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Chapter 51 Decipher!

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Sikong only felt his hand sink, and subconsciously weighed the object in his hand: "It weighs five to three grams, and the weight is mainly concentrated in the middle."

You Pingwei said to Sikong very cautiously: "You have to be careful, this..."

'Shuh! '

Sikong moved suddenly, his fingers twitched like thunder, leaving an afterimage in the space of an inch in front of his chest.

There was a burst of ping, ping, ping, and crisp metal sounds.

Then, You Pingwei just passed by in surprise and saw countless parts floating in the air, emitting a faint cold light, and then all the parts were gathered together in one place.

It seems that the scene full of parts in the sky just now is just an illusion.

Then, Sikong stopped his movements and spread out his palms. In his hand was a piece of a hundred-bead coupling disk that exuded a purple metallic luster and was engraved with strange patterns and totems.

Within ten seconds, disassemble and assemble.

success!

You Pingwei took a staggering step back, and looked at the Baizhu coupling disk in Sikong's hand like hell.

Doesn't it require many long-lost crafts?
Doesn’t it require extremely high eyesight and sensitivity?

Not to mention bathing with incense and burning moxa to drive away evil spirits, at least you have to calm down and be careful!

How come you can actually decipher it once you get started!
I saw that at some point, there were several strings of numbers on this hundred-bead scroll.

18, 42, 68
This is the clue to the murderer's next crime.

Gongsun Fu's breathing was disordered, so he took the hundred-beaded scroll disc in Sikong's palm, stared at the sky repeatedly, and even flicked the disc with his fingers, and then put it to his ear to listen to the resonant sound inside the hundred-beaded continuous scroll disc.

After a long time, Gongsun Fu finally said tremblingly: "There is no difference, perfect disassembly, perfect restoration!"

"This this……"

Gongsun Fu was a little distracted, and finally sighed: "It's like a new generation replacing the old ones. At the same age, I am ashamed of myself."

A few ripplings also appeared in Qianqian's heart, and she looked at Sikong's eyes with a little more seriousness: "We really did not misunderstand the person. Come on, from the cipher group, hurry up and analyze the meaning of these numbers."

A group of people hastily took over the Baizhu connecting disc and fell into a highly tense deciphering process.

Sikong's tense nerves instantly relaxed and he sat down on the ground. He felt his head was dizzy and his fingers felt tingling.

Sikong took a closer look, and saw that his ten fingers turned red and swollen at some point, as if scalded by a stove, and even had blisters.

"Here, apply some plaster. In our line of work, your hands are what eat, so you have to take good care of them."

Gongsun Fu handed Sikong an ointment, and looked at Sikong with a little more care unconsciously.

It's like looking at a successful junior and seeing myself when I was young.

Not everyone is as driven by interests as Xiong Kun. In fact, the general atmosphere of the empire's civilization is very open, and there is little exchange of knowledge. Things that destroy self-esteem and even stifle new talents rarely happen.

Every genius is the object of the empire's protection, and every precious craft and martial skill will be promoted as much as possible by the empire.

Only when the inside is twisted together can real power erupt, and the imperial civilization can sweep across the world and suppress the cultivation of immortals.

A civilization that tends to perfection will reduce internal friction as much as possible, avoid strife between forces, and strive for the most efficient progress.

For example, in Sikong's hometown, there was a melee between the Three Kingdoms, the barbarians broke through the barriers, the powerful forces were divided, and they fell into fierce internal fighting.

This delayed the pace of civilization and developed for countless epochs. It was only a fourth-level civilization. Under the clarion call of war of the imperial civilization, it was suppressed and occupied.

Sikong leaned against the sycamore tree, took the ointment, squeezed out a little, and applied it on his fingers.

Suddenly, a coolness hit his fingers, with a mint-like fragrance. Sikong felt his whole body relax, and his dizzy spirit relaxed.

"Thank you..."

Sikong was a little tired. After all, he had just woken up from the murderer's dream raid last night and fell into high-intensity practice and deciphering.

Even with his current spiritual domain value, it is beyond the limit.

Fortunately, it worked.

Sikong let out a sigh of relief. Although he succeeded in the holographic phantom, after all, he does not need to bear the consequences. If he fails, he can start all over again.

However, the reality can only move forward, not even staying in place.

In the holographic phantom, even if Sikong successfully deciphered it, the string of numbers would not appear. The murderer used a special technique and added it afterwards.

"Group Leader You, we suspect that this string of numbers is related to the former victims, and should be the surnames corresponding to the order of the victims."

After all, they have undergone strict training, and the people in the police station are definitely not people who have nothing to do, and even Sikong is far behind in the professional department.

You Pingwei imported the files one after another, and inquired about the order of the victims, and then, three Chinese characters appeared in front of everyone——

Ying, Yao, Shan
Everyone was deep in thought, wondering what these last names represented.

"Ying, Yao, Shaanxi?"

Sikong chewed on these words repeatedly, but couldn't understand it. Suddenly, he remembered the original number on the Baizhu Lianzhu plate - 99.

"What are the names of the nine victims of No. 90?" Sikong suddenly raised his head and asked.

You Pingwei's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly understood what Sikong meant, and immediately found out the result - Le.

No. 90 The nine victims were named Le.

Le, Ying, Yao, Shan?

The idea seems to have reached an impasse again.

Not far away, Dao Scar and the others did not avoid suspicion. After all, they were also involved in what happened last night, and the police station also included him as an insider.

Watching everyone's thoughts, Huaba glanced at the surname on the matrix screen, and suddenly said——

"Le, Ying? Isn't it Yue Ying?"

As soon as these words came out, many members of the cryptographic team suddenly realized that after all, they were people from the fourth gathering star, and they were a little unfamiliar with the Yueying specialty of the ninth gathering star.

But after being woken up by the chatterbox at this moment, the analysis immediately became clear.

"The biggest Cherry Blossom Festival is the 'Sea of ​​Sakura Leaves' ten days later. In addition to flower viewing, there will also be a grand gathering of making medicinal meals, tasting meals, and brewing wine on the spot."

"So, the murderer's next crime will be ten days later, Yingyehai. And this 'Yao, Shan' naturally corresponds to medicinal food."

"Could it be that the murderer is disguised as a herbalist?"

Everyone continued to analyze, but Sikong, who was leaning against the sycamore tree, twitched his ears and seemed to have thought of something.

Time of crime, after ten days?
But I am the murderer's target, how did he know that I would go to Yingyehai?

Now that the clues are clear, I don't have to go, and even pass this Hundred Beads Coupling Disc to the next person to divert the killing intent!
Sikong is definitely not a merciful person, if he could, he would definitely take the act of throwing this life-threatening compass to the next poor person.

But after looking at the police officers who were on tight guard and seemed to be wary of the murderer, Sikong smiled coldly in his heart.

As he imagined, these police officers must have thought of it a long time ago.

But since the bait has been hooked, how could Sikong easily break free of the hook?

Sikong could only go one way to the end, otherwise, if the murderer did not kill him, these policemen would probably take action first and force him to submit.

wrong!

Suddenly, Sikong's pupils shrank, thinking of a loophole in his thinking.

　The early worm gets eaten by the bird...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)