After seeing off the respected old queen, Zhang Yi and Lexa hid the 92 style under their respective pillows. Although they didn't think this thing was of great use, they always felt much more at ease with one hand. In order to avoid them being oversquandered, Lao Wang did not give them more ammunition supplies, nor did he teach them how to load, only 15 in the magazine.

After Zhang Yi confirmed that the safety lock was safe, he covered it with a pillow. Just as he was about to log in to the game again, Lexus's suspicion came from the other side.

"Why is your roommate's pillow so disgusting?" Rexshaman wondered, "There is a needle hidden inside the pillow?"

"What does it mean?" Zhang Yi walked over, picked up the pillow and touched the bottom. There was indeed a hard rod-like object there, and there was even a thorn in the pointed place. He didn't even think too much, so he opened the pillowcase, found this thing, and took it out-

This is a pen, an old black fountain pen that can't be seen in the brand.

"Why did he hide this thing under the pillow?" Lexus asked, "Is this brother a weird guy?"

"Well, the weird guy among the weird guys." Zhang Yi held up the pen and observed it carefully. Because of the shape of the pen tip, he was sure that it was a pen. However, no matter how he looked for it, he could not find the seam and could not be unscrewed at all. In other words, this was a pen that could not be filled with ink.

From a structural point of view, this is definitely not a water-dip pen.

He couldn't help but wonder, what was the purpose of the guy who made this kind of thing?

"Yan Fei and the others have come to investigate, how could it not be revealed?" Zhang Yi thought hard. Even he could feel the strangeness of this thing, not to mention the criminal investigator. The clues under the pillow were almost impossible to be missed.

The only possibility is that this pen appeared under Li Si’s pillow after the jingman investigated.

Zhang Yi was heartbroken. There were several days when this room was not even locked, and anyone could come in. If anything was lost, it was not surprising at all. However, there were still many things in the room, but there were still many, and it seemed that someone was hiding here in a pillowcase.

"Is this a wiretaper or something?" Lexus also stared at the pen, "No, why did the wiretaper look so stupid."

"Yes, Xiao Zhao has scanned the entire room and there is no radio device." Zhang Yi's thoughts changed and suddenly asked: "Lexus, what is your dream exclusive totem?"

"A chip." Lexus didn't want to answer, "but I don't know what this thing is for."

"My totem is poker," Zhang Yisi said, "that is, our totems are all things that occupy an absolute position in our hearts, or things that are closely related to us."

"Zhou Ke, do you have a big relationship with cards?" Lexus was stunned and asked, "Wait, what kind of work does this roommate brother do?"

"Online writer."

"You mean..." Lexus narrowed his eyes and stared at the pen in Zhang Yi's hand, "Is this the brother's totem?"

"No brand, no effect, no maker, no maker, it is consistent with the characteristics of your and my totem."

"That's true..." Lexus said repeatedly, "I don't know if my chip is Intel or Ati. I have never seen the structure of that circuit board, and it is completely incompatible with pbsp; "Put it back." Zhang Yi and Chen Ran sighed and stuffed the pen back into the pillowcase. "I remember you told me that Li Si may have died while doing the totem mission."

"I heard from others, too." Lexa scratched her head, "but I still don't understand why this pen appears here."

"Maybe there are a lot of things, but we can't use this thing anyway... That guy seems to have something to say." Zhang Yi's mind sounded, "By the way, there is another clue!"

"ah?"

"Don't worry about me, buy the most luxurious equipment and follow the strategy I gave you to level up." Zhang Yixun sat in front of the computer and couldn't wait to enter the 6 game. There was a clue that he didn't even take as a clue at all. Although it was only three days, it seemed like a dusty old thing-

Li Si's manuscript.

Zhang Yi opened the task interface and looked at the description of this task again: [Please hand over the manuscript of this minstrel to the poet organization, but the minstrels are very poor and should not give you any rewards.]

In the organization of the bard, Zhang Yi vaguely remembered seeing something similar in the central square.

At this time, there were basically no people in the central square, but the open-air barber bar is still open, and a guy wearing a funny little hat is fiddling with the harp in his hand.

Zhang Yicao walked over and asked, "Are you a minstrel?"

The guy looked up slightly and smiled lazyly, "This is too obvious."

Zhang Yi began to be curious about Li Si's profession. The bard seemed to be a profession. He continued to ask: "I have a manuscript here and I need to hand it over to the poet's organization. Do you know who I should look for?"

"Poet organization?" The bard grinned with a smile, "You are so humorous. Even if the homeless are organized, the bard will not have their own organization. We are just a pauper who plays a small song and sells laughter."

"This... can you help me see this manuscript?" Zhang Yi decided to try his luck and used Li Si's manuscript.

