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By the time the two of them walked out of the square, the sky had already turned gray, and the light shone to every corner of the city, sweeping away the darkness and coldness.

In the old city of Paris, in a cafe in the morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread wafts out of the store, and it is spreading across the street, seducing its customers generously.

After tossing around for most of the night, Zhong Zhe is sitting at the small wooden round table outside the coffee shop at this moment, leaning his head slightly on the dining chair.

He looks tired and has a lazy posture. His slender right hand is placed on the back of the chair aside. The whole person is immersed in the sunshine, attracting the eyes of passers-by like a shining work of art.

A few minutes later, he slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and looked at the customers lining up in twos and threes through the window glass.

Cheng Ling was about to line up in front of the counter. His back was turned to Zhong Zhe, but almost at the moment Zhong Zhe looked at him, he turned sideways and looked back at him.

In the morning sun, Zhong Zhe showed a bright smile, as if the morning light would fade away for him.

He stood up suddenly and walked towards the table beside him. There were two young girls who looked like students sitting in the corner, and one of them was scratching something in circles on a notebook.

Through the glass, Cheng Ling could clearly see Zhong Zheqing approaching him to say hello, and soon started chatting and laughing with the two girls. After a few chats, the girl who was writing and drawing tore off a few pages, He handed Zhong Zhe another pen.

"Sir, what do you want?"

Cheng Ling was interrupted by the waiter behind the counter, he turned around and began to order coffee and bread.

After a while, he walked out of the store and stood under the eaves of the street. At this moment, Paris is cool and peaceful, without the hustle and bustle of tourists and business.

Cheng Ling contacted the shit shovel officer again.

"Sir, that Richard Yi, there is no further news yet."

After listening to the report, Cheng Ling understood in his heart that the whole night passed and the logistics team tried their best to track him down, but he still found nothing. This means that the real information of the other party is very hidden. It can be judged that the possibility of obtaining valuable clues from this person is basically cut off. possible.

"You continue to delay reporting our whereabouts. Prepare a plane for us to leave France, and the destination will be determined when it takes off." After Cheng Ling issued the latest instruction, he hung up the communication.

He was still not sure if there were any new clues in the USB flash drive that Zhong Zhe snatched, or if they needed to get Luoshu back, take it with them, and continue on the road.

Cheng Ling thought about it, left under the eaves, and walked to the dining area of ​​the coffee shop. He stretched out his hand and opened the chair and sat opposite Zhong Zhe.

After a while, the fragrant coffee and breakfast bread were ready, and Qiqi was delivered to the small round table.

Zhong Zhe used to want to pay the tip, but when he touched his pocket, he realized that he was penniless. He smiled, and thanked the waiter politely.

Cheng Ling pushed the fragrant coffee in front of him, but he still only picked up a glass of water.

Zhong Zhe put down the paper on which he was writing and drawing before, and Cheng Ling caught a glimpse of the words on the Luoshu, and some annotations and pictures that he could not understand.

"We have to find a place to check the data in the USB flash drive, but the files in it seem to be encrypted, and it may be a bit troublesome to decipher."

Zhong Zhe always felt that he was about to find out what the gang was trying to do, but he was still circling around the door, unable to enter the main entrance for a while, and the mission was urgent. He hoped that this USB drive would bring him some good luck.

Cheng Ling didn't care much about Zhong Zhe's worries, "If you want to check the information, just find a place with an interface to upload, and the rest is up to the shit-shoveling officer."

After breakfast, before eight o'clock, Zhong Zhe took off his coat and stood up.

Cheng Ling looked at him and said, "Do you want to buy some clothes first?"

In broad daylight, he inexplicably felt that his crumpled clothes looked very dazzling.

Zhong Zhe looked down at himself, and suddenly realized that he had endured an unfit dress for so long, and it was an old dress worn by someone else.What's worse, even if the other party reminded him now, he didn't immediately feel disgusted, and wanted to take off the clothes in a hurry.

It must be because the situation was too critical before.

After Cheng Ling said that sentence, a weird atmosphere began to spread between the two of them.

The images of last night popped up in Zhong Zhe's mind involuntarily, and immediately, touch, smell, and five senses rushed towards him.

What happened in the second half of the night was not at all real, Yu Zhongzhe was a complete dream.

When the sun rose in the morning, he even forgot about them, but now he thinks about them again and again... Stop, confirm that Ling is expressionless and business-like talking to him, Zhong Zhe doesn't want to pretend to be affectionate again.

Last night was just for business.

He pulled his thoughts back to reality, "The mall is not open at this point, let's go to the bank first, and we can do other things later."

It's not like the bank is closed at this point, but since they always wait for the door to open everywhere, Cheng Ling keeps silent and doesn't make meaningless arguments.

