Chapter 106 Meng Mei Eleven He seems to really care about this sister
Because of Wang Lingqi's words "cooperate with Meng Zhao's investigation", Bai Heng had no choice but to check into the Hilton Hotel in Langang New District with his belongings in his arms and tears in his eyes.
In fact, apart from the laptop computer which is for office use, the rest of the large idol dolls, PS5 handheld game console, miscellaneous game cards, etc. are all private goods.
Meng Zhao helped her move her things to the hotel. He stared at the pile of cards on the bed in astonishment: "...This man hasn't collapsed yet."
Bai Heng connected the network cable and turned on his laptop. He turned around and took out the lollipop he had been holding. He sneered, "You know nothing. God will not treat hard work unfairly."
The corner of Meng Zhao's eye twitched, thinking of the people she had described like this before, all of them seemed to have completely collapsed in various ways.
never mind.
As long as the star-chasing girl is happy.
Who doesn’t have a spiritual place to rely on?
After a while, Meng Caiyun came in carrying a packed hot pot.
"Are you getting any ideas?"
She was very concerned about this matter, and when she heard that Meng Zhao was in charge, she volunteered to get involved.
Meng Zhao was reluctant to petition at first, but he couldn't resist the other party's strong subjective initiative, so he closed his eyes and let him go after some reluctance.
Bai Heng was very happy anyway. When working alone with Meng Zhao, they could have a huge argument.
With Meng Caiyun around, doesn’t that mean we have an ace card to control this mysophobic four-eyed guy!
So Bai Heng started to act arrogantly and asked Meng Zhao to go downstairs to buy milk tea.
In the past, he was unable to control this giant Buddha, and today it was no different. He hesitated and asked the two people what ingredients they wanted to add, and then left in a bad mood.
Meng Caiyun sat in front of the computer screen, arms folded, leaning forward to examine it carefully. "So you're investigating the reporter and Liu Wu now?"
Bai Heng nodded. "Yes, because there are no useful clues through official channels, Chief Wang asked me to come here and investigate using my own methods. After all, clues are difficult to find in real life, but it's much easier online."
She said proudly, "I'm not bragging, but anyone living in the modern world has left traces online. If there are any, I have a way to dig them out."
Meng Caiyun looked over silently: "You won't use this trick on the opponent's fans, right?"
"Sister Meng! I still have a bottom line." Bai Heng thought guiltily. She had opened accounts with some unscrupulous big Vs who were full of shit and distorted the values of teenagers, but at most, this could be considered as helping others when she saw injustice, right?
"I also learned some information about Liu Wu at Liuxian Temple." Meng Caiyun thought for a moment and told what she had learned, but in order not to mislead her thinking, she kept the part about the nightmare ghost.
Bai Heng pondered and said, "I think it would be best to start with the Liuwu family musical instrument workshop. After all, there is commercial flow there, so there is more information."
She quickly entered a code on the keyboard, and saw the flat map point displayed on the screen move to the location of Liu Wu's earthen house, and then the circle expanded like a ripple.
Soon, a bunch of disorganized information boxes popped up. The background regularly filtered out most of the useless information, and the rest were arranged in order of weight to form a list.
Meng Caiyun was amazed: "This is too fast!"
Meng Zhao came in at the right time, carrying two cups of milk tea. While changing his slippers, he naturally continued, "She has so many ghost soldiers under her control, so of course she's fast."
Meng Caiyun laughed.
Bai Heng glared at him, but Meng Zhao didn't take it seriously. He put the cup on the table and continued to expose Bai Heng's past: "If you have time, go to her house and take a look, you'll understand."
The Myanmar Industrial Park is simply a hell.
Ghosts wake up every day on their phones and work, crunching data from morning to night. Even the indentures of selling oneself in feudal society have an expiration date.
Bai Heng smiled shyly: "Hey, we are all ghosts who have done evil things anyway, so it doesn't matter where we are punished."
Meng Caiyun nodded: "That makes sense."
Meng Zhao: “…”
It's really a bully and they have no human rights.
The three of them browsed the screen carefully.
"Got it," Bai Heng clicked on one of the pages and took a quick look. "Liu Wu... the owner of the Liu Family Traditional Musical Instrument Workshop. Before 2009, the workshop was in operation."
Meng Caiyun pondered, "It's been over ten years. This actually coincides with Old Man Liu's death."
"I haven't found any specific death information, but I have some information about customers who once had business dealings with the workshop."
Among the customers are folk music teachers, musicians, instrument collectors, students, etc.
One of them should be one of the earliest pioneers of Internet surfing, and he often enjoys sharing some related pictures in the community.
"Stop here," Meng Zhao reached out and tapped the upper left corner of the screen. "There seems to be a picture in this post."
Bai Heng looked at the detailed data: "Hmm... It was posted on the Xiaoquan Forum in 2008. This forum domain has been abandoned for a long time. It was indeed quite popular in the early days, but it's a pity that it couldn't beat the 0deg Tieba."
Meng Caiyun exclaimed, "He was able to dig out such ancient content? Xiaobai is really amazing."
Bai Heng smiled shyly: "Within twenty years only, and the target must be within the range of my spiritual power."
That's why she decided to move to the hotel in Langang.
The post is being slowly restored, but a lot of information is still missing, but the text content is not affected.
The poster should be a retired university professor who has had many transactions with the Liu's Folk Music Workshop. In his spare time, he likes to practice calligraphy and Chinese painting to cultivate his sentiments. He started learning Liuqin around 2008 and found this folk production workshop in Hongfu Village through a friend.
The post praised Liu Wu's memory of making violins and uploaded many pictures, some of which could be clicked on and some of which showed red crosses. Based on the text content, one could basically infer what the missing pictures were.
