A tumultuous life

After Tian Xinru finished the call, she said, "Master, they are starting to prepare the information."

An Siming said, "Okay." Looking at Tian Xinru, "I want to be careful in the future. Some people's ideas are problematic."

Tian Xinru said, "I know."

Wu Han came back soon and knew what happened. He was also worried.

Originally, I thought that An Siming was worrying too much. How could someone leak the secret? Unexpectedly, his words came true. An Siming did not say anything wrong. Some people have different ideas. The original people knew what confidentiality was, what should be said, and what should not be said. The result is that now, in order to get money, you can do whatever it takes.

He didn't want to admit that some people made mistakes, but he still had to admit that some people had problems, and the problems were big. Why didn't they get governed? This is the question of many people.

I want to go to Meibao, but I also feel that there is no need to stay in Xinbao.

After being intimate with Berna, Berna II and others, lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, I felt that the pattern on the ceiling was interesting. Xinbao is not as big as Meibao, nor as high as Meibao, but it is not much smaller, about 15 meters. The height of a floor is also about 3 meters.

The ceiling looks like it is out of reach.

An Siming looked at the pattern and felt that it was interesting.

Being bored, he asked Tian Xinru and Wei Yang and others to draw a pattern.

Tian Xinru and Wei Yang and others also felt that they had nothing to do, so they just drew the pattern.

Originally, I wanted to do other things, but because I sued the Italian government, I needed to stay for a while.

The pattern on the ceiling has some ripples, like waves, rippling in circles, and the patterns in each place are different. After thinking about it, An Siming also needed to see how such a pattern was made, so he used a telescope to look at the pattern on the ceiling.

It seemed to be within reach, but also seemed to be out of reach.

This made him a little surprised at the novelty of the architecture here.

The ripples there always felt like letters.

After asking Tian Xinru, he said, "How come this pattern looks like letters?"

He was uncertain and curious.

Tian Xinru said, "It's Latin letters."

An Siming didn't know Latin, so of course he didn't understand.

Thinking about it, he thought it was fun, so he went to another room and asked Tian Xinru to take a look. Tian Xinru also took a look and knew that it was a different Latin letter.

An Siming was surprised.

Then, he went to other rooms and took a look. He also took a look in the hall and knew that it seemed to be a different letter.

Is there really a treasure? How is it possible? It can't be such a coincidence, right?

I went to the other floors and took a look, and I also saw what seemed to be different letters.

No words, no otherCare.

An Siming had a different idea. He asked Tian Xinru to find the records of this castle. After reading it, he felt something was wrong. This castle does not have a long history. It has a very short history, which is more than a hundred years ago. Maybe he felt that more than a hundred years was already a long time. And in the long river of history, a hundred years is just a flick of a finger. In other words, it is a very short time.

This is not a place that feels abrupt or uncomfortable. After all, it is a castle. The length of time is nothing.

The problem is that there is something wrong with the time of construction.

Building a castle more than a hundred years ago? Is it possible? This is not a nouveau riche. A nouveau riche with money but nowhere to spend it would do whatever he wants and want to build a castle for fun. Moreover, more than a hundred years ago, it was no longer the era of cold weapons, but the era of guns and cannons. A castle cannot withstand guns and cannons.

So, what is the purpose of building a castle?

You know, a castle is not the Maginot Line. People who build castles would not want to build the Maginot Line. This is something that ordinary people cannot do. In other words, people who don't have bubbles in their brains would not do such a thing.

People who build castles have bubbles in their brains?

An Siming would rather believe that there is something wrong with his brain than believe that the people who build castles have problems with their brains. At that time, there were reinforced concrete and the buildings were very strong.

Why build castles? To prevent robbers? Or something else?

An Siming thought about it for a long time, but he didn't figure out why.

However, those Latin letters can be combined. If it is done by manpower, I don't know when the combination will be completed. Fortunately, there are computers that can be combined at will.

This also has no results, and it is also somewhat specious.

An Siming thought about it and felt that it might be the first letter, which should be on the ceiling seen when entering the floor, and the last one, one is when going up the stairs, or it may be that the letter entering the floor and the letter leaving the floor are the same.

After several arrangements, the answer was obtained.

The five staircases were naturally arranged in combination.

An Siming knew that something might be hidden, not necessarily weapons. However, this possibility was very small. Think about it, Italian soldiers during World War II generally put down their guns and surrendered immediately when they saw British soldiers. From this point of view, the owner of the castle here, the first generation owner, the person who built this place, could not have hidden weapons.

So, what was it to hide?

An Siming thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out.

Don't think about cultural relics, after all, there are not so many coincidences.

It took several days for Tian Xinru, Zheng Liuyue and others to vaguely figure out the Latin text. The Latin text records that the fireplace on the first floor, the part against the wall, it can be opened.

To be on the safe side, he naturally wore a gas mask. Of course, it was Wu Han who pushed the wall but failed to open it.

Was the record wrong?

Or was it burned somewhere? After all, it was a fireplace, how could there be no flame?

It was a very dark fireplace, nothing could be seen, and many traces were hidden by the black.

While thinking, Wu Han fumbled and touched a raised place, and subconsciously pressed it, and the inner wall of the fireplace opened, revealing a passage. Walking down the steps, Wu Han gradually disappeared into the darkness.

An Siming, Tian Xinru, Wei Yang, Zheng Liuyue and others watched and waited quietly.

Soon, Wu Han came up with a flashlight, and the gas mask had been taken off. Looking at a few people, he said, "There is a treasure inside."

Treasure? An Siming saw Wu Han's somewhat excited face and felt something different. Treasures, Wu Han is talking about treasures, not cultural relics.

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