Chapter 36 – The Secret of the Box (I)

Fan Xian lay safely and comfortably on the bed, his face pale, like that of a young man with a hangover, a copper basin resting beside the bed, which was quite clean, for the vomit had long since been cleared away.

Ruo Ruo had already been driven to bed by him, and another maid was serving herself. Fan Xian’s white face is not pretending, vomiting is not urged with drugs, but Yan Xiaoyi’s arrow on the hostage of the strength of the gas really hurt his internal organs, chest and abdomen a burst of boredom, about the need to recuperate for a few days to be good.

Thinking of that soul-crushing arrow, Fan Xian still couldn’t help but be afraid, if he hadn’t exploded his true qi level at the moment of life and death, I was afraid that he would have been killed by that arrow. It was really hard to imagine that the arrow was still so powerful from so far away, and it seemed that the Chancellor had already possessed a realm of more than nine grades, and might step into the highest level on earth at any time.

In fact, when he smashed the arrow with both hands, Fan Xian’s strikes were still not as swift as the incoming arrow, so he only smashed on the arrow shaft, which was very dangerous, but thanks to that, he didn’t leave any scars on his hands at this time, otherwise if someone with a heart saw it, he really didn’t know how to explain it.

At that time he risked to go to Guangxin Palace, on the one hand is to see if you can find anything, on the other hand, but do not want to let the people in the palace, because Eunuch Hong was transferred by the five bamboo, and associated with the key in the Hall of Contained Light, which, is the most important thing.

His fingers gently rested on his waist, slowly stroking the hard thing, heart a peace of mind, his luck is really good, but his luck really will always be good? He decided that in the future he would never hide anything in the secret compartment under the bed again, and in the future he would never go into the palace to play again.

Within a few days of pretending to be drunk and recuperating, Fan Xian’s “Poetry Immortal Performance” in the temple had already spread all over Kyoto, and in the past few days, there were countless scholars and dignitaries who stepped on the threshold to visit the palace, but all of them were blocked out by Fan Jian, who said that his son had been overly consumed by his own spirit that day, and that he needed to rest and recuperate.

But the level of people coming is getting higher and higher, even after a few founding fathers, the military senior generals have killed over. While Fan Jian was having a headache, Fan Xian at this time announced a decision that was puzzling and incredibly regrettable to all through the mouths of the people in his house.

Fan Xian would never compose poetry again!

Many people still thought that this was just nonsense spoken by the eunuch and didn’t take it seriously. Only King Jing’s House, who understood Fan Xian’s temperament, and Ren Xin, the two young ministers, knew that this was only true, but anyway, one should still be in the aftermath, and slowly discuss it again.

Kyoto’s summer has gradually faded away, an autumn rain slowly drifted down.

In fact, there were only three days before he entered the palace, but Fan Xian felt that these three days were the longest three days in his two lives. The box was under his bed, and the key was in his hand. There was no temptation greater than this. But Fan Xian still endured for three days, like a child who steals a snack from the kitchen that his mother doesn’t allow him to eat, carefully hides it in the closet, and then goes to bed satisfied knowing that it’s there, glancing at the closet every day before going to sleep without really wanting to eat it, until finally the snack rots and spoils.

The box wouldn’t spoil, but Fan Xian decided to eat it tonight anyway.

Outside the window, the autumn rain pattered down, falling in the backyard of the Fan Mansion and on the flowers and plants in the yard that would endure the frost of autumn. Inside the window Fan Xian did not light a lamp, he knew his eyes were enough to see clearly in the darkness. The chest was placed on top of the table, and he steadily inserted the key into the brass-like keyhole.

With a click, the plywood at the front of the chest popped open, revealing a small black board screen. There were some strange little squares on the board. With a gentle press, those squares would sink. Above each grid was a unique tattoo, and none of the people in this world were able to recognize these tattoos.

Fan Xian smiled, only this smile was a little bitter, a little realized, and a little comforted by the fact that after guessing for a long time, it was finally confirmed.

He closed his eyes and couldn’t help but smile again, thinking that this world really was too crazy. So with shivering fingers, he lit a pot of the fine clay cigarettes that Fujiko Kyo had honored him with, so that he could calm himself down.

This was the first time he had smoked in the world of Qing, and the smoke smelled good, white smoke curling up in the dark house as the autumn rain fell slowly in the forlorn courtyard.

Fan Xian felt that he would never be alone again.

The people of this world would not know what these little black grids were, would not know what the strange tattoos on these grids were. But Fan Xian knew.

Because what was revealed when the lock on the case opened – was the keyboard. It was a keyboard that he was familiar with from his previous life, and those strange decorations on it were actually twenty-six letters of the alphabet, as well as number keys, and Fan Xian’s most familiar F5.

