Ji Feng: [The cigarette butts on the road are gone. He just put them there. I'm not sure what they mean. Do you think it could be a password?]

Jian Jing: [For the safe?]

Ji Feng: [Yes]

Jian Jing was not surprised that he would make such a guess.

Li Li, Qian Tong, and Zhou Bing teamed up to rob the vault. It is known that Zhou Bing did not know where the gold was hidden, only that it was in the park. As the planner of this crime, Li Li did not hesitate to commit suicide to escape from prison. If he did not know the specific location, it would obviously be impossible.

So, if Li Li could get the gold, he might need Zhou Bing to pick him up and share the spoils with him, but Qian Tong would definitely not get any benefit. He did not need to risk his life to pass on the message to them.

Besides, according to convention, the stolen goods cannot be controlled by one person, which may easily lead to conflicts. It is more reassuring to divide them among many people. Therefore, the treasure map in the treasure hunting story is divided into several parts, and each person holds a part.

At that time, the situation was urgent, and it was not realistic to make a treasure map. The more reasonable distribution method was as follows: Li Li knew the specific burial location, Qian Tong had the key or password to the gold, and only Zhou Bing could take it out.

In summary, it is normal for Ji Feng to suspect that the cigarette butt is the password.

Jian Jing: [152 is too little. I am Zhou Bing. I can find it out by trying.]

Ji Feng: [More than one? Only half?]

She was silent.

Ji Feng: [Zhou Bing used to be a fisherman. He was very good at underwater skills. Later, he illegally caught protected animals and entered. I guess the gold must be in the lake.]

Before, he suspected that stealing fish food was a diversion, but after finding Zhou Bing, the possibility increased sharply.

Jian Jing was puzzled: [Qian Tong told them the password, what good can it do?]

Ji Feng: [He has an elderly mother.]

Robbery is a felony. By the time Qian Tong is released from prison, his mother will probably have passed away. If Li Li exchanges the password with the condition that he helps the other party take care of his mother, it is not impossible.

"Who are you chatting with so intently?"

Jian Jing was thinking, and suddenly a voice came from the side, startling her so much that her phone shook and she almost fell off the rockery. She turned her head and saw Zuo Xin sitting on the stone bench with her: "You scared me."

"Are you guilty?" Zuo Xin glanced at her phone screen, "A saber as your profile picture, a man?"

Jian Jing: "...Yes."

"You don't look like someone who likes to raise fish." Zuo Xin looked at her, hesitant, "Am I seeing things?"

"Work." She said.

Zuo Xin relaxed her brows: "That's good, but you should explain it to Cheng Jiayou. He has seen you several times, so he should be a little concerned."

"What's there to explain?" Jian Jing was surprised, "I have nothing to do with him, do I have to explain to him that there is a reason why I chat with others?"

Zuo Xin thought about it and said: "What you said makes sense, but it doesn't take much effort to explain."

She didn't comment. Maybe she would remember it later and not mind mentioning it, but at this moment, most of her mind was on the gold and the fugitive, so she didn't have time to care about him.

"Zuo Xin, if you conspired with someone to rob, and the other person ran away with the stolen money and promised to take care of your mother, and you had to go to jail for more than ten years, would you be willing?" she asked.

"Of course not!" Zuo Xin is also a mystery lover. When talking about her hobbies, she immediately put her emotional problems behind her. "If we die, we die together. Sometimes people just want to save face."

Jian Jing: "I think so too."

Zuo Xin asked: "Why are you asking this?"

"Conceive a plot." Novelist is really an all-purpose profession. Anything can be used as an excuse. Jian Jing made up stories without changing her expression.

Zuo Xin believed it: "Based on a real case? Not bad, but where is the gold hidden?"

"If it's you, where would you hide it?" she asked curiously.

Zuo Xin thought without hesitation: "In the lake. Tourists may go there from other places, but who would jump into the river for no reason? It's safest to hide at the bottom of the lake."

Jian Jing had originally been inclined to sink into the lake, but after Zuo Xin said that, she became suspicious.

Even a passerby would think that the lake is the most likely place. Zhou Bing is proficient in water and has been lurking in the park for three years. It is not a problem for him to go down and look for it every night. This lake is not small, nor is it big. With all the equipment, is it difficult to pick up some gold?

Could it be that they are thinking wrongly?

Zhou Bing did not take the gold away, not because he couldn't find it, but because... he couldn't take it away?

"Jian Jing, Zuo Xin, are you leaving?" Cheng Jiayou leaned out of the pavilion and asked the two girls who were watching the scenery, "It's getting late, we still have two check-in points."

"Wait a minute." Jian Jing quickly asked where Monsoon Money was.

He replied: [Office, three people stared at him]

Jian Jing hurriedly checked the map. The park's office was in the east, very close to the archery center and the horse farm, some distance away from the mountains and forests, and far away from the southeast where there were more tourists. The terrain was simple and it would be difficult to escape.

"I'm coming." Their next stop was the archery center.

On the way, Jian Jing racked his brains, trying to crack the code on the cigarette.

The cigarette and the tissue paper can actually be considered as two parts. The teeth and nail marks of the cigarette are 1 and 5 respectively. The tissue paper seems to have only one 2, but if the tearing and rubbing are considered separately, it should be 2, 2.

1, 5

2, 2

If the possibility of a password is excluded, the numbers themselves can not convey much information, and they should be converted. But just like she cracked the password of Yiranting before, without a key, the decoding will not be too complicated.

Especially since the cultural level of the three prisoners is not high, if it is too complicated, they will not be able to solve it themselves.

