Himemoto's interpretation

Nosebleed.

There was still a lot of flow, and a dark red flower was stained on the white carpet.

The shape of the flower is not very good-looking, like a gourd growing wildly.

Xingqi was thinking about how to clean up this puddle, when severe pain mixed with soreness rushed from her nose to her brain.

She belatedly said "Ah", and then realized that she was not only swept by the wind of the fist just now, but also hit the bull's-eye.

"The reaction is too slow." The detective handed a large ball of tissues under the assistant's nose, motioning for her to take it by herself, "Didn't you notice it?"

Xingqi shook her head, but the detective grabbed her ears and straightened her head, "Don't shake."

"You're very creative in waking people up." The detective returned the phone to Xingqi, "Don't play like that next time. Fortunately, I remember that I was at home, or your head will be smashed."

Without the blessing of formal attire, the detective spoke more casually, as if he was a little bit more gangster and fierce, but——

It's honestly not threatening.

Xingqi's eyes fell on the corners of her raised mouth opposite, and she couldn't help but rejoice: the nosebleed was not caused by staring at something she shouldn't be looking at, but because she was beaten, that's great!

Thinking of this, she let out a hey laugh that she didn't even notice.

"Still laughing?" The detective poked at the assistant, "The bridge of the nose is not broken?"

Xingqi quickly stopped laughing, adjusted her emotions, and filled her heart with shame and guilt, "I'm sorry."

Having said that, it doesn't look so flat, and there is a career line.

The eyes involuntarily glanced over again, but the detective had already gone to the bathroom to get a towel.

Xingqi looked down at her own. Compared with her, the detective's depth was just right, the absolute ideal.

After such a toss, it was getting late, the detective took the folder and went out, and told the assistant to finish the surveillance quickly before leaving.

However, being punched by a detective and causing a nosebleed, she somehow attracted Xu Shilin, a technical foreign aid who is said to have social barriers. She deliberately ran to the study on the first floor, watched Xingqi's red and swollen nose for a long time, and ran up to get two. Pink bunny bandage down.

"Why post this if there is no trauma?" Xingqi asked.

"It's too ugly." Lin thought about it, and added, "It's not like a rabbit, it's like a human."

Xingqi: "..."

So the social obstacle of this technical foreign aid is that he can't treat people as people?

Lin asked curiously, "But why were you beaten by the detective?"

Xingqi didn't think about it: "The way to call | the bed is wrong."

Lin: "Hey......"

So the dinner technology foreign aid turned into a chef and cooked a pot of stewed chicken with yam, and made a stewed pear cup with wolfberry and white fungus for Xingqi, saying that it cleared the throat and throat and made a friend.

What sound do you know?

Xingqi didn't understand, and remembered that the detective seemed to have mentioned this technology. The foreign aid grew up abroad and couldn't speak Mandarin well.But she was immediately immersed in the infinite joy of saying goodbye to carrots, and put aside the idea of ​​whether "confidante" would be "ziyin".

The detective came back after dinner, hurriedly ate a few pieces of yam, and asked Xingqi to go with her to the third floor.

"How's the monitoring going?"

"I've gone through it once." Xingqi said slowly, with countless faces flashing through her mind at the same time.

At the beginning, it was one sheet after another, and later dozens of sheets on a page were arranged horizontally and vertically, with faces and figures alternating.

When they reached the third floor, Xingqi hesitated and said, "I don't seem to have seen Lu Sheng."

"It's not surprising that I didn't see it." The detective knocked on the door of the guest room twice. "She hasn't used the Internet to pay or log in to social software in the past few days. The phone has been turned off all the time, and she is 'invisible' in reality."

Lin who opened the door wore a panda hat and held a box of pudding in his hand. Before the detective could ask, he took the initiative to say, "The image and music files of the game have been extracted, and the route calculation is still in progress. It will be ready soon."

"Okay, thank you." The detective entered the door sideways, walked through the living room to the end of the corridor, "Lin, do you want to stay with us or in your room?"

Lin raised the spoon and pointed in the opposite direction, meaning her room.

Xingqi officially unlocked the studio's new map.

