[Grave Raiders Notes bg] Lost Notes 2: Heavy Fate

All of Nan Xing's luggage was left behind in Baile Capital, and now there is only one dowry bag left. Except for some daily toiletries, there is nothing else in it, so it was packed quickly.

Zhang Ruixue came in a hurry and did not bring extra clothes, so Nan Xing could only wear Zhang Qiling's long robe.

For convenience, Nan Xing put her hair up, and her wide-brimmed hat covered more than half of her small face.She was taller than many men in the early days of the Republic of China, so she looked more like a young man from Zhilan Yushu from a distance. Walking with Zhang Qiling, she felt like two brothers.

"Why can't you think about dressing yourself up like this? You're blind to your painted-skinned goblin foundation." Zhang Ruixue sighed wistfully.

Nan Xing didn't take it seriously: "If you don't do this, you have to wear a leather mask. You don't know how many mosquitoes, flies, rats and cockroaches I encountered on the way to Bailejing."

Zhang Ruixue: "You are with the patriarch, don't worry about this."

Nan Xing: "It's agreed that to be a qualified corpse, I have to avoid all things that may cause him trouble."

Zhang Ruixue looked at the already dark sky: "With your appearance, I guess when we stay in the same room tonight, the hotel owner will treat me as a pervert."

Just as he was talking, Zhang Qiling, who was walking in front, stopped and turned to look at them.

Zhang Ruixue immediately stopped chatting: "Patriarch, is there anything you want to tell us?"

"There is a restaurant in front." Zhang Qiling glanced at the corner in front of the road.

Zhang Ruixue was flattered: "Patriarch, it's only evening now. Although I am old, I can still do it for a whole day. You don't need to accommodate me. We can continue to drive at night."

"She's hungry." He said this while looking at Nan Xing.

Zhang Ruixue was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Nan Xing blankly: "Are you hungry?"

Nan Xing nodded like a pounding garlic.

Zhang Ruixue had a disbelieving expression on her face—basically, Zhang's family members had been trained to exercise restraint in eating. At Nan Xing's age, it is reasonable to not eat for several days in a row.

I used to live together in Medog, why didn't I find that the child was hungry so fast that he seemed to be picked up from outside.

Moreover, Zhang Qiling was used to Nan Xing's diet and routine, not only did he not show anything wrong, but he stopped to eat specially for her.

Just as Zhang Ruixue's thoughts were going back and forth, Zhang Qiling and Nan Xing had already walked into the gate of the restaurant.

The three found a table and sat down, and quickly ordered a few dishes.

The dishes were served quickly, Nan Xing saw that the two of them didn't seem to want to eat together, so they ate by themselves.

A moment of silence.

Zhang Ruixue glanced at Nan Xing, then at Zhang Qiling, who was looking out the window.

The two people in front of them were clearly just quietly taking care of their own affairs, but the distance between them seemed to have become very close, which even made Zhang Ruixue feel that sitting here was unnecessary.

Zhang Ruixue withdrew her gaze and said, "Patriarch, Nan Xing, after you and I leave Guangxi by the way, we will return to Medog directly."

Nan Xing understood that Zhang Ruixue was planning to go back to investigate the village with the abnormal longevity phenomenon mentioned earlier, so he said, "If there is indeed such a snake mine in the village you mentioned, then it is very likely that Motuo also has Heifeizi to monitor it."

Zhang Ruixue turned the white porcelain teacup in her hand, and frowned: "No one is more familiar with Medog than me. If someone is watching, I will definitely be able to detect it. But in these years, I haven't found any clues."

"After you go back, find a way to check the Zhang family related to the Medog Archives." Zhang Qiling, who had been silent at the side, said suddenly.

Zhang Ruixue paused as she turned the teacup, "...Patriarch, do you suspect that Motuo has an inner ghost?"

Zhang Qiling nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Hei Feizi's appearance is no different from ordinary people, he can be anyone around him."

"The patriarch...how can you be sure that I'm not Hei Feizi?"

Zhang Qiling didn't answer her, and turned his gaze to Nan Xing who was focusing on the plate of steamed fish in front of him.

Zhang Ruixue came to her senses with a surprised look: "Nan Xing, when did you check me?"

"When you fell asleep last night," Nan Xing raised his eyes from the steamed fish, "In order to wait for you to fall into a deep sleep, I basically didn't sleep last night."

Zhang Ruixue didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "At this time, you are the head of your family."

"I never lose the chain at critical moments."

