Narendra Sex and Evil Performing Arts Company

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After Feng Xiao left, there was no sound.Nalande held his breath and waited in the room for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more weird he felt, and he couldn't help but move towards the back door.

Before he reached the door, he heard a strange voice say, "You really brought him here."

Then Feng Xiao said: "Do what you say. What are the benefits?"

"Make an offer, it's easy to negotiate."

Before Feng Xiao answered the call, Nalander's cell phone rang. The ringtone was his favorite "Transformers" ending song, "whati'" by llinkinpark, which was earth-shattering.Cursed secretly, "Damn it", took it out and looked at it, and the two characters "An Dong" were displayed impressively.Hang up decisively, but there is no sound outside the door.

Nalande waited for two seconds before plucking up the courage to open the door and go out.But there was nothing in the yard except sunlight, and it was so quiet that it seemed to have been asleep for 100 years.Suspiciously, he walked to the water urn in the center of the yard, and saw green moss growing on the surface of the cloudy rainwater inside. There was a fishy smell, and the water surface shook slightly, reflecting his distorted face.Clearly not calm.

Where did the person who spoke just now go?Where did Feng Xiao go?How do you hear that, they are trading him?

Nalande picked up a sharp-edged stone from the ground, and retreated vigilantly to the eaves.The innermost courtyard is the residence of the grandfather, and next to it is his study and storage room.Grandpa used to have many books.I heard that sometimes books are also very valuable. There are ancient books in this world that are even more valuable than the Yueyao water bowl in their small building on Jiefang Road.As a person with dyslexia, Nalande didn't know if there were any books in the grandfather's collection that could be exchanged for a golden house.So subconsciously, he paused for a while in front of the study door, pushed the door open and entered.

Huh, it's not for nothing.There are still bookcases in this room, but the books are scattered all over the place, piled up in a small mountain.

It seems that the person who visited the house before was not an elegant thief, he would rather have bulky furniture than these ancient books, he has no vision.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but a rancid smell came out.It's almost winter, and there are still flies lingering in the house.Nalande walked over, knelt down and picked up a few books to read, "Newly Revised Zizhi Tongjian", "Eastern Zhou Dynasty Chronicles", "Red Star Shines on China", "Jin Ping Mei Children's Illustrated Book", "However Hippo Was Boiled to Death in the Sink" "In" is nothing special except that the style is more jumpy. They are all new books published since the 80s.There is no such thing as ancient books.Also, what decayed relics of the feudal era can be preserved by those who have experienced the Cultural Revolution.

He picked up another book, and was about to read the title, but was so frightened by the scene under the pile that he almost sat on the ground—a rotten arm was exposed from the gap in the book, except for a layer of dry skin covered with corpse spots, there was nothing left. Only bones are left.The blood soaked in the wooden floor had completely dried up, as if it was originally a dark red color.

——There is a dead body under the mountain of books.

According to the experience of watching Detective Conan since he was a child, Naland felt that the murderer must still be at the scene, must be hiding somewhere to stare at him, so he was terrified, and his clothes were drenched in cold sweat in a second.But he calmed down soon, and his rationality told him that this person might have been dead for some years.

There was no one around, and Feng Xiao didn't know where he went.Zhang Kaiquan hasn't come yet.Nalande was in a state of shock, thinking that he could not destroy the scene or leave traces of suspicion, so he exited the door first.Before he got up, several books slipped from the corpse, revealing an inkstone on the floor, and fell to the right side of the corpse.

Nalande panicked for a few seconds, took out his mobile phone to take a few photos of the scene, and quickly got up and exited the door.There was still no one in the yard, and the whole house was eerily quiet, as if isolated from the world.

Nalande retreated into the grandfather's bedroom next door while dialing the number with trembling hands. It was also empty, only the canopy bed hadn't been moved.So after some investigation, he found new clues on the carved bed frame—he thought it was another stick figure, but after looking at it for a long time, he found that this time it was really Chinese characters——

Dust with light.

And light and dust?The four words are so familiar... Wait, wait... Nalande searched the memory bank desperately, and vaguely remembered the few pages of music scores that were often seen on the piano music stand in Xiaolou when he was a child. …The little grandpa seems to have said that this is a song specially written for him by the great grandpa when he was young. On a certain morning on a certain day of a certain year, the manuscript was placed as a gift three inches beside the pillow in the bedroom of the old house.Later, the three inches next to the pillow became a special place for them to deliver love letters.

