I got up from the coffin and was taken back to the nest by the dragon

When the two came to the top floor of the Tower of Babel, they saw a distressed Manstein at the gate.

Manstein returned to his dragon body again, lying at the door, with documents as high as a mountain in front of him.This is not some kind of exaggerated rhetorical technique, after all, those materials are not inferior to the big white dragon in the slightest in terms of volume, and there is even a faint tendency to cover up the big white dragon.

And the golden dragon eyes of the big white dragon put on a pair of small black-rimmed glasses, and the huge claws carefully flipped through the fragile paper.The terminal is on the other side, with some supplementary information on it.Behind the big white dragon is a huge door that is bigger than him, like a huge portal for giants to pass through. It is engraved with complicated and ancient patterns and filled with colorful and gorgeous colors. Some pattern designs Xia Qing seems to understand, while others It was beyond her comprehension.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and took a photo.

"Manstein!" Su Bai happily ran over, hugged the big white dragon's tail, and patted it hard, "Why are you here?"

Manstein glanced at the little dragon, flicked his tail arrogantly, pulled it out of Su Bai's arms, and poked her forehead unhappily, took off his glasses with huge sharp claws, and the dragon's face It was full of helplessness, "Thank God, you are finally here."

If it weren't for the two people doing something improper all day yesterday, he should be lying in his golden nest now, admiring the neat green plants outside, and living a comfortable life fishing.

Instead of looking at the door and working hard to deal with things that can never be finished, there are 1G official tasks in the light directory.

Ji Xiaqing didn't speak, but looked at the scenery outside thoughtfully.

The Tower of Babel is said to be a tower, but it actually has only two floors.Xiaolong usually lives in the daily residential area, and the top floor is the exclusive office of the tower owner's old man. The huge first floor is a huge room—that is, the main office of the Tower of Babel.

Ji Xiaqing frowned slightly, a trace of doubt crossed her mind, but she shook her head, put these things behind her head first, looked at the helpless and wronged Manstein, and nodded to him, "Take us in .”

Manstein looked at her, bowed slightly with the huge dragon head, "Let me inform you first."

Su Bai looked at Manstein in disbelief, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

The big white dragon showed its sharp two rows of big white teeth, "I am only a welcome dragon now, but the teacher told me to be courteous." In the dazzling light and shadow surges, the big white dragon changed into the familiar clothes of the two. The gloomy man in the black robe, and then...

It landed on the mountain of documents, smashed a big hole, and the documents flew.

The man in black poked his head out from the mountain of documents expressionlessly, pretending nothing happened, coughed twice, shook his head, shook off the two pieces of paper on his head, and then slid down the document Shan, found the phone that had been completely buried behind the file mountain, and dialed.

"Teacher, yes, they are here." The phone rang more than ten times before it was connected. Manstein rolled his eyes wildly and grinned at the person on the phone, but his tone was respectful and respectful.

"Let them in." The old man's steady voice came from the microphone.

Manstein put down the phone, waved to the two, and walked to the small door next to him.

But Ji Xiaqing stopped, with a provocative expression, pointed to the majestic gate, raised his eyebrows, "I can't enter from here?"

The gate does not go through the small gate, this time I still have to ask the old man of the pagoda, she always has a feeling of Yanzi making Chu.

But if you can't enter the door, you will be inferior.

Before she came, she was mentally prepared: the old tower owner lured her to come with an vague note, there must be some information exchange.

These information must be paid and exchanged at equal value, and there is a process of bargaining between the two of them.

The old tower owner is greedy for the details of the talismans, formations, and forbidden spells in her hands, and she needs more information about the Tower of Babel.

Both of them were begging each other, so the psychological warfare had already started. I had already lost for a while when I was forced to come to the old man because of the contents of the note, and I was afraid that it was some kind of shaming if I didn't let her go through the door.

The old man who has controlled the Tower of Babel for 800 years, his skills can be imagined.But how could her title of being the head of Xia Qing's Four Emperors be in vain?

The opponent must not be allowed to succeed.

