Chapter 405: Xu 7'an: The princesses should soon receive my ambiguous text message

Later, they searched for many books that can be seen everywhere, and decrypted the secret codes in this way, 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 declined, 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 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 deliver 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 drives the body to consume sugar.
Xu Qi'an needs sugar now.
Yi Zuo made them sweet longan egg soup, raisin pastries, almond tofu nao...sweet.
Xu Qi'an pulled out the general from the short one, chose longan egg-flower sweet soup, and pushed the almond tofu nao to squint. Song Tingfeng immediately became happy and smiled: "Ning Yan, how do you know that I like sweet tofu nao?"
Because you look like a heresy...Xu Qi'an smiled and said, "Because we are brothers, see you with tears, give you tofu brain, sweet your heart."
Who washes his face with tears? Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes, knowing that he was alluding to Miss Su Su.
Having said that, the girl Susu is so wonderful. It is a rare girl who can fight me for 300 rounds...Song Tingfeng thought about the ecstasy that happened in the private room of the teahouse today, ten more.
"You won't understand, you are a prodigal son, I am not." Song Tingfeng shook his head and sneered:
"In the past, when you first joined the watchman, I advised you to marry Lu Qing and Lu Tiaotou. You twisted and disagreed. Turning your head to get along with Fuxiang, I knew you were of the same kind. Here you are, that is a flower on the cow dung."
Xu Qi'an flashed Lu Qingying's sassy look in his mind, and said with no good air: "Although Lu Takutou 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 team can find it at any time, but is not noticeable."
"Yeah!" Xu Qi'an nodded.
"Zhou Min's residence has been checked, and there are no secrets or 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 success have attracted my attention. You are a genius who was delayed by a woman from the Jiaofang Division." Xu Qi'an sang a comment and asked:
"Then what do you think it will be? It's not a book, but it's in Zhou Min's relics. And it has to be quite thick..."
Xu Qi'an suddenly stopped.
"Is it the yellow calendar?!" Song Tingfeng called out first.
Zhu Guangxiao, an honest man who was immersed in hard work, accurately searched through the relic to find a thick almanac: "Is it?"
"That's it!" Xu Qi'an exhaled the foul breath in his chest, eyes filled with 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 of them couldn't wait to open the almanac, starting from the first character, and counting to the one hundred and sixty-second character: day!
The "day" of Yi Maori.
Then came the 347th word, the fourth word, the first word, and the second word.
Combine it together: Ding Yiwu in the sun!
Obviously, this is wrong.
Then, they adopted the second method, taking the number of pages instead of the number 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:
Silently, 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, try again."
"Perhaps we can unravel the word "mo" first, because it is the only word and it is the first one." Zhu Guangxiao put forward his own ideas.
The meaning of leading the line is very important.
Xu Qi'an squeezed his eyebrows: "Then 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, right?"
Song Tingfeng groaned: "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 out."
"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, and flashed like lightning and flint.
He remembered that when he was still in the police school, a professor of 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.
Regardless of the cunning criminal, the behavior pattern is also traceable, 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 when drinking alcohol... Therefore, when Zhou Min is thinking about how to hide evidence and leave clues, he will habitually move closer to the word puzzles... It is inferred 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 looked at each other and kept silent in a tacit understanding. Just now, Xu Ningyan returned to his state, just as wise and focused as he was when he was investigating the Sangbo case.
Mo, disassembled is the black dog... Xu Qi'an pinched his eyebrows, and asked: "I remember my colleague who went to Huangbo Street said, where is the dog market?"
Song Tingfeng said "Um": "It's the dog market, what's the matter?"
Xu Qi'an said: "The silent words are separated into "black" and "dog". The message from Huangbo Street is the clue left by Zhou Min in the last anagram game. I think it can be matched now."
"Do you think that the code points to the dog market?" Song Tingfeng frowned, "What does this black mean? It is too arbitrary to judge the code points to the dog market with just a dog character."
"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 Huang Bo Street." Xu Qi'an asked.
"Wangbo Street, that place is messy, it's fine during the day, and it's quiet. But at night, there is a mixture of fish and fish, everyone is there, sneakers, tourists from the rivers and lakes, and even bandits outside. Go to that street," the postman answered.
Is it dog meat or what kind of meat is sold there... Xu Qi'an slandered, thinking: "Mountain bandits and rivers and lakes, shouldn't they go there for a bite of dog meat?"
"Of course not. Huangbo 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.
The postman suddenly showed shame, and said, "I have bought dog meat."
When buying dog meat, why make an embarrassing expression of being discovered by hand... Xu Qi'an frowned and said, "Speaking of people."
The postman whispered: "I found a prostitute in Xin Shop No. 6, and this is what I mean by buying dog meat."
Too young, looking for private prostitutes 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 heavenly stems and earthly branches." 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 footsteps drifting away, Xu Qi'an shrugged: "The situation is already 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 has 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 to tell us who or how to find the black market."
"The answer is in the almanac." Xu Qi'an said affirmatively.
"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 relics?" 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 six hundred years since the establishment of the country, Zhou Min does not seem so stupid to find the correct almanac. Since it is not this year's almanac, I guess The almanac has some unusual meaning to him.
"Of course, the yellow calendar does not have any special meaning, but there are years, such as the date of birth, the 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.
With 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 own writing would be 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 the "page number method" is adopted. The 162nd page is May 12th. It is appropriate to: open the market, get married, enter the house, and travel.
Avoid: praying, opening a warehouse, digging a well.
"Open the market!" Xu Qi'an captured the key information, "it should be for us to go to the black market after the market opens at night."
His statement was approved by Song Tingfeng.
Then came the second set of secret codes: Three hundred four and seven seven four one 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 understand!
"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 at Tingfeng, the fourth, first, and second characters of this page are connected. What is it?"
Song Tingfeng squinted and said, "Ding 15..."
Reminiscing about the message 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 all over.
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 was not convinced: "You write beautiful characters?"
Song Tingfeng proudly said: "My calligraphy is not worse than that of a scholar. When I was a child, I bought paper and ink to save money~EbookFREE.me~ Xu Qi'an said: "When I was a child, my family was poor. To practice calligraphy, I used a brush. Dipping in water to practice calligraphy in the yard, one practice lasts twenty years. "
Zhu Guangxiao glanced at them suspiciously, and handed the pen over: "Then 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."
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 in the room, Xu Qi'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.
Maybe 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.
.... Counting 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 her... .. 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, and there is definitely 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 letter.
Second, both Huaiqing and Xianxian 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, while others dare not open the princess' letters privately.
There is almost no possibility that he wrote ambiguous letters to the two princesses.
Gradually, Xu Qi'an entered a state of visualization.