Day and night tour

Chapter 63 Three Copper Coins
"Whatever his reasons, the author of this horror story probably knows more about the Blood Well than Old Yuan."

Zhou Xuan had experienced the horror of the Blood Well illusion and did not want to miss any opportunity to gain a deeper understanding of the Blood Well.

"First find the author's signature."

In Pingjiang Prefecture’s newspapers, at the bottom right of each article, there would be a bracket with the author’s signature.

Due to cutting, some articles in the scrapbook have signatures, while others have their signatures cut off.

As it happens, this thriller story doesn’t have a signature.

But it's not a big problem. According to the details of the original owner's diary, and then find the date of the diary...

"This article was published on November 11 last year, but it didn't say which newspaper it was published in... I have to find it!"

Zhou Xuan closed the clipping book and left the house. He was not familiar with the area of ​​Pingshui Prefecture, so he needed someone to help him find the way.

Yu Zhengyuan went out to do some business, while Xu Li went to the clothing store to buy a new suit for his senior brother.

Li Shuangyi was practicing with the kids. Even if they weren't practicing, Zhou Xuan didn't want to look for him. He always felt that his third senior brother was not easy to get along with.

Fortunately, Lu Mingkun was flipping through a magazine in the room. He is a kind-hearted person.

"Fifth Brother, please help me."

"What's the matter, little brother?" When Lu Mingkun saw that it was Zhou Xuan who pushed the door, he stood up, hunched his waist, and smiled.

"Do you know where to buy old newspapers in Pingshuifu?"

"To buy old newspapers, go to Taiping Road. There is a bookstore that collects old newspapers part-time, but the price is…"

"money is not a problem."

Zhou Xuan pulled Lu Mingkun into the car.

……

Under the plaque of Yunhua Bookstore, there are two small wooden doors.

After entering the door, there is a long table and four short tables for guests to read, and there are bookshelves against the wall.

There were not many customers in the bookstore in the morning. The owner was sitting at a short table, reading a collection of essays seriously. Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun came in, but he was still immersed in the articles.

"Boss, is the boss here?"

Zhou Xuan thought the person reading the book was a guest.

"In the."

The boss was awakened by the shout, put down the collection, and greeted, "Gentlemen, what books do you want to buy?"

"Oh, not books, but some old newspapers."

"What date do you want?" the boss smiled.

Old newspapers sell for much more than new ones.

"It's from November 11 last year." Zhou Xuan said, "Just give me all the newspapers from that day and I'll see which one I want to buy."

"okay."

The boss took out a thick stack and handed it to Zhou Xuan.

"so much?"

"Pingshui Prefecture has many types of newspapers, and there are dozens of newspaper companies." The boss said: "Generally speaking, customers who look through old newspapers are mostly fascinated by certain clipped articles and want to revisit the newspaper that published the article.

I read a lot of newspapers and was deeply impressed by some articles. Why don’t you tell me the content of the article? Maybe I can help you find it quickly?"

"I didn't buy it, my boss did. God knows what he's going to do with it."

Zhou Xuan made up a lie, paid for the newspaper, then paid for Lu Mingkun to have tea with him, and went to the car to read the newspaper alone.

After flipping through more than a dozen copies, I finally found the short story in a newspaper called "Pingshui Yehua".

The author's signature is: Jing Deng.

When Zhou Xuan saw this name, he remembered it. In the newspaper he had just flipped through, he had seen quite a few articles written by Jing Deng, covering many categories.

Sometimes, one newspaper published three articles written by him.

“This guy is quite prolific.”

Zhou Xuan stacked the newspapers he had just flipped through again and read carefully any article written by Jing Deng.

After reading more than 20 articles in a row, Zhou Xuan found two patterns. First, many passages in the articles written by Jing Deng alluded to the illusion of the Blood Well, which further proved that he was a Blood Well psychic.

Second, there are always some words similar to code words in Jingdeng’s articles. For example, the same sentence will be written in several articles of different types in different newspapers and magazines - six fourteen, Baiyun Night Temple.

"I see. This is the code for summoning the Blood Well Psychic."

Zhou Xuan had experience.
Last time, Liu Shi asked him to use the powerful perception of the Blood Well to find Mr. Dai, so he asked him to recite "Vajra, the Mother of All Buddhas".