Except for the guest rooms, the entire floor is filled with machines, ranging from huge black monsters that are as large as the ceiling like Transformers to small drones of all kinds. Digital products are everywhere.

At first glance, the room where the detective brought her had several whiteboards and blackboards, but upon closer inspection, there were power cords trailing behind them.

Only one whiteboard was filled with markers.

The detective's writing is beautiful, and the writing is as free and easy as the person himself, which is extremely pleasing to the eye.

But Xingqi couldn't understand the specific content at all.

For example, "ideal" and "lane" are connected by two-way arrows; "monitoring" and "jiang" are written side by side in parentheses; " followed by "over"...

The only thing that can make Xingqi associate these words with this commission is the big word "Lu Sheng" in the center of the whiteboard.

"Lin, you can turn it on." The detective sent a voice and put the phone aside.

In response to her voice, the startup screen flashed on the large whiteboard in the center of the room.

A few seconds later, the screen flashed, and a map of the city area appeared on the screen, with buildings and roads, but no names.

Xingqi recognized it immediately, "It's there."

Lu Sheng's old residence, the old dormitory area that is being demolished.

"Yes." Xia Libai circled the building that caused Xingqi's nightmare with a laser pointer, and turned her head to look at it. The assistant didn't respond in any way. She unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Lin, the simulation calculation is finished." ?"

"All right."

Starting from that dormitory building, twelve or thirteen dotted lines of different colors extend around, but most of them cross the river to the east, and only two to the west.

The end of the dashed line is framed by a rounded rectangle of the same color.

"Lu Sheng's disappearance starts from the day he left here, and there have been eight days since then, and Lu Sheng has disappeared." Seeing the assistant looking up and down, obviously not understanding what the picture means, Xia Libai explained, "This It is the route she may have traveled in these eight days, and the area she may go to."

"Ah?" Xingqi was at a loss, "Didn't it mean that there was no trace? How do you know that this is the route she walked..."

"It is possible, there is a certain probability, but it is not necessarily true." Xia Libai corrected, "The absence of whereabouts also indicates a certain route."

Has my brain been overwhelmed? Why can't I even understand the detective's Mandarin?

Xingqi pursed her lips depressedly, suddenly the sweetness of oranges came from her nose, and she subconsciously opened her mouth to grab it.

"Don't think too much." Xia Libai rubbed his assistant's ears, "These calculations are based on your screening and monitoring."

"what?"

"Lu Sheng left the old residence and walked 100 meters to the west, and then the surveillance did not capture her. I am sure of this. There are not many routes that can completely avoid the surveillance, which is what we saw."

Xingqi: "Oh, that's it."

"In short, Lu Sheng may be in one of these fourteen places, and he hasn't left for eight days."

The detective simply sums it up.

Although it is still cloudy, Xingqi decided to accept the conclusion and no longer try to use her head that has definitely been in the water to find out.

The detective turned off the screen and pointed to the side: "Look at this."

This time it was the big blackboard on Xingqi's left that lit up. There were 24 thumbnails on it, which looked like traditional Chinese paintings, but one of them looked familiar.

Xingqi found her phone, opened "Jiangshan Wanli Tour", and compared the picture scroll she got yesterday with the one on the screen.

The detective glanced at her mobile phone, "Don't look at it, it's all game illustrations."

Xingqi looked at the screen again, shocked: "Am I playing a pirated version?"

Except for yesterday's picture with a little bit of color, the scrolls she has received so far are all very ordinary thatched cottages and mountain trails, with only a few lines, which are dull and tasteless.

A few days ago, when she was assigned by the detective to exchange steps for copper coins, she still wondered why the detective would indulge in such a boring and monotonous game.

"It's genuine, look at mine."

The detective unlocked the phone and gave it to the assistant, asking her to click on the study room where the picture scrolls are stored in the game.

Seeing the rows of small and exquisite illustrations on the screen, Xingqi suddenly felt that the pear cup he ate at night turned into a lemon, "We are not playing a game, detective!"