"Why, am I not qualified to go through the gate?" She asked the hesitant Manstein, her eyes narrowed slightly.

His Majesty Qingdi's mind has already begun to quickly calculate the reasons that Manstein might find: for example, opening the door consumes a lot of money once, and there is no need to waste it; Not easy to open; another example...

Before she could think more, Manstein said in difficulty, "That..."

Ji Xiaqing frowned slightly, and the words he had prepared were already swirling in his mouth.

Manstein glanced at her, then looked at the door, his expression became strange, his iron jaw opened and closed, and finally he said awkwardly, "That, that's a decoration."

Ji Xiaqing was silent, pursed his lips, and looked at the extremely real, majestic, ornate and complicated gate, a little unbelievable, "Decoration?"

"Well, the teacher said at the time that since it is the tower master's office, it should be more imposing, but not too extravagant, so I drew a fake door, and this is the real door. Let's go this way."

Simple style and sense of ritual coexist, can only be said to be worthy of being the tower owner?Ji Xiaqing complained wildly in his heart, turned around and saw Su Bai who was holding back his laughter, and slapped the snickering Xiaolong on the head angrily, humming twice, "Why are you laughing? Let's go."

She looked back at the huge gate that seemed to reach the sky, and her heart throbbed for no reason.

As if behind that false door, something was peeping at him.

Ji Xiaqing buried her doubts in her heart: after a hundred years of experience, fighting and struggling on the battlefield, she was extremely partial to her own intuition.This time is no exception.

That's definitely not a fake door, or rather, it's not just a decoration.

But she didn't show it at all on her face, she raised her head slightly, with a perfect, neither humble nor humble smile on her face, and walked slowly into the main office of the Tower of Babel, the heart of the Tower of Babel.

Entering the door, it was a very large and empty room. Under their feet was a long aisle, about two meters wide, with a certain slope; on both sides of the aisle were towering bookshelves, the front one was lower, and the back one was lower. It is much taller, and it is filled with densely packed books, many of which have obscure names. portrait.

At the end of the aisle is a semi-circular table that looks extremely heavy, and the wall at the end of the room seems to be semi-circular, with a shelf on each side, another bookshelf on the left, and a slightly smaller one on the right. There is a shelf for items at one point, which is full of messy sundries, and another painting is hung on the wall, the color is bold and gorgeous, the content of the painting is not clear to Ji Xia Qing, but it seems to be related to religion .

This room seems to have not considered the issue of lighting at all, there is no window.She looked up and saw countless gorgeous gemstones inlaid on the dome, some of them exuded warm and soft light, arranged in the Big Dipper, illuminating the room.

Ji Xiaqing lowered his head again, looked at the long aisle and the scarlet carpet on it, squinted his eyes and checked visually: it was about 200 meters away.

His Majesty Qingdi frowned slightly, and hesitated at his feet.

She is sure that the layout here is exquisite, such as the slightly sloping aisle that needs to be climbed; A big man, so be respectful and polite.

There is nothing wrong with such a setting, but the initiative cannot be taken by the old tower owner.

The cracking method is also very simple, just don't follow the route he has drawn.

His Majesty Qingdi let out a cold snort in his heart, looked at Xiaolong happily running towards the desk, turned his feet, walked silently to a bookshelf, and flipped through those big books.

Manstein looked at her hesitantly, looked at the teacher and Xiaolong in the distance, hesitated for a while, and walked over slowly.

Ji Xiaqing didn't take it seriously, put down the book in his hand, ran his fingers across the spine, and looked up.

A layer of ashes.

She looked at all the books thoughtfully, thinking quickly in her mind, and walked slowly, as if she wanted to engrave the title of each book in her mind.

Xiaolong looked at the helpless old man, then turned his head to look at Ji Xiaqing who was almost still there, and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, should I call Ah Qing over?"

The old tower owner looked at her in surprise, and said with emotion, "You changed your mind so quickly?" Before Xiaolong blushed and was about to slap the table, he glared at her, "It's not big or small."

