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Chapter 112

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    As time goes by, the darkness will eventually drive out the light.

    After a long time, Gu Juan finally moved his eyes away from the last line of words, closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, and opened his eyes only to find that a dozen candles had already been lit in the hall, and it was already pitch black outside.

    He looked down at the silk scroll again, then raised his head again, suddenly doubting his reading comprehension level.

    On this thing, what is written in the special code!  ?

    There is no main line, there is no structure, there is no central idea, and there is no central idea. Even the most basic sentence fluency seems to have not been achieved.

    The things written in the silk script are very messy, not systematic at all, and extremely boring. I really don¡¯t know if the person who wrote this thing has literary talents, and made a lot of journal accounts that do not match the preamble and the postscript.

    ?Hu Yuanwai squatted down with it in a large size, so as to annoy himself, hurry up and leave the toilet?

    Gu Juan rested for a while, pulled himself together, and re-read the densely packed text from beginning to end.

    There is no doubt that there is no doubt about the running account.

    And it looks very much like a certain uncivilized village, where a villager with little literacy came out, and he recorded the trivial things about the old sesame seeds and rotten millet in the form of knots.

    Most of the article is about killing a few wild animals, sharing them and eating them. Everyone is very happy, singing and dancing around the bonfire, and everyone is very happy about what crops are harvested. They still sing and dance around the bonfire and so on.

    However, after careful reading this time, he still found some doubts.

    First, the text recorded on the silk book should not be original, but collected and sorted by a guy who is too idle to know where.

    Of course this person is not Hu Yuanwai, because the handwriting on the silk script is completely different from Hu Yuanwai's handwriting.

    Second, the word Ji Hou appeared three times in the content recorded in the silk script. From the analysis of the context and meaning, Ji Hou should be a person.

    At first he thought it was the name of the author who really created this journal, but later he thought it was not.

    He searched for relevant words from beginning to end again, and finally speculated that this guy named Ji Hou should have a high status in the village, at least the relationship between the village chief and the villagers, or even the relationship between the slave owner and the slave.

    Most likely, Ji Hou is the village head of that village, or the chief of the tribe.

    After that, Gu Juan thought about it and found nothing else, and even the above two suspicious points didn't seem to have much value that could be analyzed and utilized.

    He came out of the living room where he had been staying for a long time, stood in the yard and moved his body slowly, and after a while, he called over the servants who had been guarding there all the time.

    "I want you to find out when Yuanwai Hu came into contact with this silk scroll. Do you have an answer?"

    "Mr. Hui, we asked all the people we could ask, and only the servant who was in charge of cleaning the toilet told me that the silk book had been in the toilet for at least ten days, and Mr. Hu seemed to regard it as a pass away.  I have read the idle book of time a few times."

    "However, after asking a lot of people, they don't know where this thing came from."

    Gu Juan took a deep breath, gently kneading his temples on both sides, his head was in a mess.

    All of a sudden, Nursing Courtyard Zheng came rushing in from outside, panting and shouting before entering the door: "Sir, I found it!"

    Gu Juan stood up abruptly, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you find out!?"

    Zheng Nuyuan gasped and said: "The villain has found out the origin of this silk book!"

    "The silk book is that a few young people from Feng Lian Village came to report the disaster in the village to the members. I found the rough servant who helped Yuan Wai clean the study that day. She said that when she cleaned the study that day, she seemed to be in Feng Lian Village.  I saw something round and long in the delivered package!"

    "However, when she went to tidy up the study at night, there were only those mountain goods left in the package. Mr. Hu asked the housekeeper and her to take them to the side room for storage."

    The round and long axis-shaped thing!  ?

    There is a high probability that it is this silk scroll.

    Really a descendant of Feng Liancun!  ?

    Gu Juan recalled Feng Qianqi who went to Feng Cunzheng for help. On that day, Feng Cunzheng assigned a few young people to help deliver food and clothing to Feng Qianqi¡¯s village, and then asked them to look for him in Youxie Town on the way back.  Hu members outside.

    The puzzle about the origin of the silk script has become more and more complete, but there are still two questions that need to be further resolved.

    ?The first question, this silk script arrivesWhere did it come from? Was it given by Feng Qianqi, or was it picked up halfway by those young people.

    If it was given by Feng Qianqi, then this person is the most suspected person, and this person may even disappear, but be replaced by a different kind.

    However, when he rescued people from the snow that day, until he left, the jungle knife did not respond.  Found such a scroll.

    Could it be?

    Gu Juan suddenly shuddered. He remembered a certain comedy movie in the last time and space. Someone secretly brought mahjong and chicken legs to a friend in the prison. It seemed that they stuffed them into the back door to escape interrogation

    if it is like this.

    This is impossible. According to the length of the scroll and compared with Feng Qianqi's height, as long as he dares to stuff it, it is destined to protrude from his mouth. This is absolutely impossible.

    Thinking about it the other way around, if the silk book was picked up, it is necessary to find out exactly where the book was picked up before going to investigate, in order to find more valuable clues.

    He thinks his two conjectures are reasonable, but whether it is to find Feng Qianqi or accurately locate the location of picking up the book, it will take a lot of time to complete.

    However, based on the time from Hu Yuanwai's first nightmare to his death, the remaining time may not be enough for him to do so many things.

    There is also a second question. If the root cause of the incident that caused several deaths is not on Silk Book, then everything he has done for it will be a waste of effort and waste the already insufficient time.

    Thinking of this, Gu Juan asked again, "Have you ever heard of a man named Ji Hou?"

    Everyone shook their heads this time.

    Gu Juan didn't look too surprised, he just told Zheng Huyuan a few words, asking him to send someone to Feng Lian Village immediately, don't say a word of extra words, just ask about the origin of the silk book.

    Next, he ordered someone to find the old pedant who ran a private school in the town, and then returned to the living room, ready to rewrite the set of journals for the third time.

    The anxious Zheng Huyuan ran out in a hurry, as fast as if there were wild dogs chasing behind him.

    If it is really based on the inference of Mr. Gu that "it is useless to live for six more days", he is afraid that he has less than one day left to live, so no matter whether this Mr. Gu is a life-saving straw, he must grasp it.  I will not let go even if I die.

    Just as Gu Juan was mulling over the words in the silk script, a servant ran in in a panic, tripped over the threshold of the living room and fell on his stomach, then raised his head and his face was covered in blood and shouted, "Sir, it's not good!"  !"

    "What's going on, don't worry, just speak slowly."

    The nurse didn't even bother to wipe the blood off his face, and said in a trembling voice, "Mr. sent someone to Xilun Town to investigate the situation, and the nurse Zheng appointed a villain to plug his ears, and rushed all the way there  "

    When he said this, he stopped abruptly, and then opened his mouth wide, as if dreaming, "Xilun Town, it's gone."

    Gu Juan narrowed his eyes suddenly, "Say it again, what do you mean there is no more!?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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