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After leaving Guangxi, Zhang Ruixue took the task and went back in the direction of Medog.

Zhang Qiling and Nan Xing went to Changsha as planned.

Although railways were built in the early days of the Republic of China, they were all short-distance trains. The two changed several means of transportation back and forth, and finally arrived in Changsha five days later.

Changsha is very different from Medog and Bailejing. It does not have the vastness of Medog, nor is it as festive as Bailejing. The stinky tofu at various stalls, the smell of fried spicy peppers float in the air, and the whole city is hot and spicy. of.

The main street of Changsha is very prosperous, with teahouses, teahouses, salt stores, and grain stores.The sounds of Hunan Opera, Huagu Opera, and Tanci fill the streets and alleys. It is said that there are more than 50 theaters in Changsha, and various operas are running day and night.

After Nan Xing lost his memory, he only went to Bailejing except Motuo. When he first arrived in Changsha, he felt fresh everywhere.Zhang Qiling had been here before and revisited the old place, so he acted as half of the ground guide along the way, Nan Xing still didn't need to use his brain, just follow along.

The two came to the location of the Central Archives, but found that it had become a private mansion, with the word "Wan Zhai" written on the door plate.

Archives disappeared out of thin air?

Nan Xing looked at Zhang Qiling suspiciously. He was also looking at the metal door plate in front of him, as if he was confirming something.

Nan Xing also glanced at the house number, and suddenly found that under the two Chinese characters "Wan Zhai", there was actually a version written in oracle bone inscriptions.

The eyes of the two people were locked on the word "ten thousand" at the same time. After a second of silence, the two looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

Nan Xing: "In the period of oracle bone inscriptions, 'wan' refers to a scorpion, and the symbol of the Central Archives is a scorpion."

Zhang Qiling: "We need to check this mansion."

The two found a restaurant nearby for dinner.

In Changsha, in addition to eating, the famous big restaurants also set up a stage. After people eat, the waiter will serve a pot of tea, chatting while listening to the play, the sound of talking loudly, boiling water, peeling melon seeds, etc. There was a clatter of teapots clinking.

Such restaurants gather first-hand avenues and gossip from the entire city.

"I heard that the new Wan family on Qingshi Street this year will hold a fireworks show and dance party tomorrow night to celebrate Miss Wan's birthday." An old man at the next table started talking with a Changsha accent.

"So what? If you want to participate in this kind of dance, you must have an invitation letter. The people who can receive it are either rich or noble. What does it have to do with us?"

"I heard it's different this time. In addition to those who received the invitation, Wanjia will give out two free places." The old man poured a cup of tea and said mysteriously.

"It's free? There must be conditions, right?" The other people at the same table suddenly became interested.

"The poster should be posted tomorrow, and you should know it by then."

After Nan Xing listened, she looked at Zhang Qiling calmly.

He looked up at her and said, "Go to the Bajiao Pavilion after dinner."

Nan Xing didn't understand why he was going to the Bajiao Pavilion for a while, but the little brother must have a purpose in doing things. After nodding in agreement, he speeded up the speed of eating so as not to delay the business.

When the two came out of the restaurant, night had just fallen, and the Bajiao Pavilion was not far away, and they arrived after a short walk.

Bajiao Pavilion draws on the style of Shanghai streets and is a new street in Changsha.

The whole street is lined with shops and merchants.There are foreign goods grocery stores, shoe stores, bookstores, pen shops, photo shops, etc., and it is a veritable commercial center in Changsha.

Looking at the dazzling array of shops along the way, Nan Xing finally couldn't help asking: "Brother, what are we doing here?"

"Buy clothes." Zhang Qiling stood still in a clothing store, looked sideways at Nan Xing: "Here."

"what?"

Nan Xing froze for a moment, making sure he heard correctly.

If this sentence was spoken by anyone else, Nan Xing would not have the slightest emotional fluctuation, but when Zhang Qiling said it, and in such a gentle tone, the effect was comparable to that of the New Year, and Nan Xing even started to have a tachycardia...

Wait, don't move your heart.

After contacting the text, the little brother proposed to buy her clothes at this time, probably just to prepare for the dance party tomorrow night, right?

While thinking about it, Zhang Qiling had already stepped into the clothing store, and Nan Xing followed behind him.

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The Changsha dungeon is officially launched~~Guess who will be the first person to appear in the Nine Gates~~

Recently, I have been cultivating immortals. I go to work during the day, sleep for a while at night and then get up in the early morning to paint the homework of the original painting class. I am really worried that I will die suddenly orz