Immediately, he looked at Ji Xiaqing wandering in the sea of ​​books with a slight headache, and sighed.

The layout of the room was created by a patient with a severe second illness, and it has something to do with him... barely.

"Then shall I call her over?" Xiaolong looked at the old tower owner hesitantly, with a complicated expression on his face.

She and the old man had been angry, but with the arrival of Ji Xiaqing, after solving the problem that her soul was incomplete and unable to practice forbidden arts, most of the previous conflicts between the two were resolved.And those doubts about Guderian's disappearance, because they are just doubts, it is impossible for her to act rebelliously against the teacher who raised her because of these.

The old man thought for a while, then shook his head, "She can watch it if she wants." He called for two chairs and motioned Manstein and Su Bai to sit down.

His Majesty Qingdi's patience has always been excellent, and even the pace of his feet was a little slower. He stretched out his hand and slid through each book with great interest, watching the traces left by the places where his fingertips slid, and he was even more sure that these profound The big man, the old man had barely read it.

She randomly pulled out another book, opened it and looked at it.

Brand-new.

His Majesty Qingdi laughed, and then looked at the portrait on the wall.

The first few pictures are quite normal, the paintings are nothing more than still lifes, landscape sketches, and occasionally some human bodies are mixed in - the naked/naked ones, barely, it can still be said to be in the category of art.

Ji Xiaqing continued to look forward, his expression twitching slightly.

The human body can still be called art, but what is this one in front of you?A bunch of circles?Some new form of artistic expression?

On the piece of paper in front of him, there are a bunch of chaotic circles, of different sizes, scattered and disorderly, and there are also a few drops of yellow paint of unknown material. After a long time, it is very interesting.

Probably a new form of artistic expression. After all, the technology of the Tower of Babel is much higher than that of the earth where I lived in my previous life. It is not impossible to develop an artistic style that I cannot understand.

Looking away from the corner of her eye, she found a note on the ground. The edge of the note was slightly yellowed, which seemed to be a few years old.

Her heart tightened, she picked up the note pretending nothing happened, and turned it over silently.

On the note is the handwriting of the old man who is the owner of the tower: [Wu Tu Su Bai's Hundred Day Banquet painting, keep it as a souvenir]

His Majesty Qingdi had an ominous premonition in his heart, and continued to look down.

【Title: "Duck Egg"】

Ji Xiaqing was silent for a while, then raised his head, looked carefully at the drop of paint of unknown material, and walked away silently.

It's oily, look at the color and there are peppers in the dish.

She walked to the blind spot of the three of them, picked up the small note, and was about to tear it up to vent her anger.

I just saw the first few words, and stopped again. After thinking about it, I still put in the storage equipment.

His Majesty Qingdi leaned on the bookshelf, feeling very tired. For the first time, he felt that today's affairs were beyond her control.

If these are all psychological warfare, then the old tower master must be a master of psychological warfare.

She had to keep up her spirits and continue to walk forward. After a few more steps, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the first book that was free of dust.

She was overjoyed, stepped forward quickly, and took out the book.Surprisingly, the book was even turned out of the hem, indicating that the owner of the book read it regularly, even though it appeared to be a poor quality booklet.

Ji Xiaqing turned his face and glanced at the cover of this poor-quality booklet.

"The History of the Four Emperors"

His Majesty the Qing Emperor almost dropped the book on the ground!

She quickly opened it, looked at this "toilet reading material", her face was ashen, and then her eyebrows stretched, and she slowly became surprised.

The characters are all real, and the events are all real, but the storyline is embellished and bloody.

Apart from the victim Four Emperors, there is another person who knows these things.

She silently found the author's column.

Anonymous.

well.

His Majesty Qingdi clenched his hands, and his anger reached its peak.

Fifth!You wait for Bendi!

Only at this moment, the tip of her nose moved slightly, and she smelled an inexplicable smell, which was hard to describe.

It's like a stinky sock that has been fermented in a pigsty for 49 days.

Of course, this flavor also has an official scientific name: snail powder.

