Yan Ning stood in the yard, took out the drawing from the space and examined it carefully.
The terrain is correct, exactly the same as Qinghe Hutong.
The courtyard with the peach tree was not in the wrong location; it was where she was now.
So what exactly is the problem?
If this were just an ordinary topographic map, there would be no need to hide it in a secret compartment in a dresser drawer!
Yan Ning stood quietly in the yard, looking at the peach tree in the yard on the map.
The only difference is the peach tree.
Where the peach tree used to be in the courtyard is now a round marble slab.
She walked over to the marble slab and squatted down to examine it carefully.
What the hell is this carving!
The flowers and plants do not look like flowers and plants, and the birds and animals do not look like birds and animals.
Yan Ning reached out and touched the relief on the stone slab, inch by inch.
Huh?
This patterned stone can be pressed down.
Yan Ning looked at the vaguely discernible flower on the relief.
What kind of flower is this?
Could it be peach blossom?
She suddenly thought of something and took the topographic map and placed it on the stone slab to take a look.
Yes, that’s why she preconceived that the tree in the picture was a peach tree. Because there were six peach blossoms painted on the tree.
But why only six flowers were drawn?
Yan Ning looked at the relief on the stone slab, where a flower could be vaguely seen.
She continued to search the pattern with the flashlight to see if there were six flowers on this flower as well.
Two.
Three flowers.
Four flowers.
…
After a few minutes, Yan Ning found the only six peach blossoms in the pattern.
Then what?
Yan Ning couldn't figure out the pattern.
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