At around 7 o'clock in the evening, the two returned to Mr. Li's villa. Wan Shanhai and others were waiting for it. Seeing that one of them frowned and the other was worried, they thought things were not going well.

After Mr. Li came back, he went straight to the study. Wu Zhongyuan wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Wan Shanhai, "Hey, how about it?"

"I found the problem." Wu Zhongyuan said casually.

"Is it very tricky?" Wan Shanhai asked.

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "It's not very troublesome. This kind of thing is like removing a sweater. As long as you find the thread, you can pull it away."

Mrs. Li and Li Wei were behind Wan Shanhai. After hearing what Wu Zhongyuan said, the three of them felt relieved. Wan Shanhai asked in confusion, "Since the matter has been handled, why are you still drooping your face?"

"I'm thinking about something else." Wu Zhongyuan casually said perfunctorily.

"Don't think about it, just do the important thing," Wan Shanhai finished speaking, looking back at Mrs. Li and Li Wei, with a proud expression that he lived up to his entrustedness.

Mrs. Li looked at Li Wei with a happy look on her face, "It's getting late, go and call your father and go out for dinner with Xiaohai and Xiaowu."

Without waiting for Li Wei to urge him, Mr. Li walked out of the study room and held a stack of photos in his hand.

There are many cars with many cars. Mrs. Li and others have a car. Mr. Li also pulled Wu Zhongyuan and handed the photo to Wu Zhongyuan after getting in the car, "It's all here."

Wu Zhongyuan reached out to take it and found that there were more than a dozen photos than he had imagined.

It was already dark at this time, and Mr. Li helped turn on the ceiling light in the car.

Wu Zhongyuan was worried that Wan Shanhai and others would see it, so he said, "Close it."

After hearing what he said, Mr. Li looked at Wu Zhongyuan in confusion and raised his hand to turn off the lamp.

Wu Zhongyuan looked at the photos in his hand one by one. The first few photos were taken of the square stone. When the photos were taken, the stone had cracked and you could see that there was indeed green rust slag in the middle of the stone.

The figures and lines on the outside of the stone were also taken. The square stone has six faces, and it seems that each face has lines and graphics.

"There should be six photos outside the stone, why are there only two photos here?" Wu Zhongyuan asked. These lines and figures are very similar to the text written by Wu Zhui, and should belong to the same language of the same period.

"Can you see clearly?" Mr. Li was surprised. At this time, there was only the faint light of the instrument light in the car. He couldn't even see Wu Zhongyuan's facial features clearly, and Wu Zhongyuan could actually see the photos clearly.

Wu Zhongyuan nodded.

Mr. Li cleared his throat, "The stone was weathered quite heavily, and the graphics in some parts were already very blurred. The graphics and lines on the remaining few sides were the same. I picked the clearest one and took two photos."

Wu Zhongyuan nodded again and carefully identified that the two photos were indeed not on the same side, but the text on them was the same.

Then I looked at the photos below, which were photos of the iron ball. I took photos from different angles. The iron ball was larger than he thought. It was two fists of an adult, with cloud patterns and Taotie patterns on it. There were also photos of the inner part of the iron ball, which was very smooth and should have been polished.

The remaining photos are of the white jade. Some use rulers to show the size, while others use electronic scales to show the weight. They are not very heavy, only about 80 grams.

Although the color of this jade is different from those he had seen before, and its size and shape are also different, he still recognized at a glance that the jade is the same type of thing as the previous ones.

Mr. Li patiently waited for Wu Zhongyuan to finish looking at the photos before saying, "Xiao Wu, the hope of finding that Taoist priest is slim."

Wu Zhongyuan responded casually. Mr. Li didn't know the inside story, but still thought he wanted to find the middle-aged Taoist priest through iron balls and jade.

The place where we were eating was not far from Mr. Li's villa. Not long after, the car stopped at the entrance of a high-end hotel. Wu Zhongyuan directly put the photos into his pocket without asking for Mr. Li's consent.

"Xiao Wu, give me an account." Mr. Li said.

Wu Zhongyuan naturally knew what Mr. Li was going to do, but he did not tell the other party his account, but opened the door and got out of the car, "Let's talk about it later."

Mr. Li is a smart person and did not continue to ask questions. Wu Zhongyuan did not refuse directly, which means he would ask for money, but he had to wait until the effect showed up before receiving the reward.

Rice is good, and dishes are good dishes, but Wu Zhongyuan didn't eat much because he had something to do.

Even Wan Shanhai saw that Wu Zhongyuan was worried, so the Li family could see that they didn't know that Wu Zhongyuan was thinking about his own affairs, and they thought that Wu Zhongyuan had been worried about their affairs, so they couldn't help but be worried.

After dinner, Mr. Li personally drove Wu Zhongyuan and Wan Shanhai back to school.

Wan Shanhai was curious and could not help but nag and ask questions. Wu Zhongyuan said a few casually, but the more perfunctory he was, the more curious Wan Shanhai became. The endless questioning made Wu Zhongyuan very upset.

When he returned to the dormitory, Wan Shanhai stopped nagging because Wang Jize had sobered up and was fiddling with his tablet computer on the bed.

On the eve of school, the dormitory building was noisy and it was finally quiet until eleven or twelve o'clock.

You can think about any environment, but the best thinking environment is still a quiet environment. Wu Zhongyuan stayed so late to be able to think quietly.

The question he was thinking about was naturally the origin of the middle-aged Taoist.

