan's box are made of seemingly light brown rattan, but it is extremely heavy when lifted. The edges are also wrapped with hard and thick white steel edges. There is a six-digit password field on the head of the box.
On the surface of the rattan box, two lines of letters are embroidered with threads of different colors.
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At the bottom is a signature, giovan · battista · bellaso.
"Who killed..." Xie Yuanyuan looked at it and was completely confused, "What is this? What about wkc, KFC?"
"That's kfc," Du Zijun said angrily, "this thing should need us to decipher."
"Then who is this giovan... or something?" Xie Yuanyuan asked, "Why is "who" in uppercase letters and "killed" in lowercase letters?"
"Giovan Battista Bellaso..." He Qin muttered, "Vigenard Square, here is a piece of paper."
Du Zijun frowned: "Vigenard code? Is there a key?"
"The who in capital letters should be the key, right?" Wen Zheliu speculated, seeing that Xie Yuanyuan still didn't understand it very well, so he explained to him: "The giovan signed at the bottom is the person who invented the Vigenère cipher. It requires A 26-letter table is used for deciphering. The table has 26 lines in total, starting from a and ending with z. The starting letter of the next line is the next digit after the starting letter of the previous line. For example, the starting letter of the previous line is a, and the starting letter of the next line is a. One line is b, a is moved to the end, the next line is c, a and b are moved to the end in turn, and they are arranged like this until z, and we get a deciphering table... It should be like this, right? I just took a look at it, and I can't remember it. Cleared."
"Uh-huh," He Qin praised while typing out the form very quickly, "Baby, that's very good."
"What is the key for?" Xie Yuanyuan was still confused, "How come you all know it? Why don't I know anything?"
Du Zijun held up a book - "Theological Research: Simple Knowledge of Cryptozoology", and then stared at Xie Yuanyuan expressionlessly.
"I asked you to look at this, why don't you look at it?"
Only then did Xie Yuanyuan remember that before leaving, He Qin asked them to preview all the mission rewards about the book. It seemed that he was the only one sleeping in at that time.
He scratched his hair in embarrassment, and after hearing Zheliu, he came out to smooth things over: "Oh, it's enough that one person has seen this thing and knows it. It's quite boring anyway."
"Just let him go." The space was small and it was difficult for Du Zijun to smoke, so he twisted the snow-white slender cigarette rod back and forth in his hands and snorted from his nose, "If he continues to act like this, be careful and he will fall into the ditch." inside."
While they were talking, He Qin had already typed up the form. Wen Zheliu took it over and began to try to correspond one by one according to the who's key, "row w corresponds to the letter w, and the position is the first one...the first letter is a.”
He recited one and He Qin memorized another.
"Line h for the letter k, get d."
"Pair o with letter c, get o."
Practice makes perfect, and his speed is getting faster and faster. "By analogy, the w line corresponds to the letter j, and we get n; the h line corresponds to the letter p, and we get i... The last one, the o line corresponds to the letter g, and we get s. The spelling is What?"
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"Adonis, Adonis," He Qin picked up the paper, "Aphrodite's favorite young lover... who killed Adonis?"
Wen Zheliu hesitated for a moment and replied: "...it was the moon goddess Artemis. In order to take revenge on the goddess of beauty, she released a wild boar to kill Adonis."
"Moon, the moon." He Qin said, "Take it in again and look at the numbers."
Wen Zheliu then turned back to look at the table: "m is ranked 17th in row w, o is ranked 8th in row h, n is ranked 18th in row w... 178118, give it a try?"
Xie Yuanyuan rubbed his fingers nervously, entered the six digits in the six-digit password field one by one, and then pushed it gently.
"Click", the box opened.
"Oh oh oh!" His eyes lit up, "It's open, it's open!"
The box was opened, and there was a row of things neatly placed inside, including a magnifying glass, paper, charcoal pens, a rope ladder, a quartz watch, and a knife wrapped in a handkerchief. After using the system to identify them, they were all usable D-level props.
Wen Zheliu said nahan: "The things here... don't look like items carried by a clergyman, but more like..."
He picked up the magnifying glass with clean lenses but many scratches on the handle, and asserted: "This is more like a necessary item for a detective."
He Qin said: "There are no password prompts on the remaining boxes. Let's take a look here."
Xie Yuanyuan took out the things one by one and put them aside, and found a question on the first page of the notebook: "Who killed caesar?"
"Who killed Caesar?" Xie Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, "How do I know who killed Caesar? I'm not the person involved..."
"Caesar died on March 15, 44 BC," Wen Zheliu replied, "440315, who is left?"
"It's not me." Du Zijun said.
He Qin calmly pushed the box open, "440315 is me."
He Qin's box didn't have as many things as Xie Yuanyuan's. It only contained a map, a notebook and a pen. He Qin opened the notebook. On the second page, the owner of the notebook told a story with a red note.
"... In the ancient East, there were also infatuated women with high positions." He read calmly, "The Empress Dowager of the Wei Dynasty in China was obsessed with her country's general and even wrote poems for him, but this general Defected to the enemy and eventually died under the knife of the rebel army..."
Wen Zheliu felt that this story was familiar: "The Empress Dowager of the Wei Dynasty... I think I have heard of this?"
"Hu Chonghua, the Empress Dowager of the Northern Wei Dynasty," He Qin said, "because she liked Yang Hua, a famous general of the dynasty, so she wanted to have a party with him. However, Yang Hua was afraid of disaster and led his wife and children to flee to Nanliang overnight. So Empress Dowager Hu wrote a poem "Yang Hua" "White Flowers" to miss my lover."
Xie Yuanyuan asked: "Where is the password?"
"In the spring of February and March, the willows bloom together. The spring breeze enters the boudoir all night, and the poplars float down to Nan's house. I leave the house with love, my feet are weak, and I shed tears when I pick up the poplars. When autumn comes and spring comes, two swallows are willing to carry the poplars into their nests." He Qin said, "020312, baby, give it a try."
Wen Zheliu entered the password one after another and opened it.
There weren't many things in his box. There were also a notebook, a pen, and a few old newspaper clippings stuck inside the box. The only special item was a brand new copy of "The Three Musketeers."
"Ah!" Xie Yuanyuan said, "I know this, I've seen it!"
Wen Zheliu stopped turning the book. He looked up at Xie Yuanyuan and said with a smile, "What is that?"
"Who killed Duke Buckingham! Queen Siliana and Duke Buckingham were old lovers, but in the end he was assassinated. The time of his death is the password, right?"
Wen Zheliu found the catalog. In the chapter where the Duke was assassinated, the catalog read "Chapter 59: Murder in Portsmouth on August 23, 1628."
"280823..." He raised his eyes and looked at Du Zijun, "Try?"
—With a "click" sound, the last box was successfully opened.