"Are you sure the poet allowed it?" The bard dared not take it directly. "Our songs are made up by racking our brains, and we usually don't like to let others see the original manuscript."

"It's okay." Zhang Yi clicked on this character and chose to draw 2o yuan to listen to the previous song.

After the banknotes were taken, the poet's attitude suddenly changed 18o°. He took the manuscript excitedly: "Wait a moment, I will sing this song immediately."

I saw the poet slumping the manuscript on the table, tidying the harp, and then frowned again. After a long period of entanglement, the first chord finally popped up, and hummed in his mouth.

"One I... die..."

"The other me...rebirth..."

"I bet everything on the edge of...the dream..."

"Reversing this flop...a ​​lifelong... this word is so messy, there is no rhyme at all..."

"Continue." Although the tone and the words are very ugly, Zhang Yi still wants to finish listening.

The bard's expression twisted for a long time before he found the next chord.

"They are here, they are here..."

"I have nowhere to hide...no one to rely on..."

"I can only use a pen... to outline the world..."

"I can only use a pen... to outline myself..."

"Don't bypass the abyss if not deep; do not dabble in the shallows if not shallow."

"Don't see the sea water is not blue; don't miss it if the corpse is not rotten."

"Left, left, right, left, left, left, front, back, front, back, front, back, back, back, back, back, back."

"Dear, if one day you see me..."

"Please wake me up, please wake me up..."

The bard was silent for a long time, and then said, "It seems that it's over, and there are repeated symbols behind it."

"Repeat? What does it mean?"

"This is a bit strange..." the poet frowned, "The last paragraph indicates that it will be repeated 927,128 times... If you sing like this, it will be enough to sing until tomorrow."

"927128..." Zhang Yi silently recited the number.

It's too obvious, this is conveying a message. But why did Li Si use this method? Isn't he explaining everything? In the cabinet in the initial room, there was his will. What can these incomprehensible lyrics and these simple numbers represent?

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Yi took back the manuscript and thanked politely, "No details were left behind, right?"

"Of course, except for not repeating 927,128 times, I sang it all." The poet pondered, "I have to say... your friend... really does not have the talent of a bard, and he is very sick."

After leaving the bard bard, Zhang Yi's mind was always echoing the song, and "927128".

What bothers Zhang Yi is not that this password is so difficult to crack. On the contrary, this password is too simple and can represent too many meanings. Even without any experience in breaking secrets, Zhang Yi can instantly think of more than ten possibilities.

Is this a student, a license plate or a bank storage cabinet number? Is it the coordinates of the paragraph in the novel, the bed in the hospital or the door number in the community?

Zhang Yiyu affirmed the biggest paradox between his initial intuition and Li Si's behavior - why, he still wanted to bet even though he knew that there was a high chance of dying? Is it worth it for a totem mission?

"They are here, they are here..."

"I have nowhere to hide...no one to rely on..."

It seems that something is approaching. If it is a courier and a game organization, it will be difficult to understand. According to the existing information, Li Si has almost no place to violate the game treaty. As for his novels, he basically follows the urban idea of ​​Yin. Although it involves dreams, it is absolutely impossible for someone who has not experienced the game to see the clues and metaphors. Moreover, the novel is still serialized now. If it really violates the bottom line, the game organization will definitely stop this matter in their way.

So what is close to Li Si?

"Dingding..."

The sound of the conversation application suddenly came from Zhang Yi's headphones, and his meditation was suddenly interrupted, which made him shudder.

[Tip: Little girl jing applies for a conversation.]

Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment, but still connected.

“…”

“…”

After the conversation was connected, both of them were embarrassed for a long time.

"Thank you for reminding me." Zhang Yi was the first to speak, "Will you have trouble?"

"It's okay... he doesn't have time to check now..." Yan Fei's words revealed the rare entanglement of Yu Yourou, "Besides, if there is any reminder from me, it's all the same."

"Yes, they are all the same." Zhang Yi said with a dry smile.

Yan Fei searched his throat and started to jing: "I know everything... Although I don't agree with his approach, I am..."

"Well, the butt determines the head."

"Why do you feel so disgusting when you say something?"

"Hey, I won't talk around." Zhang Yi smiled bitterly, "In the future, let's contact less and strive for their own beliefs. It's also good. If you accidentally reveal any information to me, you may suffer."

"Yes, it makes you feel that I am trying to draw some information from you... it's not good." Yan Fei pondered for a moment, and said, "But this information... I'd still decide to tell you secretly,"

Zhang Yi was in a little more refreshed. Yan Fei was a person in love after all. Although she was sitting on her butt and decided on her head’s decision, she was a woman after all, and she couldn’t let go of some of the things she had experienced these days.

"Tell me."
Chapter completed!