"The drums are ringing at the third watch, and the boat is sailing above the moon. Half a pair of vegetarian bags can relieve worries."
Looking at the words on the newspaper, the fat man had one big eye and one small eye. He pursed his lips, then turned his head to look at the doctor and Xia Meng, and said, "This seems... It seems like someone A code word."
When he was very young, he loved to watch martial arts. There were often scenes of flying pigeons delivering messages. In order to prevent the messages from being intercepted by opponents, the messages were usually written in a cryptic way.
I don't know if she was frightened by the doctor, but Xia Meng was particularly cooperative this time. She handed over the newspaper honestly and sat at the table with a gloomy face, not sure what she was thinking.
It is not difficult to understand that the drums are ringing at the third watch in the middle of the night. It means that Master Huang will come to the lake to sing opera tonight.
But the next sentence is "The boat is sailing on the moon"...
The fat man blinked and felt that something seemed to be involved in this. After all, a boat is a boat, but how could a boat sail to the moon?
"It's a reflection." Jiang Cheng looked at the newspaper and said without raising his head, "It's the reflection of the moon on the lake. When the boat sails up, it's like a boat sailing on the moon."
Xia Meng's expression didn't change at all. She seemed to have guessed it a long time ago. Her eyes were focused on the last two sentences.
Half of the vegetable bag can relieve intestinal distress.
The latter sentence is easy to understand. It probably means solving the current dilemma, and it can also be extended to mean a way out.
She was puzzled by the first half of the sentence - half of the sentence.
After all, the two sentences connected before and after mean that this half of the capsule can help them find a way out.
But... what is a sutan?
And why half a pair?
It would be fine if this so-called element bag is a real thing, but it is just like a boat traveling on the moon. It is just an extension, something on the level of imagery.
That would be hard to guess.
"Drums will sound at the third watch, and the boat will sail to the moon's reflection on the lake. Obtaining this half set of bags can solve our biggest worries now."
Staring at the newspaper spread out in front of the doctor, Fatty used his own understanding to translate the clue code.
After all, there are too few clues available at the moment, and there are even fewer that can be used to reason or corroborate each other, so the situation inevitably reaches a deadlock.
The fat man scratched his head vigorously, looking very impatient. After all, it was the doctor who had the accident this time. "What kind of clue is this?" He sat down next to the doctor and complained: "It's of no use at all!"
"Not necessarily." It was Jiang Cheng who spoke. As the person involved, he seemed to be in a better mood than the other two, "At least we know that Young Master Huang will come to the lake to perform tonight, and there will be a boat. "
"The timing of the ghost's attack can also be determined." Xia Meng said in a cold voice: "It will be when the boat sails to the moon's reflection on the lake."
"Whose boat?" Jiang Cheng asked naturally.
"It may only be carrying Master Huang, or it may be carrying one or a few of us." Xia Meng said, "It would be better if we all take the boat together, but if we come one by one..." She paused. , "Just ask yourself for happiness."
The fat man on the side looked at Jiang Cheng and then at Xia Meng. He could not imagine that so much could be extracted from these seemingly unrelated words.
But there was one sentence he heard clearly: the ghost will attack the doctor when the ship sails into the reflection of the moon.
"Doctor." The fat man suddenly became excited, "Then wouldn't it be better if we didn't let the ship sail into the reflection of the moon? Or...or we don't even get on the ship today."
In his imagination, as long as the premise of Zhou Xingyue can be prevented from happening, then the ghost will naturally have no chance to take action, and the doctor will be safe.
Xia Meng raised her head and glanced at the fat man, and then glanced at Jiang Cheng without any trace, as if asking, are you serious about bringing this guy into business?
But what Xia Meng didn't expect was that even under such conditions, Jiang Cheng didn't show any reasonable impatience with the fat man, but his tone changed slightly and his speaking speed became faster.
"It's not because of the bowl of blood." Jiang Cheng said, "It's just a reminder."
"hint?"
The two frowned together, and the fat man didn't understand even more. He subconsciously believed that the doctor was targeted by ghosts because he chose the bowl of human blood, which led to the death of the doctor.
"What's the hint?" Fatty asked in disbelief: "It's a hint that you're being targeted?"
"Um."
really.
This reason is too far-fetched and contains too many uncertainties.
Fatty briefly recalled in his mind a series of things that had happened since they entered the instance, and felt that what the doctor said made sense, and this was more like a reminder.
Prompts from... ghosts.
No, the fat man's pupils changed slightly, as if he suddenly realized something. It would be more appropriate to say it was a rule.
After all, there is no absolute dead end in a mission.
"Then why are you being targeted, doctor?" The fat man raised his head and asked.
"Because he didn't diagnose Master Huang's pulse." Xia Meng's voice sounded, "Do you still remember what the middle-aged woman said when we went to the place where Master Huang lives?"
"To put it simply, there are only two requirements. One is to change the costume, and the other is to see a doctor for Master Huang." Xia Meng's voice sounded confident, as if she was explaining the facts.
Something flashed in his eyes, and the fat man swallowed. Tang Shirou, who died tragically last night, was the only one who was not wearing a costume, so she was skinned, and the doctor... was the only one who went up without seeing it. People who come to Master Huang, let alone see a doctor.
Even Qin Jian, who went up later, saw Master Huang.
really.
That does...make sense.
"Can......"
The fat man seemed to want to defend himself. It seemed that only in this way could the doctor have hope of survival.
But before he could speak, he heard Xia Meng continue in a calm tone: "If he doesn't go downstairs and leave immediately, I think Master Huang will show up."
The calmness in this sentence directly ignited Fatty, and his eyes when looking at Xia Meng immediately changed from shock to anger.
"You knew this already!" The fat man suddenly stood up, pointed at Xia Meng and cursed: "If you didn't tell me earlier, you...you bitch!" He gritted his teeth.
The fat man with wide eyes looked very imposing. He just stood there and blocked the light from Xia Meng's eyes.
Xia Meng realized at this moment that this fat man who had just been punished by him, who was usually submissive and a bit wretched, was not only fat, he was also very strong.
His blood-red eyes were staring, and the veins on his forehead were stretched out, looking like he was about to eat someone.
Opening her mouth slightly, she was stunned for the first time and forgot to refute.
"Fat man."
Until Jiang Cheng spoke.
The fat man's expression softened a lot after hearing the doctor's voice, but he still stood there without sitting down. He seemed to intend to settle the score with Xia Meng after listening to the doctor's words.
"It has nothing to do with her." Jiang Cheng said.