Zhong Zhe had already walked to the side of the street and stretched out his hand to signal for a taxi. The wind blew across the street, and the few pages of note paper stacked on the small round table flew away. Cheng Ling caught them in the swirling wind, with amazing skill , which drew a burst of applause from the two young girls.

Cheng Ling turned around and had already caught up with Zhong Zhe.

He quietly folded one of the pages and stuffed it into his arms. It was a sketch of a perfectly proportioned back view. In the painting, a tall man was queuing up to buy coffee behind the glass window.Cheng Ling can be sure that this page was originally hidden at the bottom of the stack of notes on the small round table.

A taxi stopped, and Zhong Zhe called Cheng Ling to get in together.

When he got there, Cheng Ling realized that he and Zhong Zhe had a world of difference in their understanding of the word bank.

This is an independent small building without any nameplate except for the house number. At first glance, it is no different from those noble clubs with a long history.

There was a fingerprint lock on the door, and after Zhong Zhe verified his identity, a warm greeting came from the intercom.

The carved wooden door opens from the inside, which seems ordinary, but from Cheng Ling's extraordinary perspective, from the secret monitoring distribution of the entrance to the latest fingerprint lock, and to the explosion-proof steel plate at least 6mm thick inside the wooden door, this small building is Comparable to the industry's top defense standards.

Zhong Zhe didn't know what Cheng Ling was thinking, so he just said as usual: "This is a 24-hour private bank, because customers are not allowed to enter, so you wait for me outside for a while, and it shouldn't be long before I can come out."

While talking, a staff member who looked like a manager came out to greet him. After Zhong Zhe explained his purpose, Cheng Ling was ushered into the lounge next to the lobby, and Zhong Zhe followed the manager into the deep ancient sliding door elevator, heading for the underground warehouse .

After more than half an hour, the two left the small building, took the special car prepared by the bank manager, and went straight to the Golden Triangle shopping area in Paris.

When he arrived at the place, Zhong Zhe mumbled, "Time is too tight, so we can only make do with it", and dragged Cheng Ling into a top luxury men's clothing store.

Cheng Ling looked at him calmly, and Zhong Zhe affirmed very seriously: "As long as it's a ready-made garment, it's just a passing thing, even if it's modified to fit."

The two changed their outfits from head to toe before leaving the store and started walking from Avenue Montaigne to Avenue des Champs-Elysées. Zhong Zhe recalled: "I remember there was an Apple store there."

Cheng Ling understood that they could check the data in the USB flash drive as soon as possible with the help of the experience machine there.

When the two hurried into the store, before Cheng Ling could speak, Zhong Zhe said to the receptionist: "Bring me a newest Macbook pro, please provide a workbench so that I can test the performance."

Cheng Ling didn't comment on buying a notebook worth tens of thousands of dollars just for one interface.

Of course, the follow-up benefits of doing this are obvious. You don’t need to use the experience machine secretly, you don’t have to worry about being disturbed, and you can monopolize a work corner.

The shit shovel officer was called to go online, and Zhong Zhe passed the file to her.

After 10 minutes, the cracked files began to be sent back one after another.

The excrement shovel officer told the two of them, "The master copy of the document has already been saved with me. According to the procedure, the copy will be sent back to you, and it will be automatically destroyed after 5 minutes. You should browse it quickly so that you can judge the next move."

Zhong Zhe focused his attention on the screen. The first folder he opened contained a large number of details of the action plan when he stole the river map. These are very rewarding as evidence afterwards, but they are currently useless for tracing the whereabouts of the river map.

The second folder is about the research on Hetu. Zhong Zhe hastily swept it away. It was all the content he was already familiar with, and there were no new research results.But if you pay a little attention, you will find that most of these documents are collected from materials recorded in the Ming Dynasty, and there is even a place name referring to "Tang" that has been frequently mentioned in various periods.

Zhong Zhe had doubts in his heart, and continued to scan the remaining documents.

In the last folder, all the materials mentioned are Luoshu's materials. There are a few photos of tortoise shells that Zhong Zhe has never seen before. A nearly complete original tortoise shell, this is the whole picture of Luoshu.

"This is it!" Zhong Zhe pointed at the screen and said, "They actually found all the original Luoshu. Once they have the real thing, they should be able to make a big move that we didn't expect."

"What kind of movement?" Cheng Ling asked with a frown.

"I have a guess. It should be about the legend of Hetu Luoshu, but I'm not sure yet. The study of oracle bone inscriptions is not my strong point. I can only say that I have dabbled a little bit, but I know someone who can definitely help us solve this problem." While talking, Zhong Zhe took out the black card he just got from the bank from his suit pocket, and waved to the receptionist.

He continued to turn his head to Cheng Ling and said, "Let's talk about the rest on the plane?"