Ji Xiaqing turned his head stiffly, and saw a crazy old man with a handful of sour bamboo shoots on his chopsticks, as if aware of his gaze, he raised his head blankly, and collided with his gaze.

Xiaolong and Manstein had already moved their chairs and ran to the farthest place, huddling together to hide.

His Majesty Qingdi pressed hard on his swollen temples, suddenly laughed out of anger, and strode towards the desk.

She doesn't want to play psychological warfare in circles anymore, sometimes it's better to fight a knife against a knife and a gun against a gun.

The old man watched her stride over, quickly drank the noodle soup in the bowl, wiped his mouth, opened the ventilation system, put the bowl and chopsticks on the side shelf, and sat upright, "You come here gone."

Ji Xiaqing walked up to him silently, looked at this old man who didn't play cards according to common sense, and suddenly smiled, "Is there any more?"

The old man who was the owner of the tower was stunned, and looked at her, his expression became slightly unpredictable, but he still smiled, "Of course."

So, 10 minutes later, Su Bai and Manstein looked at the two sitting opposite each other with trembling and horrified faces, fanning each other.

Su Bai's throat slipped slightly, and he looked at Manstein for help, "Brother, why do I feel that the atmosphere is not right?"

Manstein was silent for a while, looking at the two people in a strange atmosphere in the distance, frowned and squeezed his nose, "It seems to be playing the game."

"...Can they stop talking about snail powder?"

"It doesn't seem to work."

Ji Xiaqing swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up a tissue beside him and wiped his mouth gracefully, and looked at the old man, "Didn't you just eat a portion? You have a big appetite?"

The implication is nothing more than blaming the old tower owner for playing tricks and wanting to get more news from her.

The old man who was the owner of the tower nodded his head, took a sip of the soup, and said with emotion, "How can I not eat this stuff when I see others eating it? You taste so delicious, it's too much not to let others eat it."

Ji Xiaqing translated it accurately: How can you get all the benefits alone?

She smiled, "I don't want to eat your fans for nothing, just be straightforward and make a price."

The old man quickly refused, "It's just a bowl of noodles, what price do you want? I'll give it to you."

It seems that he wants more, and the old man has too much appetite.

"Cannibalism is soft, I don't agree."

"Then spit it out."

Ji Xiaqing choked up violently, and looked at the old man with a beard blowing his beard and staring.

Why is it different from what I imagined?

If you play the machine front, you can play the machine front well, why don't you play cards according to common sense?

The old man took another sip of the soup, took her bowl over, put it on the shelf beside him, and smacked his lips, "It's salty, next time I need to put less salt."

Ji Xiaqing tried hard to read the message of this sentence, but found nothing.

This made His Majesty the Qing Emperor, who had always been very clever and good at playing tricks, very at a loss.

She suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility—I'm afraid the old man didn't want to play psychological warfare with her at all.

The so-called king's prediction ran into a bronze move.

Then what were you doing just now? !

She couldn't help covering her face.

The old man wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, and motioned for the brother and sister duo who were hiding far away to come over.

The two came over reluctantly, Su Bai pinched his nose, leaned close to Ji Xiaqing's ear, and whispered through gritted teeth, "Don't kiss me today!"

His Majesty Qingdi was speechless, looking at the angry little guy, he rubbed his temples with a headache.

The old tower owner sat up straight, looked at Ji Xiaqing, and said in a gentle voice, "Let's get started."

As a result, a negotiation where one side was friendly and the other side was bewildered and wished to travel back to two hours ago to slap myself a few times started in a pleasant atmosphere and the aftertaste of snail powder.

"What's the meaning of this note?" Ji Xiaqing pointed to the big characters written in the bold handwriting on the note, "Did you find anything?"

The old man smiled, "Don't you think it's strange? That kind of black octopus card doesn't appear much. The two that appeared one after another recently, one was produced by this organization, and the other was left by the murderer at the scene of the crime. It would be strange if there was no contact."

Ji Xiaqing twitched the corners of his lips, "Then why is it connected with the strange humanoid creature found in the exploration?"