After seeing this thing in front of him, the thing that Fan Xian had secretly guessed in his mind for a long time was finally confirmed in the strongest way possible, that the mother of his own physical body, the woman called Ye Qingmei, came from the same place as himself. At this time, he did not associate it with the Heavenly Veins person mentioned in the conversation between Zhuang Mo Han and the Eldest Princess in Guangxin Palace.

The smoldering pot of the dark lamp dimmed and brightened in the darkened room, and Fan Xian’s face had regained its composure as he placed his hands gently and inexorably on top of the keyboard and began to guess what the password should be.

“It’s the name.” Five Bamboo, who had come to his side at an unknown time, stood in the corner of the house, his eyes, though covered by a black cloth, still showing an emotion one would call sadness to the face of the box, “I only remember that it was the name, and the lady said that there were only five strokes.”

Fan Xian nodded calmly and began typing, after all, it had been sixteen years since he had touched such a thing, and the feeling at first was unavoidably unfamiliar, but after many tries, that familiarity returned to him, to his hands. His fingertips tapped on the keyboard like a dance.

But after many times, he suddenly looked up with a bitter smile, “Where in this world is there a name that only requires five strokes.”

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, he knew where the problem was, barred two more mouthfuls of earthy cigarettes, looked at the box in front of him straight and shook his head, sighing, “Old mom, you’re still really fooling around, but the question is, could it be that you’ve taught Wuzhu five strokes in the past?”

Five strokes is not five strokes, but five strokes input method.

“kfh lca nhd,” Fan Xian typed in his first name, Ye Qingmei, and then there was no response, he somewhat unconfidently typed in the five strokes of his own name: “aib usi.”

The box still didn’t respond, he smiled bitterly, thinking that his name was taken many years later, how could Ye Qingmei have known it back then? Suddenly his mind moved and he looked at Uncle Five Bamboos in the corner of the room with a smile on his face.

Five Bamboos seemed to sense this strange gaze and slightly inclined his head, “Doing what?”

Fan Xian did not answer him, but instead typed in Five Bamboo’s name “gg ttgh”.

The box rattled softly and then opened. Fan Xian glanced at Five Bamboo again and said with a smile, “Uncle, I’m now suspicious that you and mother have some incestuous secret between you.”

Fan Xian had brought this box from Tanyuzhou to Kyoto, so of course he knew the weight of the box, so he wasn’t worried that there was a hydrogen bomb hidden inside. But when he looked at the contents of the box, he still couldn’t help shaking his head until he finally stepped out of the room and walked somewhat dementedly through the rainy night, thinking that his mother-sama really didn’t have any creativity either.

The chest was divided into three layers, and because of its shape restrictions the things that could be placed in each layer had to be long and narrow objects. In the first layer were metal tools that were divided into three sections, some of which were tubular and some of which seemed to be suitable for gripping. Fan Xian frowned as he looked at the metal tubular tools, and although he was also someone who had come from Earth, he still didn’t understand what they were for a moment, until he reached his fingers inside one of the metal tubes, and only then did he understand somewhat.

Lifting part of it up to his eyes to look at it carefully, he found a line of letters written there: M82A1.

“Oy mother father child ouch.” Fan Xian’s fingers shook slightly, and although he was not a military enthusiast in his previous life, he knew what this row of letters represented.

It was a sniper rifle, it was the best sniper rifle in that world, and if it was paired with armor-breaking bullets, it could shoot through a thick wall at a distance of one kilometer.

Fan Xian grabbed the barrel with his right hand, and his hand couldn’t help but tremble a little, he deeply understood that in a society like Qing Guo that was still in the era of cold weapons, what it would mean to have a sniper rifle in one’s hand.

It meant that from now on, he possessed the ability to kill any person from a distance of several miles without worrying about being discovered.

It meant that whether it was that Arch Chancellor who had surprised the heavens with an arrow or Yun Zhilan in the Eastern Barbarians’ embassy who looked at him with an unfavorable gaze, as long as one was willing, then one could possibly make countless attempts to kill the other party – one just didn’t know if it would work against a Zong Shi level expert.

Fan Xian was a little nervous as he gently placed the sniper rifle, which had been disassembled into three parts, onto the table, and the smoking pot had long since been placed to the side, he propped his hands on the table, took a few deep breaths, and calmed his mood, he seemed to have all the necessary conditions to become a Dark Night Demon.

Of course, the prerequisite was that there had to be bullets.

Fan Xian looked at the second level and was dumbfounded, there was nothing else in there but a letter, and there were not at least ten or more bullets that he had expected.

Without bullets, this sniper rifle was no better than a burning stick.