It must be the simplest one.

Alphabet aebb, love your dad? Bah, what the hell.

No, change another one, um... mobile phone keyboard? The 9 key does not match, if it is a full keyboard, ts? They should not use English abbreviations, try pinyin.

TS, special, simultaneous, natural, stage, heaven?

No idea.

Let's try it the other way around, BS? Avoid water? Avoid water, is it to inform them that the police have noticed this place?

Jian Jing quickly informed Ji Feng.

He replied: [The cigarette butt was cleaned up by another cleaner, the news should not have been spread]

Jian Jing asked: [Maybe the gold is not in the lake. It's too simple. If it's so simple, can't Zhou Bing guess it?]

This time, Ji Feng took a long time to reply: [With the current clues, we can only keep an eye on the lake.]

If he had to say it, he was not so sure that the gold was in the lake. But police work and detective reasoning are completely different things. Detectives can deny a certain guess based on intuition, but they can't. If

the fish food is stolen, even if everyone suspects that it is a diversion, someone must be sent to keep an eye on it, otherwise no one can bear the consequences of letting the fugitive escape.

Ji Feng: [Let's cooperate. I'll keep an eye on this side. You think about whether there are any other possibilities. Keep in touch.]

Jian Jing didn't expect Ji Feng to trust her so much. While she felt heavy on her shoulders, she vaguely understood something: detective novels often feature stories about the police being inefficient and unable to catch the murderer. However, are there really no smart people among the police? Not necessarily

.

Ji Feng is obviously not stupid and pedantic, but the nature of the police's work means that he can't do whatever he wants. And it is precisely because of them that she can make other assumptions with confidence.

Otherwise, even if she had to choose, it would be difficult for her to really give up the option of the bottom of the lake.

Is it really not a lake? Looking at it from another angle, Zuo Xin was thinking about the lake. Doesn't that also prove that other people have the same probability of making such arrangements?

Jian Jing: [Okay, I'll try my best]

Ji Feng: [Smile.JPG]

Jian Jing closed the dialog box and tried various abbreviations of BS and TS in the memo using the input method. Not long after, a familiar word jumped into her eyes.

BS, office.

Qian Tong is in the office.

Is he notifying his partners of his location?

Although the probability is very small, out of a sense of responsibility, Jian Jing decided to make a trip. She said to the others: "I just saw a friend and went to say hello to him. You go first and see you later."

After that, without waiting for others to react, she trotted towards the office.

Since she had said and done so, Cheng Jiayou had no need and was unwilling to catch up with her. He said with a tense face, "Then let's go first."

The office of the park is a very beautiful small building with three floors, including the director's office, the administrative department, the financial department and several other miscellaneous offices.

The lounge for cleaners and security guards is also here.

After Zhou Bing cleaned the area he was responsible for, he took a shortcut back to the lounge as he had done countless times in the past.

At this point, only the security captain was in the lounge. He sat in front of the computer, skillfully operating the mouse to play the cards. The sound of playing the cards was so loud that it seemed as if someone had thrown the cards hard onto the table.

He filled a thermos with water, left the room on his own accord, and went to the back door to smoke.

The cigarette was not lit yet, but he could already smell the smoke.

Zhou Bing raised his eyelids and scanned the third floor. The window of the director's office was open, and the smell of cigarettes drifted out.

He had worked in the park for three years and came here to smoke every day. No one was more familiar with this place than him.

The director did not smoke this kind of cigarettes, which had a light smell and were not pungent. But the smoke now was thick and strong. When he took a breath, it went straight into his lungs and was very refreshing.

This was the cigarette of the police who guarded Qian Tong. They could not afford expensive cigarettes, and they often had to stay up late, so they often smoked this kind of cigarettes to refresh themselves.

It seemed that Qian Tong was indeed locked up in the director's office.

He lowered his head to hide his gleaming eyes, stepped on the cigarette butt, and walked away slowly with the thermos cup in hand, like an ordinary old man.

On the third floor, a young policeman turned his head and shook slightly to the others.

The other two policemen observed the money on the sofa inconspicuously. He smoked silently, occasionally glancing out the window, but he did not go to the window. He just asked others for the cigarette casually, so there was indeed a lack of decisive evidence to say that he had informed others.

"Cough." Qian Tong cleared his throat and coughed out thick phlegm. He took out a tissue to wrap it, then wrapped the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can. It was very natural, as if it was just his personal habit: "Officer, when can I eat?"

The middle-aged police officer was very kind: "Are you hungry?"

"I'm old and I can't eat much. I get hungry quickly." Qian Tong smiled.

The young police officer handed over a pack of biscuits: "Take a break."

"Thank you, little brother." Qian Tong took it and ate it in big mouthfuls, "Don't you want to eat?"

The middle-aged police officer smiled: "You can't eat in peace until the end of the work."

"I understand." Qian Tong munched on the biscuit, as if sighing, "Da Li is really troublesome. I am in prison, but he won't give me a quiet time."

The middle-aged police officer chatted: "You still have more than ten years, right?" "My

sentence has been reduced to eight years, eight years." Qian Tong said, "Eight years and five months."

"Have you thought about what you want to do after you get out?"

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet. Let's try to reduce the days." Qian Tong said, "Officer, if I cooperate with you this time, how much can you reduce my sentence? Can I do it in one year?"

The middle-aged police officer said, "It depends on your performance. Do you remember anything? The more valuable the information you provide, the more we can help you get."

Qian Tong frowned, and after a long while, he said hesitantly, "There is something I'm not sure if it will be useful to you."