The old man of the tower owner took his time, "War robots are retreating to the extremely dark place, and there are only one kind of creatures that can survive in the extremely dark, so far, it is not surprising to connect these three. "

Ji Xiaqing narrowed his eyes and knocked on the table, "I can think of all these."

"Ah."

His Majesty Qingdi looked at the old man in front of him, and took a deep breath, "So, what did you ask me to do?"

The old man, the owner of the tower, still smiled calmly and gently, "Let's discuss the case."

"Don't you have any evidence to tell me?" Ji Xiaqing still didn't give up.

"No," the old man shook his head, his eyes looked extremely sincere, "I just want to discuss with you."

His Majesty Qingdi leaned back silently, covering his face with a ferocious expression.

Su Bai looked at her worriedly.

Afterwards, Ji Xiaqing regained his composure, sighed, and declared in his heart that the psychological warfare was a complete failure—how can there be such a thing as victory in a battle that does not exist at all?She looked at the old man and quickly recovered the level that the emperor should have. "Take out your card, I want to compare it."

The old man nodded, flipped his wrist, and took out a black octopus card, Ji Xiaqing also signaled Xiaobai to take out hers.

Putting the two cards together for comparison, the difference was quickly discovered.

"Except for the contact information on this card, there is no obvious difference in appearance," Ji Xiaqing pointed to the card left by the murderer, "but there is a watermark on this card."

Manstein picked up two cards and looked at them against the light, and sure enough, he saw a few shallow words on the latter card: 【Humanity will eventually blaspheme】

"Humans will eventually blaspheme?" He frowned, and handed the card in his hand to Su Bai, "What does this mean? Is it related to that society?"

While watching carefully, Su Bai shook his head, "No, the name of the blasphemer in the club was given by the teacher, and it hasn't spread widely. Besides," she frowned and looked at Ji Xiaqing, " The wording here is that human beings will eventually blaspheme."

It's human, not dragon.

The old man looked at the pensive Ji Xiaqing, and asked softly, "Do you have any ideas or other clues?"

Ji Xiaqing pondered for a while, then shook his head, "I have some idea, but there is no example to prove it."

The old tower owner shook his head helplessly, "Looks like it's over again." He looked at the kraft paper bag that Ji Xiaqing took out together, raised his eyebrows slightly, "It seems that your progress is very fast here, Has the textbook outline been sorted out?"

"Oh, no," Ji Xiaqing handed over the kraft paper bag in his hand, "It's just a few notes from when I was teaching Xiaobai. I'll make a deposit first to show my sincerity. I also hope that the tower owner can give me more information."

The old man smiled, took out a much thinner document from the drawer and handed it over, "It's been prepared a long time ago."

"It seems a little thin?" Ji Xiaqing weighed it and looked at him thoughtfully.

"I promise, it's what you want." The tower master said with a half-smile.

Ji Xiaqing narrowed his eyes, took the stored equipment and looked at Xiaolong beside him, "Let's go."

There is no point today. After a fight with the air, His Majesty Qingdi was very embarrassed and just wanted to run away.

Manstein was sneaky and wanted to leave with the two, but was stopped by the old tower owner behind him, "Manstein, don't leave, stay and deal with official business."

Dabailong closed his eyes in pain.

Teacher Ganqing has found a new workforce.

Ji Xiaqing suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the old tower master behind him, "Tower master, what should I call you? Can you tell me your name?"

The old man was taken aback.

Ji Xiaqing looked at Su Bai beside him, Xiaolong shook his head, "I don't know the teacher's name, I always call him teacher."

Manstein also shook his head and shrugged, "I also keep calling Teacher."

His Majesty Qingdi frowned slightly.

The old man, the tower owner, was stunned for a long time, then suddenly smiled, with a hint of nostalgia on his face, "It's been a long time since anyone asked my name, speaking of it, we should still be half of the same family."

He walked out of the desk and stretched out his hand to Ji Xiaqing, with an impeccable smile on his face, "You can call me the fifth master."

The author has something to say: Did His Majesty Qing Di fight with the air?hehehe~