That afternoon, Gu Shuo, Qian Fanji, and Zhan Chi arrived one after another. Along the way, they heard that Xianhai Tower had purchased a hundred taels of equipment.
The bottle with the strange note made me guess something.
They rushed to Xianhai Tower, but Dean Chen had not returned yet. It was not until nearly noon the next day that Dean Chen returned to Xianhai Tower in a dusty state.
"Dean, where are you going?" Zhan Chi took the lead to greet him.
Dean Chen took off the bamboo hat on his head and said: "We went to the sea outside the city to investigate something. Come on, you guys go upstairs with me. I have something to say."
Several people knew the music in their hearts and followed Dean Chen upstairs.
Dean Chen entered the private room, took out the porcelain bottles and notes from the cabinet compartment, and placed them on the table.
"What's written here?" Zhan Chi picked it up and looked at it carefully.
Qian Fanji's eyes suddenly shrank, she grabbed another hand and trembled slightly: "This is... her handwriting."
Gu Shuo trembled when he heard this and stared at the note: "Are you sure?"
"Yes, it's not wrong. Her handwriting is unique, and she has this strange font. No one in the entire continent can write it." Qian Fanji suppressed her joy.
Zhan Chi's pupils widened, and the words in his ears made him overwhelmed with excitement: "So... so... our previous guesses are all correct."
"Yes, she is still alive and well."
"Really? Dean, is it true?" Zhan Chi was excited.
Dean Chen nodded and reached out to take back the note in Gu Shuo's hand: "You may not understand it, but I can."
"The dean knows what is written?" Gu Shuo asked in shock.
"Well, the little girl taught me simplified Chinese characters before. In order to make it easier for me to understand, she listed twenty-four letters." As she said, Dean Chen put a pen on the rice paper and listed the letters one by one: "These letters can Spelling out all the syllables in the font, she once said that when I learn how to do it, they can use Pinyin to send messages, so even if someone intercepts the message, the message will not be leaked."
The three of them looked at it and saw that the letters written by the dean were exactly the same as those on the note, and they were overjoyed.
"What's written on these three notes?"
"The spelling on this one is, Master, please don't miss me if you are well. I will return in ten years." Dean Chen wrote it down and picked up the second one: "Master, I am on an island in the sea. Everything is fine. Say hello to dads, the last one seems to be scolding someone again..."
The three of them listened to the first two notes, and were 100% sure that they were written by Ye Qianning. They were excited, but when they heard the excitement behind them, they were filled with doubts.
"Who are you scolding?"
"She said that the old man deprived her of food and refused to give her food...and abused her all day long, hoping that the sea god would see it and flood his small island..."
"Don't feed her?" Zhan Chi heard this and slammed the table and stood up angrily.
Qian Fanji also turned cold: "I'll arrange the manpower to go to the South China Sea."
"Go now." Gu Shuo stood up.
"Don't be anxious, just listen to what I have to say." Dean Chen motioned for several people to sit down.
The three of them stood and moved slightly, the angry looks on their faces said everything.
I don’t know how thin he will be now if he doesn’t feed his children. His children have been able to eat well since they were young.
Zhan Chi couldn't help but picture a little baby in rags, as skinny as firewood, chopping firewood with a small axe, working without food, and being locked up in a small dark room.
Thinking about it, the tip of my nose immediately became astringent. I turned around and rubbed my eyes with my sleeves.