These words were obviously what Mr. Dai had been repeating silently while praying to the White Walkers.

When Zhou Xuan, who had released his perception, and Mr. Dai recited this sentence at the same time, the two sides were connected on the same channel, just like a video call, except that the call quality was extremely poor.

The code word of the well lamp can be understood as follows - at 6:14, the Blood Well psychic releases his perception, chants the code word of "Baiyun Ye Temple", connects to the channel, and has an online "video meeting".

"This kind of gathering is very dangerous. If I release my perception, I can certainly find the channel agreed upon in the code, but I will also expose my appearance and even my location..."

After Zhou Xuan folded the newspaper, he got out of the car and went to the newsstand.

He needs to consider carefully whether to attend the Blood Well Psychic Gathering, but it won't delay in mastering the latest secret codes of the gathering.

At the newsstand, after flipping through two or three newspapers, he found five of the latest articles published by Jingdeng.

Among the five articles, four mentioned the same sentence - on July 7, Pinghu cleared up after the rain.

"Rally time, 7:19 p.m., codewords, Pinghu is clear after the rain."

After Zhou Xuan silently memorized the code, he put down the newspaper, bought a trendy magazine, tucked it under his arm, and went to find Lu Mingkun.

"Fifth Brother, I bought a magazine. Please sit for a while while I go buy a gift for my sister."

"Okay, okay." Lu Mingkun took the magazine and agreed with a smile.

……

Taiping Department Store integrates a merchandise area, a dance hall, and an amusement park.

Zhou Xuan spent a long time in the merchandise section and eventually bought a set of doll toys, two identical glass water cups, two Breitling pocket watches, a Watson pocket watch, and a steel hookah.

The salesperson helped to pack the goods, and Zhou Xuan walked to the entrance of the department store carrying the bags.

"Borrowed it, borrowed it."

Zhou Xuan squeezed through the crowd and walked onto the curb. White noise sounded, followed by a burst of "thump thump" footsteps ringing in his ears.

"Another kidnapper's surveillance?"

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man standing on the corner of the street.

The man was wearing a neat robe and a gray flat-top hat. He stood straight, holding three copper coins in his right hand.

He flicked his fingers lightly upwards, and three copper coins were gently thrown up. After drawing a low arc in the air, they fell steadily back into his palm, which was extremely provocative.

"This cripple looks a bit like a dog!"

Zhou Xuan did not see any changes in the man's appearance, but he heard three fierce and low dog barks.

The young man was not as secretive as the ghost-headed Liu San. When Zhou Xuan glanced at him, he did not dodge. Instead, he clasped his hands towards Zhou Xuan and performed a martial arts salute.

But before Zhou Xuan could respond, the young man walked over with three copper coins in his right hand.

Walk slowly at first, then after a few steps, walk faster and faster.

Zhou Xuan felt a strong sense of crisis. He quickly put the bags in his hands on the ground, slid the folding fan out of his sleeve, took out the wake-up stick, put his hands behind his back, stared at the young man, and silently imagined a dream in his heart.

Seeing that the man was getting faster and faster and was only one or two meters away from him, Zhou Xuan hit his fans and wood together and had a dream.

Just before Zhou Xuan's wake-up call sounded, the three copper coins in the young man's right hand suddenly changed positions, as if they had predicted the future.

Originally it was a vertical line in the shape of a long snake. Now, the second copper coin sensed something and quickly moved to the right, and the three copper coins formed a "品" shape.

When the young man saw the coin's position change, he grabbed the coin and cut a line on his palm in a flash. The edge of his coin was extremely sharp, and the cut left a bloody mark on the palm.

Almost at the same time as his palm was cut, Zhou Xuan's wake-up stick rang.

The instant pain when the young man's palm was cut easily offset the distraction he felt when Xiangmu pulled him into the dream.

It’s like when a person is soundly asleep and just about to start dreaming, he is suddenly slapped in the face, and all his sleepiness and dreams are gone.

Therefore, he was not affected by Zhou Xuan's dream, or perhaps Zhou Xuan's dream generation failed.

The young man didn't even sway, and his pace didn't slow down. He put the copper coin that had cut through his palm back into place, and with his left hand, he stabbed towards Zhou Xuan's throat with his fingers like a knife...

(End of this chapter)