Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 853 Math Notes

   "Ask the spirit to be careful!"

  Qin Yin shouted and rushed towards Wenling, who happened to lunge at her as well, but the two collided heavily and squatted on the ground with their forehead and chin covered.

   "Hmm, my chin..." Qin Yin tearfully removed his hand covering his mouth, "Ah! It's bleeding!"

   "Hey..." Wen Ling also rubbed his face on the side, and didn't look much better.

   But the good news is that the thing that flew over did not attack the two of them.

   When the red object came to the two of them, its speed had slowed down, it slid on a lower and lower trajectory, and with a clack, it fell to the feet of the two of them.

   Qin Yin and Wen Ling looked at each other in confusion.

   "Whistle?"

  The red object was actually a plastic whistle.

   The whistle was bright red all over, and it didn't look like new. There was a short red thread tied to the upper edge of the whistle.

   Qin Yin hesitantly reached out and grabbed the whistle.

  The two looked at it carefully for a while, but still couldn't see any clues.

   "What does this mean?" Qin Yin put the whistle to his mouth, "Do you want me to blow it?"

After   , Qin Yin inhaled, inflated, and blew the whistle vigorously.

   A crisp sound pierced the silence.

   This sound is exactly the same as the bird call the two of them heard just now.

   "It turned out that it was the sound of this thing just now," Qin Yin looked towards the direction where the whistle flew, "No, it has to be blown by someone, and... the whistle can't fly by itself, is there someone in front of you?"

  Qing Ling's eyes instantly became divine, "Fool?"

   "But why would a fool give us a whistle?" Qin Yin rubbed his hand on the bleeding lips, stood up and said, "What if... what if it was someone else?"

  Qingling grabbed her arm nervously.

   "What to do?"

   Qin Yin glanced at Wenling and sighed helplessly.

  There is nothing you can do, you can't do anything wrong with people who are weaker than yourself.

   You have to learn to analyze the situation yourself.

   "However, even if it's someone else, that person shouldn't have any malicious intent," Qin Yin said, "and if there is malicious intent, we can run away in time."

  Wen Ling looked at Qin Yin in confusion, wondering where did your confidence come from?

   "Then let's move forward. Anyway, it's better to have a direction than to run around."

  Wen Ling had neither the right to speak nor the ability to speak, so he could only pull Qin Yin's sleeve and carefully step into the thick fog ahead.

   After walking for a long time, I still haven’t seen anyone.

   "Isn't there anyone?" Qin Yin looked around, "It shouldn't be... oops!"

  Qin Yin staggered abruptly and almost brought Wen Ling down. The two of them reluctantly regained their footing. Qin Yin cursed and looked down at the ground.

   "Something hit me just now... ah! There!"

   Not far away, a blue and white glass marble was rolling quietly. Qin Yin rushed to the marble in two steps. The marble rolled to Qin Yin's shoes and stopped.

   "Marbles?" Qin Yin pinched the marbles, and through the transparent glass, he could see the enlarged eyes of Wenling on the opposite side, "What does this mean?"

  Qingling puffed out his mouth in distress and shook his head, "I don't understand."

   "Forget it, let's move on."

   The two walked and walked, and as expected, something appeared again.

   A piece of black cloth gradually appeared in the mist. The two looked at each other and ran towards the black cloth tacitly.

  The black cloth is very thick, made of several layers of cloth folded, slightly wider than the belt...

   "Why do I think this is a bit like a black belt in Taekwondo," Qin Yin rubbed the surface of the black cloth, "Hey, I remember... I remember that a fool seems to know Taekwondo."

  Wen Ling was a little surprised, her small mouth opened into an "O" shape, and it looked a bit funny with her blue forehead and mouth corners.

   "Yes, a fool can do taekwondo, otherwise how did he get his kung fu?" The more Qin Yin thought about it, the more he felt that his reasoning was correct, "Is this a fool's black belt?"

   asked Ling to look at the marbles and whistle in his hand.

"Fool……"

   "I see," Qin Yin said, "These are all fools' things."

"Um!"

   "In front, there must be more ahead," Qin Yin took the black belt in his arms and strode excitedly, "Ask Ling, let's go, maybe a fool will be waiting for us in front..."

  The two continued to walk forward, and then picked up a pen, a glass, a table tennis ball...

   "How much is there?" Qin Yin was a little tired, "Why do I feel like we are picking up trash."

   Holding the small objects in their arms, the two of them walked away with their heads closed, and something appeared in front of them. This time, it was a book.

   Qin Yin picked up the book and turned it to the front.

   "Without a title, it doesn't seem to be a book, but a notebook."

   Qin Yin put the things in his hand on the ground, and opened the title page of the notebook. On the title page were written two large and upright characters - Mathematics.

   "Ah Xi..." Qin Yin's face grinned suddenly, "I thought it was a fool's diary. I spent a long time taking math notes... I have a headache when I see math."

Wen Ling reached out and turned to the next page. The next page was not as neat as the first page. There were many smears on the paper. In a small place in the lower right corner, the name of a fool was written, Xu Zishan. .

"It's all messed up..." Qin Yin shook the page and tried to identify the smeared handwriting through the light source, "It seems that it's really all words, like... stupid... fool, ah, I can see clearly, It's a fool Xu!"

   "Fool..." Wen Ling lowered his head and pondered.

   "It's all fool Xu," Qin Yin pointed to the dense smear marks on the piece of paper, "The three words fool Xu were written in these places, but they were all smeared out."

  Wang Ling raised his finger and pointed to the three characters of Xu Zishan in the corner of the page, "handwriting."

"Handwriting?" Qin Yin then carefully observed the three characters, "Yeah, these three characters don't seem to be written by a fool, I've seen the fool's handwriting, it's extremely wild, these three characters are too neat, fool You can't write it even if you kneel down and write."

   The two held their chins in thought.

   Who would have written the fool's name?

  Qin Yin opened the text of the note. That's right. Although this math note is very detailed and serious, the handwriting is really free and unfettered.

   "It seems that the owner of this notebook is an idiot, but he didn't write the name himself, and the idiots who were painted out were probably not written by him," Qin Yin analyzed, "I have an idea..."

   The two of them have a pair of eyes, and their thoughts coincide.

   "Could this name be written by Lu Jieyi?"

   (end of this chapter)