The note was rolled into a small hollow cylinder. Song Qiaoyu had good eyesight and was able to quickly distinguish the existence of this small thing from the white wall. If you don't turn on the flashlight, I'm afraid this thing will really blend in with the environment like a chameleon. It shows that the person who put it down has really considered the color and color coordination.
Song Qiaoyu carefully took out the scroll and spread it out. There was only a line of unknown code written on it.
【F3.B5.21.3】
"What is this?" Song Qiaoyu frowned and immediately took a photo of the content of the note and uploaded it.
Lu Yao received the message and was confused for the time being. He asked doubtfully: "What is it, a password? How many words can you say in such a short length? Hey, come and take a look?" She couldn't help, so she could only knock on her body. Next to them, Shao Zi and Jiang Qiu wanted to find someone for help.
Not finding any other clues, Song Qiaoyu closed the switch cover and returned to her previous seat.
The meal reminder in Tang Qian's hand beeped just now, so he went to get the coffee he ordered, returned to his seat and began to taste it comfortably.
When he saw Song Qiaoyu coming back, he even had the time to raise his hand to say hello.
"You are becoming more and more heartless," Song Qiaoyu raised her eyes to see Tang Qian's actions, glanced at the cartoon pistol pattern in his cup, and was speechless, "You are quite good at carpe diem."
"By the way, I haven't gone out seriously for a long time." Tang Qian added two packets of sugar to his coffee and glanced at the piece of paper still unfolded in Song Qiaoyu's hand, "Isn't this the number of the city library? You come here Just to get this?”
"Wait a minute, do you know what this means?" Song Qiaoyu's movements stopped, he was really unbelievable.
At the same time, Lu Yao also heard new news on the other side of the headset. She couldn't wait and shouted loudly: "Brother Jiang said that he had gone to the Yuzhou City Library to borrow books, and he remembered the words on the small grid label on the bookcase there. The numbers are all in this format. Maybe this note is meant to point to that place!"
This kind of thing is beyond the scope of Song Qiaoyu's common sense. He can't remember the last year he entered the library, or he has never been there at all.
Tang Qian used a spoon to mix the latte art pattern on the coffee together with the brown sugar and white sugar. The sound of metal clanking against the wall of the cup kept coming.
He saw that Song Qiaoyu's expression seemed very strange, so he explained: "Our teacher especially likes to ask us to go to the city library to study during holidays, saying that we can experience the 'bookish atmosphere'. He recommends it before every holiday. There is a class After the lecture, he impromptuly introduced to us the best time to queue up for seats in the library in the morning so that we can grab seats and sleep as late as possible, which is very practical. So I go there every holiday, and I have the impression that it is normal."
"Understood, I'm going to take a look now." Song Qiaoyu said to Lu Yao on the other side of the phone.
After stirring the coffee evenly, Tang Qian still had time to slowly tap the spoon on the edge of the cup to shake off the last drop of mellow liquid. But after all the seemingly elegant preparations, he finally picked up the cup extremely rudely and drank all the coffee in one gulp.
"Okay, is the next stop going to the city library?" After completing this series of actions, Tang Qian took the napkin next to him and quickly wiped his mouth, and then said sincerely, "I can help you book a taxi."
Sometimes, Song Qiaoyu couldn't tell whether the child had excellent acting skills since he was born and really wanted to help, so he bothered to disguise his identity; or whether he was relieved after telling the secret and had such a huge change like letting go of himself.
Being compared to a child is obviously not the direction Song Qiaoyu likes to develop.
So after coming to the library and finding that specific bookshelf, Song Qiaoyu's nerves were in a highly tense state and she vowed not to miss any details.
Hard work pays off.
"It must be this." Song Qiaoyu said firmly.
He found a manual bound with A4 white paper from the bookshelf, just behind the gap between the books.
The few words on the note represent a specific grid of bookcases, and the bookcases in Yuzhou City Library are all of the same size, with more than thirty books in a row. Song Qiaoyu has a sharp eye for being able to find the target.
"'The Luo Ying Villa Murder Incident Stage Play Script'?" Tang Qian stood aside, reading the words on the cover exactly, and raised his eyebrows, "What a coincidence, I quite like this book. Our class I also introduced it during the reading exchange meeting. It seems that this hint is quite thoughtful, but I didn't expect you, Officer Liang, to be able to see this.
"The Murder at Fallen Villa" is a famous work by veteran mystery novelist Chen Wenxi. Because the core plot was too complicated to be adapted for the stage, no one dared to take the lead in adapting it for a long time after the copyright was sold. This incident spread widely, and many people tried to recreate some of the tricks in order to show off their hands-on skills. For a while, it was simply a traffic code. But if you want to restore all the tricks in it and set it up as a stage play, that is pure nonsense. You can tell it is a disguise at a glance. "
Song Qiaoyu coughed dryly.
"I just think it's very awkward to have a bunch of white paper among so many books."
The words are rough and the reasoning is not rough. There are more than one million old books within one mile of this library. The covers are blank and the titles are simple. The corners are new. The information books bound with staplers are probably rarer than the wrongly printed books. And even if they exist It must have been accidentally left behind by a reader or staff member of Madaha. If there is such a small probability on such a grid, it is enough to buy a lottery ticket.
Song Qiaoyu had already turned the page of the book, and took off her earphones due to Lu Yao's nagging in the earphones, and threw them to Tang Qian who was waiting with a nearby book.
"Classmate Tang, I'm starting to doubt you again." Lu Yao put down the bag of potato chips he had just eaten and said casually, "Tell the truth, you were the president of the detective agency you said you were, and you happened to be involved in Over time, it turns out that it was planned for a long time and carefully calculated as a connection and excuse; rather than what was said before to rush the ducks to the shelves, it was a last resort."
Tang Qian sighed: "I just have a lot of personal hobbies, so there's no need to be so exaggerated, right?"
"It's still very suspicious and needs further observation." Lu Yao commented with a click of his tongue.
"Have you finished reading?" Tang Qian had no choice but to change the topic and turned to Song Qiaoyu, who was flipping through a few pages of paper beside him. "What exactly is the thing that you spent so much time to find?"
Song Qiaoyu closed the page with a snap, her tone was a little weird, and she said vaguely: "It is indeed relevant content, but I can't see any way. Someone will take it back later. We can also go back quickly to avoid unnecessary trouble. You’re scared again.”
"He's not afraid. He's already tested it to this point." Lu Yao joked again in the earphones. Unfortunately, the library can't be opened to the public. This time, Tang Qian can hear it, but Song Qiaoyu can't - but I guess He didn't want to hear this nonsense either.
Hearing this, Tang Qian also threw the headphones back into Song Qiaoyu's hands like a hot potato.