Three inches beside the pillow in the old house?Isn't that right here?Could it be that the words "And light and dust" on the bed frame imply that there is a mystery in the bed?Nalande immediately climbed onto the bed with pouted buttocks to check.The outer three inches from the pillow is the ground, and the inner three inches from the pillow is the wall.There is obviously no hidden compartment on the wall, and he even crawled under the bed to play when he was a child, and he didn't find any holes in the ground.Does that mean the three inches between the two pillows?But the middle is only about three inches in total, and there is nothing abnormal about the bed board.

The beeping on the phone was cut off, Nalande couldn't understand it, and lay down on the pillow covered in dust mites, and dialed the number of Feng Xiao again.At the same time, I was surprised to find that there was a piece of wood in the center of the shelf above the head that was lighter in color than the ones beside it, and seemed to be more severely worn than other places, so I couldn't help standing up and touching it.

Moved!It turned out to be a well-hidden trap.Pushing the trap open, Nalande was stunned—it turned out to be a compartment, and there were organs in the compartment!More than a dozen wooden blocks of different sizes are installed on fixed copper rails, which can be moved horizontally and vertically, and there is an exit on the edge.No matter how you look at it, it looks like Hua Rongdao, but there are no portraits of the figures of the Three Kingdoms on it, but there are some strange characters.At first glance, it looks like Mongolian and Tibetan, but at another glance, it looks like Japanese katakana, one, two, three, four, six, horizontal and vertical, vertical and vertical hooks... But fortunately, Nalande is a literate child. I recognized that it was the Gong Chi notation in ancient China, which is still used today in the opera world.

"I have a lot of fun—" Nalande couldn't help cursing, "Grandpa, grandpa, do you need to have so much fun just to sleep?!"

In a blink of an eye, I thought again, if the person who carved the words "And the Light and the Dust" was his father, and it really hinted at this secret compartment... then my father must have found the love letter inside when he was a child.I had a lot of fun, and I can't imagine what kind of shock it was to my father's young heart. It would be strange if it didn't leave a psychological shadow.

But the question now is, how to solve this jigsaw puzzle?I won't...

No matter, try it randomly, anyway, this puzzle is for fun, if you solve it wrong, it will not spray sulfuric acid or detonate the bomb.

……can you?Probably not, they are old men, old men, they won't be so cruel...

Facts have proved that if you don't know Gongchi notation, you don't know Gongchi notation. Nalande has tried all the permutations and combinations of radicals according to addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, but there is no solution.Just as he was at a loss what to do, with a "crack", "Huarong Road" collapsed, and a small piece of wood hit him in the face.By the way, a few white and fat little termites fell on his face.Since he was used to opening his mouth when he raised his head, his mouth was not spared.

Thinking that termites evolved from cockroaches, Nalan Xingde was so disgusted that he wanted to die.But before he committed suicide by biting his tongue, he saw... a book hidden in the secret compartment?At the same time the phone finally connected.Nalande said "Bah, bah, bah!" while yelling, "Fuck you, get over me," while reaching for the book.As a result, before his hand touched the paper, he was knocked down with a sap.

Then someone beat him and took the book.

Feeling dizzy, he felt that the man was trying to take away the wooden stick nailed to his head. It was strange that he couldn't take it away anyway, so he was anxious for that man.And he felt so painful, as if someone had poured a basin of water on his head, and it was pouring down, and his vision turned red after a while.

Fuck, blood.

The moment he fell to the ground, he finally came to his senses and raised his hand to touch... Damn, no wonder that man abandoned the wooden stick and ran away. The nail on the butt of the wooden stick was directly driven into his head.

It's over, it's over, it's death.I’m really going to die now, look, I can’t even remember my own name... It’s over, it’s over, the tetanus shot was for nothing last time... blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. ...no no no no more injections, it hurts too much, the doctor is still a hooligan...

Feng Xiao's distant voice came from the receiver: "Master Shennong, where are you?"

"Kaka..." There was a strange sound in his throat.

"I'm in the bedroom in the third courtyard, where are you?"

"..." Nalande thought to himself, nonsense, obviously I am here.But speechless.

Gradually lose consciousness.

After being dizzy for a long time but not completely dizzy, Nalande wondered whether he should be a useful person before he died, and leave some clues for future generations to solve the case.So I decided to get up and write the word "book" on the ground with blood on it.

It turned out that I didn't even have the strength to move my fingers, so I gave up.Close your eyes again and wait for death.