Each of the picture scrolls in the detective's study room is exquisite, and the words and picture scrolls complement each other. There are several particularly artistic pictures that Xingqi even wants to print out and paste on the wall as wallpaper.

And not only landscapes, but also various characters, birds and animals.

There is a picture of a man in white playing the piano on a cloud platform in a high mountain. His robe and long beard are fluttering, elegant and unrestrained, and a big roc is soaring in the background of the sea of ​​clouds. This poem is Li Bai's "Shang Li Yong". And the vigorous spirit expressed in the poems seems to be powerful.

"It's one, but it's a pity that there are too few slots, and I lost a few pretty ones." The detective said, swiping a few times on the big screen, pointing with a laser pointer, "This one, this one , and this column."

Xingqi's eyes were suddenly attracted by the picture in the upper left corner.

This one also comes from Li Bai, whose poem is "Ancient Style No. [-]" by Li Bai. Most of the painting uses a large-scale depiction of a Taiqing fairy holding a hibiscus and a neon dress.But behind and below the fairy, a group of barbaric intruders grinned bloodily like wolves.

The picture scroll vividly expresses the contrast between "Lotus Wonderland" and "War in Chaos" in the poem.

Xingqi doesn't know much about art. She feels that although this picture is an illustration for a game, the painter's expressive ability and skills are very strong. The painter was infected by Shixian's poems, and he painted his feelings and experiences truthfully under the brush, which is a strong infection. The force makes the viewer unable to breathe for a long time.

The detective followed the assistant's eyes and looked over, "Oh, I took this one, it doesn't look good, I lost it."

Xingqi didn't want to talk to such Europeans who didn't know how to cherish them.

She didn't realize the charm of "Journey to the River and Mountain·Thousand Miles" until now.

"It's amazing." Xingqi sighed sincerely, "The person who drew these pictures is the person who made this game."

For many people, the game has a derogatory meaning of "playing things and losing one's ambition" from the day it was born, but it can also express the creator's inspiration, convey or reveal some kind of or a variety of concepts and ideas.

Creation and expression should not be limited to secular vision, because human thought has unlimited breadth and depth.

Xingqi didn't know how to express her inner thoughts, she just murmured, "It's amazing."

She looked at it for a while before realizing that the detective seemed to be looking at her. When she turned her head, she was facing the detective with an indifferent face.

"Does it look good?"

Xingqi nodded vigorously, "It's beautiful! It's super beautiful!"

"Do you want to know who drew it?"

"miss you!"

The detective slapped the bottom of the screen, the thumbnail disappeared, and the display changed back to a big blackboard, "I won't tell you."

Xingqi touched the Band-Aid on her nose, and just took out her phone to search for the artist of the game, but the phone was snatched away by the detective.

"It's Lu Sheng." Lin's voice came from a corner of the room, "79% of the illustrations in this game are drawn by Lu Sheng."

"Lin - curly hair!"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but for a moment, Xingqi felt the detective’s panic. She seemed quite dissatisfied with the technical foreign aid’s dismantling, and almost called out the technical foreign aid’s real name, because Xu Shilin’s “Lin” was placed at the end. The detective's Caton obviously put "Lin" at the beginning.

Just say that Xu Shilin must be a pseudonym.

The author has something to say:

Sometimes typos and grammar will be checked after posting, so there will be revisions, sorry.

In addition, the two poems quoted in this chapter are as follows:

"Shang Li Yong"

One day the roc rises with the same wind, swaying straight up ninety thousand li.

If the wind breaks down, it will still be able to shake the water.

When the world sees my constant special tone, they all sneer when they hear what I say.

Xuan's father can still be afraid of future generations, and his husband should not be young.

"Ancient Style Part [-]"

Go to the Lotus Mountain in the west, and see the stars all the way.

With the hibiscus in her hands, she stumbles into the sky in a vain step.

The neon clothes drag the broad belt, fluttering and ascending to the sky.

Invite me to the cloud platform, Gao Yi Wei Shuqing.

Suddenly, he went with him, and he took the lead in Ling Ziming.

Looking down on Luoyang River, Hu Bing walked in a vast distance.

Bleeding on the weeds, the wolves are full of crowns.