In the base square where the morning mist had not yet dissipated, a recruitment counter made of two rusty metal tables was smelling of moss.
Mou Xuan tapped the newly engraved runes of the "Taibai Yinjing" on the table with his fingers. The projection of the glazed tiles swayed on the top of the tarpaulin tent, cutting the shadows of the thirteen applicants into tiny bronze blocks.
"Number seven." Inspector Cai pushed up his goggles with cracked lenses and tapped his knuckles on a certain spot in the file, making a hollow sound.
The roar of the wreckage of the Erosion Beast crashing into a car outside the tent drowned out his sudden question: "You said you worked at the Khitan Writing Research Institute?
But the archive room we found only half a copy of "Wujing Zongyao"! "
Agent He turned the bronze compass on his wrist, and a chuckle came from under the dark red scarf: "You should check the Khitan fragments in the belly of the erosion beast - they will emerge as a topographic map of Anxi Protectorate at three in the morning." His fingertips suddenly pressed on a certain spot on the tent cloth, and outside happened to be heard the crisp laughter of Chen Yao instructing children to fold paper lanterns. The position of the canvas that was pressed actually revealed a faint blue fluorescence that resonated with the wooden tower pendant.
The inner pocket of Mou Xuan's combat uniform suddenly felt hot, and the counting chips on the remaining pages of the Zhoubi Suanjing arranged themselves into hexagrams.
He held down Guard Yin who was about to draw his sword, and glanced at the edge of Agent He's military boots - the purple mist crystals there were strangely forming the pattern of half a tiger talisman of the Protectorate.
"Try this." Chen Yao came in through the curtain, and the light from the wooden tower pendant fell on the review materials.
Small Khitan characters suddenly appeared in the originally blank family column. Inspector Cai was so shocked that he knocked over the ink bottle, but saw that Agent He calmly dipped the ink in the palm of his hand and drew a picture of a crossbow for defending the city - exactly the same as the equipment in the glazed tile projection.
Mou Xuan suddenly stood up and overturned the iron chair.
Under the astonished gaze of everyone, he took off the wooden tower pendant from Chen Yao's hair and hung it three inches between Agent He's eyebrows.
The words of "Taibai Yinjing" in the pendant suddenly moved like a living snake, refracting the morning light into a scene of a snowy night seven years ago - a young man in archaeological clothes was copying the stone tablet of Anxi Protectorate, and the bronze key dangling at his waist had the same pattern as the lock hole of the gate that sank into the ground last night.
"Three questions." Mou Xuan's fingertips touched the newly added cracks on the pendant. The residual warmth of the time power made the light and shadow in the tent begin to lag. "Did the blue-eyed old man you met that night when you were copying the stele give you half a volume of "Questions and Answers of Li Weigong"? "
Agent He's pupils suddenly shrank, and three bronze probes popped out of the compass in his hand.
Just as he was about to speak, the base alarm suddenly blew, and a roar came from the observation tower: "A bronze stake engraved with the Taibai Yinjing was drilled out from the ground in the northeast corner!"
Amid the sound of the rushing crowd, Mou Xuan watched Agent He quickly retract the probe into the compass.
When the man turned around, fleeting bronze blood vessel patterns flashed across the back of his neck, which was surprisingly similar to the terracotta warriors operating the city defense equipment in the glazed tile projection.
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When the alarm sounded through the morning mist, Chen Yao's paper lantern was just folded to the ninth bamboo rib.
The children exclaimed as they watched the unfinished lantern suddenly float in the air. The twisted Khitan characters on the bronze stake were reflected on the inside of the lantern paper, like a group of snakes leaving ink marks on rice paper.
"Take the children into the cellar!" Chen Yao threw out three copper coins to nail the shaking tent stakes, and when she turned around, the ends of her hair brushed the back of Mou Xuan's hand.
This habitual little action made the cold light in Mou Xuan's eyes fade slightly. He glanced and saw that the silver needle for testing poison hidden in Chen Yao's sleeve had turned blue-black - the intelligence officer He had indeed tampered with the drawing when he dipped the ink just now.
"Southeast Xun position." Chen Yao used lip language to make a hexagram and tapped a page of the review book three times with his fingertips.
Mou Xuan condensed his time power into a thin thread and wrapped it around the wrist of agent He who was about to take back the compass.
The projection of the glazed tiles on the top of the tent suddenly froze, and the shadows of everyone were frozen like insects in amber. Only Mou Xuan could see the bronze blood vessel patterns emerging on the inside of Agent He's wrist bone, which coincided with the "Taibai Yinjing" recorded in the "Bingyong Tongmai" technique.
"Keep it for observation first." When Mou Xuan withdrew his supernatural power, he deliberately knocked over the teacup, and the scalding hot tea splashed on Agent He's military boots.
The man instinctively retracted his feet, and the purple mist crystals hidden in the soles of his boots fell down, piecing together half of the distribution map of the granaries in the Protectorate - which completely matched the location of the No. 3 granary that was destroyed by the erosion beast three days ago.
Chen Yao suddenly chuckled and inserted the poison-testing needle into her hair: "Mr. He's teacup divination skills are much more interesting than Analyst Yu's star chart deductions." She pushed the colored paper left by the children over and said, "Why not tell another divination?"
The tense atmosphere in the tent was slightly relieved by these words.
When analyst Yu rushed in with three volumes of "Military History", he saw agent He folding a mechanical bird that could spit sparks out of colored paper. The children were clinging to the door frame and exclaiming in amazement.
The stern researcher adjusted his crooked goggles: "According to the records of the City Defense Records, the firing interval of the crossbows used to defend the city in 1132 AD should be..."
"Old Yu, try this." Mou Xuan threw away the bronze pile rubbing stained with purple mist crystals.
When the analyst held the rubbing and began to compare it with the "Taibai Yinjing", no one noticed that Agent He's hand paused while folding the paper - when he folded the seventh fold, the paper bird's eyes suddenly flashed the same faint blue fluorescence as the bronze stake.
While adjusting her hairpin, Chen Yao quietly inserted the poison test needle into the tail feathers of the paper bird.
The moment the needle tip touched the wooden tower pendant on her wrist suddenly became hot. She vaguely saw the blue-eyed old man on the snowy night seven years ago, stuffing half a scroll of ancient book into the arms of the unconscious archaeologist.
When she looked carefully, she saw that the cover of the ancient book was the number of the false intelligence that Mou Xuan had just burned last night.
"Ask the kitchen staff to prepare more food." Mou Xuan suddenly raised his voice, grabbed three conflicting intelligence files and slammed them on the table, "Since Mr. He is proficient in Khitan, please translate the secret letters taken out of the stomachs of these beasts tonight." He emphasized the word "translate" deliberately, and saw out of the corner of his eye that when the other party was adjusting his scarf, the bronze pattern on the back of his neck was flickering with the light and shadow of the glazed tiles.
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