[…I never expected that Hongfu Village, a place so inconspicuous, could harbor such a talented folk music artist. Who says grassroots musicians can't truly master the craft? I heard that Master Liu's grandfather played the qin for warlords…]
Among the attached pictures, there is one that can be opened. It looks like it was taken with a mobile phone. The pixels are very low and it is very blurry.
The photo was of an open book with a yellowed and faded old photo sandwiched between it. Because the picture quality was too poor, one could only see that it was a group photo of a group of people, some of whom were wearing military uniforms.
Meng Zhao frowned and stared at the picture, not saying anything for a long time.
Meng Caiyun looked at the blurry figure and had a guess in his mind: "...warlord, Zhao An?"
"You mean the former head of the Zhao family? Hmm, now that I think about it, the location does fit," Bai Heng suddenly realized. "My grandfather told me that after Taoist Lingxuan killed Zhao An, the Zhao family mansion was also razed to the ground."
Meng Zhao said, "Enlarge the picture and take a look."
After low-pixel magnification, the text under the photo is slightly clearer.
"You think there's something wrong with this book?" Bai Heng tapped his nails on the table intermittently. "Huh? What's this about? Who's studied it?"
In the context of the post, the retired professor went to visit the Liu family to pick up the piano. At that time, mobile phone photography was new and the elderly wanted to take pictures of everything they saw, so they simply uploaded them all to the forum to share.
Meng Caiyun took a closer look and said, "This is a sheet of music, and it's the traditional abridged notation."
She exchanged a glance with Meng Zhao: "Could it be?"
Bai Heng looked around and paused, then asked, "Can you two explain it to me first?"
Meng Zhao said nothing and quickly clicked on other pictures. He finally found a desktop photo that captured half of the book cover. Although the photo was incomplete, he could vaguely see the outline of the words, which matched his inference.
"As everyone knows," Meng Zhao put down his mouse, slowly stood up, and said in a casual tone, "There is a book that, on the surface, is also a book of reduced-word music."
Meng Caiyun interjected, "Taiyin Immortal Law."
She immediately thought of the story told by the aunt at Liuxian Temple, the "family heirloom book" that old man Liu refused to sell.
Bai Heng opened her mouth in surprise. "Stop! What you mean is..." She quickly put her eyes close to the screen and studied it for a while. "This book is Taiyin Immortal Law?"
Meng Zhao's voice was calm. "The Taiyin Immortal Law is said to have been written by Laojun. It contains the secret of immortality, recorded by Laojun in the form of music. It remains to be seen whether anyone can decipher its mysteries. Apparently, no one has succeeded so far. To prevent others from desperately scrambling for it, the Zhu League has decided to give the original copy to Changfeng Temple for safekeeping."
Bai Heng held his head in his hands, puzzled, "Since the original is in Changfeng Temple, then what about Liu Wu's copy?"
"Ahem," Meng Caiyun coughed twice unnaturally and said angrily, "Actually, I've always wondered...how did this treasure just happen to fall into Zhu Meng's hands? Why didn't the Three Death Sect come and grab it?"
Meng Zhao understood: "You think the one at Changfeng Temple isn't the original, and Zhu Meng is saying this to quell rumors and maintain social stability?"
Meng Caiyun felt a little guilty: "Although speaking out loud is not conducive to stability, I do have this question in my mind."
Bai Heng frowned. "But there must be a lot of imitations of this kind of thing, right? It doesn't mean that Liu Wu's is the real thing."
"But he has one thing that's different from others."
Meng Zhao held up a finger and said, "His grandfather knew Zhao An, or was connected to the Zhao family. And the Zhao family, after all, is from the Three Death Gates."
Therefore, the treasure that was passed out from the Three Death Gate fell into the hands of the Zhao family, and then passed to Liu Wu through Zhao An. It sounded seamless and more credible.
"Huh? If it was really a treasure, why would Zhao An give it to Liu Wu?" Bai Heng strongly questioned: "It's like I have a rare and expensive idol card passed down from my ancestors, a sea view apartment in the hottest circle, would I give it to someone else for no reason? I can't even rent it!"
Meng Zhao & Meng Caiyun: "..."
That makes sense, but you are worthy of it.
Meng Caiyun: "This is indeed a problem."
If the book was real, why would Zhao An give it to Liu Wu? An ordinary musician wouldn't dare steal anything under the warlord's nose. Besides, the Liu family wasn't from the Xuanmen sect, so they wouldn't be interested in such a book.
But the music score and the musicians... I feel like this book should have originally belonged to the Liu family.
Meng Zhao: "I think we've strayed off track. We shouldn't be clinging to the book right now."
A flash of inspiration flashed through Meng Caiyun's mind: "Right! The authenticity of the book is not important."
"What matters is that people who see the post think it's true."
Bai Heng followed their line of thought and deduced, "In other words, someone from the Xuanmen sect might have discovered the Taiyin Immortal Law in the post and came after Liu Wu—ah! Could this be Liu Wu's reason for death? Was it an accident?"
The soul of a long-time suspense drama lover burned brightly as she quickly began to type on the keyboard: "Ahhh, you unrepentant rat, just wait and see how I find you!"
After searching for half an hour, I found nothing.
Bai Heng looked hollowed out: "The enemy still has some tricks up their sleeves."
Meng Caiyun pushed the milk tea to her: "Take a rest first, there's no rush."
Bai Heng glanced at Meng Zhao gloomily, muttering, "But the Dharma Assembly is only three days away. What if there are any hidden dangers then..."
Meng Zhao's expression changed slightly.
Bai Heng thought: He seems to really care about this sister.
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