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

"I don't know, but with the Zhang family's behavior style, since there was suspicion, even if the suspicion was not pursued in the end, it should have been a rigorous investigation of the identity and background of the death row in the first place." Zhang Qiling paused as he said, Looking at Nan Xing, "How to pass on the investigated information, and who knows it, you know the process."

"So in the end, we still can't bypass the archives?" Nan Xing understood, "I have handled all the files of Medog, and there is no information about this death row prisoner, so the other two archives should be responsible for this matter at that time." .”

"You should also know that the information in the archives can only be seen by certain people."

The only person who can view all the information in the archives is the head of the Zhang family.

"I understand, we can only go back and sort out our thoughts, and see if we can find the starting point for the next step." Nan Xing looked at the sky and said, "Brother, we have to go back to the inn quickly, the boss only promised to help us put it away." Stay in the room until dark."

"En." Zhang Qiling responded, and then walked forward.

The two returned to the inn before dark. At this time, the inn was experiencing its best business. When Nan Xing went to pay the bill, the innkeeper yelled at him, saying that it was to reserve a room for her, and rejected several groups of guests.

Nan Xing returned to the guest room, Zhang Qiling was sitting at the table, looking at a picture in front of him lost in thought.

Nan Xing leaned over, there were some messy lines on the picture, but there seemed to be a certain pattern, her sixth sense made her notice something strange, "Brother, is this...?"

"The pattern on the box." Zhang Qiling replied briefly.

Nan Xing immediately took out the box in her pocket and observed, "Then this box should also have a pattern."

Zhang Qiling stood up and made some gestures on the box, "Look at these places."

Nan Xing looked at the places he pointed to, and then looked at Zhang Qiling in surprise, with an answer ready to come out in his heart.

"I'll draw the pattern on your box first." Zhang Qiling said.

Nan Xing handed him the box.

After Zhang Qiling finished drawing, he looked at the pattern and let out a "huh".

Then, he stacked the two patterns together and shined them on the light of the oil lamp.

What was presented in front of them was a stick figure drawn with movements, a bit like a set of analysis of martial arts movements.

Nan Xing looked at the pattern, and after a while, he said slowly, "Brother, I think, you may be the one who can see the secrets of the ancient city of Sizhou."

Hearing this, Zhang Qiling turned his head to look at Nan Xing, and in an instant, he understood the meaning of Nan Xing's words.

"You don't see these patterns on the box, do you?"

Nan Xing nodded, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

If Zhang Qiling was the person they were looking for, the matter would become much clearer.

However, these recent events have gradually pointed to a result - Zhang Qiling is likely to become the next patriarch.

Nan Xing was looking at the picture in a daze, but Zhang Qiling took back the picture, folded it up, put it together with the box, and then got up to go out.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Nan Xing asked.

"Shopping." Zhang Qiling was ready to open the door.

"Wait for me, I'll go with you." Nan Xing put the box back into his pocket, "I've inquired about it. There's a very popular restaurant nearby. You haven't eaten all day. Let's go there for dinner first, shall we? good?"

Zhang Qiling turned his head and looked at Nan Xing in surprise.

During these years in the Zhang family, there were not a few opportunities for them to come out, but they all went to the fields with their adoptive father.

Every time I came out, I was either on the road or in a dark tomb. I didn’t have the experience of going to a place for dinner like today.

"Trust me, I won't let you down." Nan Xing habitually stretched Qi Ling's hand as he spoke.

Even though it has been ten years since I came here, my body still remembers the habits formed in my previous life so clearly.

When he was about to touch his finger, Nan Xing paused in mid-air, then awkwardly stretched towards the door behind him, and opened it.

Looking at Nan Xing's extremely awkward opening gesture, Zhang Qiling looked up, and for a moment, saw a fleeting look of disappointment on her face.

The restaurant was in the busiest part of the town. When the two arrived at the restaurant, night had just fallen, the shops on the street were all lit up, and the streets were full of people.

They sat by the window on the second floor, just in time to see the bustling scene on the street.

After coming here, Nan Xing finally understood why this restaurant is so popular.

This is a Sichuan restaurant. The owner is from Chengdu, the land of abundance. There is a market for spicy and spicy flavors anywhere in China.

Another reason is that the waiters in this restaurant seem to have work experience in theater troupes.

For example, if you order a hot pot seat, the clerk will perform a Sichuan opera before lighting the fire. The scene is very exciting.The little tea-pouring boys shuttled between the banquets. When serving the tea, they would turn around and move around, carrying the pot and the cup. The strange demonstrations, all kinds of tea-serving postures without repetition.

"Flying dragon is in the sky!" With a crisp male voice, the boy next to Nan Xing held the long-spout teapot with his backhand, stretched his arms behind him, and the long spout was along his shoulders, and the tea was poured into the teacup in front of Nan Xing just at a uniform speed. , not a single drop was spilled.

"Please use it slowly." After the little boy said politely, he held the long-mouthed pot with fists in his hands and walked away, hiding his merit and fame.

"It's not tea, it's craftsmanship." Nan Xing picked up the teacup and praised casually.

Immediately afterwards, she seemed to think of something suddenly: "This little brother just called 'Flying Dragon in the Sky'? Isn't this the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head and said, "This is the 'Eighteen Forms of Dragon Walking'."

"Kang Long has regrets!"

Nan Xing followed the sound and saw that the little boy was serving tea to the neighboring table in another stretched posture.

"Has Kanglong regretted it? Isn't that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

Zhang Qiling glanced at her, seemingly puzzled why she repeatedly mentioned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Nan Xingfan suddenly realized that people in this era don't even know Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and Jin Yong hasn't even been born yet.

But this made her suddenly interested in the "Eighteen Forms of Dragon Walking", "Brother, have you seen this kind of tea performance before?"

"I haven't seen it."

"Then how do you know the eighteen moves of the dragon?"

"Read a book."

"..."

While talking, the little boy serving tea came back again.

It's just that this time it's to add tea to Zhang Qiling.

After flipping the teapot again and pouring more difficult moves, the boy clasped his fists, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to report the name of the move just now, so he added with clasped fists: "Qinglong Xizhu, please use it slowly."

After Zhang Qiling listened, he looked at Nan Xing lightly, as if observing her reaction.

"Hey, it's not the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon move this time." Nan Xing raised his eyebrows with interest, and looked back.

"Guest officer, this is the Eighteen Forms of Dragon Walking." The little boy couldn't help interjecting, with a serious look on his face, "I don't know where you have seen the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

"Well..." Nan Xing said, glanced at Zhang Qiling, and smiled slightly, "I'm also reading."

The expression on the boy's face suddenly became a little complicated, Nan Xing eased up and said: "Thank you, little friend, I don't know if it's convenient for you to show the remaining fifteen moves, so that I won't admit my mistake next time I see you." gone."

"I've practiced the eighteen dragon poses for seven years, and it's okay to do it backwards." The boy showed joy on his face, and then he demonstrated a complete set of eighteen dragon poses at their table in one go, and then reversed all the movements. Come again, smooth and coherent as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Nan Xing and Zhang Qiling were silent for a second after reading it.

In the next second, the two looked at each other at the same time, and saw the same answer from each other's expressions.

The pattern on the box shows the eighteen postures of the dragon walking upside down.

It's just that the long-mouthed pot is not drawn in the picture, but the action is the same.

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