At present, there are insufficient clues, so I can only guess but not infer. If I think about it carefully, the biggest possibility is that this middle-aged Taoist also came from ancient times. Otherwise, this person would not have known that there is an iron ball hidden in the stone, nor could he know that there is a jade in the iron ball, nor could he know that the aura contained in the jade will weaken after the jade leaves the iron ball.

However, there are some things that make sense in this assumption. First, this middle-aged Taoist tolerated the severely polluted modern air, and second, the gold that this person brought to exchange jade belonged to different eras.

It was very uncomfortable to be puzzled, and in the end Wu Zhongyuan fell asleep in a state of depression and confusion.

I woke up in the morning and thought about it for a while, but I still couldn't figure it out, so I simply stopped thinking about it. As long as I know that such a thing is done, I will always understand it in the future. Maybe there will be an answer on the eighteen pages left by Wu Zhui.

After breakfast and class, Wu Zhongyuan had no intention of attending class. He sat in the corner and copied the eighteen pages of paper one by one.

Copying one by one does not necessarily mean copying in the order of writing. In order to ensure that there are no mistakes, he has always stored the eighteen pages separately. Now he is copying odd pages, that is, odd pages.

When he copied, he did not copy in the order of the content written in each chapter. He would write down different words. In the future, he would no longer write them separately when he encountered the same words, but instead marked them under the previous words.

Not to mention that no one saw what Wu Zhongyuan was doing, even if someone saw what he was doing, no one knew what he was doing. In fact, he did this to determine how many different words there were on these eighteen pages of paper.

There are a total of forty-two words on the first page, and how many of these forty-two words are the same.

There are fifty-one words on the second page, and these fifty-one words also have a small repetition of the text on the first page.

There are thirty-six words on the third page, and there are a few more words repeated from the first two pages.

In one class, I copied three pages, with a total of 129 words, and there were more than 80 words without duplication.

This is time-consuming and laborious, but the advantage is that it is safe and confidential. As long as you copy these eighteen pages, you can determine how many words there are in total, and then disrupt the order of these words and translate them in various ways. Even if you ask philologists for advice, you don’t need to show the whole sentence and chapter to others.

Halfway through the second class, a sudden exclaim came from the classroom. The exclamation interrupted Wu Zhongyuan's thoughts. He raised his head and saw that the students in front were turning their heads and looking back.

When I turned around, I found a young woman walking towards me from the door of the classroom. I looked closely and saw how it was Zhao Ying?!

Zhao Ying came over under Wu Zhongyuan's surprise gaze. After stopping, he didn't speak, but just smiled and looked at the empty seat next to him.

Wu Zhongyuan nodded in confusion, Zhao Ying pulled over the chair, sat next to Wu Zhongyuan, and took out paper and pen and books.

Wu Zhongyuan pulled over the book and covered the piece of paper that was being copied, "Didn't you drop out of school?"

"Study off." Zhao Ying corrected.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't understand why Zhao Ying was coming back, but Zhao Ying sat next to him, so he naturally couldn't continue copying. He could only open the book and stare at the book and pretend to be attentive.

"Do you miss me?" Zhao Ying asked with a smile.

Zhao Ying smiled sincerely, at least very real. Her identity has been discovered and there is no need to continue hiding.

Although Zhao Ying was speaking in a low voice, the classroom was very quiet. Many students heard it. I don’t know if it was out of envy or contempt, and there was a lot of booing.

Some things become numb after experiencing too much. Before, Wu Zhongyuan was often booed, and he ignored his classmates, "I didn't expect you to come back."

Zhao Ying smiled, "I'll tell you after class."

Wu Zhongyuan did not nod or speak, but just turned his gaze back to the book.

His eyes were on the book, but his mind was not on the book. He was thinking about why Zhao Ying came back, and what Zhao Ying did when she came back.

He quickly came up with the answer to this first question, because he had contacted Zhao Ying twice before, once asked Zhao Ying to help translate Wu Zhui's account of the identity of the birdman, and once asked Zhao Ying to help track down who called Lin Qingming on the day Huang Ping had the accident.

He contacted Zhao Ying twice, indicating that he did not hate Zhao Ying, and Zhao Ying himself naturally knew this, and it was because of this that Zhao Ying would come back.

As for the purpose of Zhao Ying's return this time, it is not clear at present, but one thing is certain, that is, no matter what Zhao Ying wants to do, he will directly propose it and will never hide it like before.

"If you don't like me sitting next to you, I can sit farther." Zhao Ying smiled.

Wu Zhongyuan glanced at Zhao Ying and said nothing.

In the second half of the class, Zhao Ying did not take the initiative to talk to Wu Zhongyuan, and Wu Zhongyuan did not talk to her. She just looked ahead and watched the blackboard pretend to be a student.

After class, Wu Zhongyuan packed up his things and left the classroom.

Zhao Ying followed.

After going downstairs, Wu Zhongyuan did not go back to the dormitory, but looked around, hoping to find a quiet place where he could speak.

At this moment, he suddenly found someone walking over the road to the south. He looked at it suddenly and was very familiar. After closer inspection, he became more familiar. He didn't expect Wang Xinran to come back, just as he didn't expect Zhao Ying to come back.

Wang Xinran was carrying a shoulder bag and wearing a denim suit. While seeing him, she also saw Zhao Ying beside him. She frowned and walked towards the two of them quickly.

When he got closer, he didn't look at Wu Zhongyuan. He reached his hand and stared at Zhao Ying fiercely, "Believe it or not, I'll shoot you to death?"
Chapter completed!