As Cecina Higher Military Academy graduates and A+ rated bounty hunters, there's no reason Rosie and Deng Huailing don't know the Caesar Code.This is the oldest encryption method, which was invented by the brilliant dictator on the shore of the Mediterranean Sea more than two thousand years ago and used it for military communications.

The principle of encryption is very simple. At first, the generals moved the letters back by the same offset. For example, "sun" was moved back three digits along the alphabet, and it became an unordered string like "vxq".But such a simple method was soon cracked, so on the basis of Caesar's cipher, various encryption methods were derived.

A slightly safer method is to use a matching key, and the two parties to agree on a set of decryption methods to decipher the ciphertext into plaintext.In history, people even used carpets and prayer wheels as keys, and the key Cecina gave Rosie was "leave" written inside the cabinet.

Rosie, without a pen, wrote the alphabet on the floor with her forefinger smeared with blood from the cut."l" in the key refers to the 12th bit of the alphabet, that is, the offset of 12 bits, so "y" in the ciphertext is pushed back 12 bits to get "m".By analogy, all plaintext can be deciphered.

He dipped his blood into the last stroke, and the bright red "marry" suddenly appeared between the wood grains of the floor.The incomplete puzzles were put back into place, and the intricate mess was unraveled in an instant. Rosie suddenly saw the smiling figure of Cesina under the moonlight.as peaceful as ever.

"Is that what Cecina wanted to say?" Rosie murmured, "Doesn't she have any regrets?"

"It turned out it wasn't 'Will you leave me'," Deng Huailing and Rosie sat side by side on the floor, sighing, "but——'Will you marry me?'"

Rosie's breathing stagnated, and she quickly lowered her eyelashes to hide the ripples in her eyes.The tone of the other party's words was very gentle, with strange earnestness and inquiry, as if there was still a little pleading.It was as if many soft feathers were falling on his heart and the back of his hands, like a warm snow, enveloping him softly and lingeringly.

But he knew that this was an illusion, Deng Huailing was just talking to him about the clues, he was being sentimental and insisted on giving meaning to this accidental sentence.He has clearly decided to use Rosie's identity to please the other party, but he will still be touched frequently, and whatever Deng Huailing does casually is enough to defeat him.

"Why don't you talk?" There was a slight smile in Deng Huailing's voice.

Luoxi raised his head, and the man really looked at him with a mocking smile, obviously aware of his embarrassment, and seeing through the self-righteous shyness - he was thinking too much, Deng Huailing would only exchange rings with the former Rosie, but would never propose to him.

However, he has long understood this.Rosie thought calmly, her heart was barren, without any bitterness or resentment.Give him a few more years, and he will die without any grievances, fulfilling Deng Huailing's wish.

"I'm wondering where Cesina hid the lock of her brain," he ignored Deng Huailing's teasing, staring at the figure by the window and said, "According to the meaning of the clues connected together, she wants to giveDashawn proposed, but because he was controlled by her husband, she didn't say it in the end, and I'm afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"When I was young, I heard many legends about ghosts from my master," Deng Huailing rested his elbows on his knees, resting his head casually.Wandering in the world for a long time. The lost city, maybe it is Cesina's ghost left behind?"

Rosie was stunned: "You mean...to get the lock of the brain, you must help Cesina fulfill her wish and change the real ending? But the lost city is just an illusion. Even if the ending here is reversed, the real history will not be true."The dust has long since settled, both Cecina and Dashawn have been dead for many years."

"The Lost City is just an illusion," Deng Huailing said in a low voice, "and those who rush to a miserable ending for love are fools who believe in illusions."

Rosie was silent.Cecina had a chance to choose, when she first met DaShawn and took the business card with the evening primrose.When she went to Dashawn's house for a tryst and was photographed by the paparazzi.When Dashawn decided to leave.When she passed through the maze of silver mirrors and managed to keep him behind.

The countless forks are like the spinning threads of the goddess of fate, but she pursues in the same direction obsessively, regardless of the road under her feet that shatters into thousands of pieces like a mirror, and falls into the abyss with the pieces.

"When she made a choice, she didn't predict the future direction, which is understandable. However, at the time of building the Lost City, she stood at the end and looked back, still ignoring the dark reality, nostalgic for DaSean love.

"During the days when she was imprisoned and reformed by Joseph, she had no access to outside information, so she locked the most important invention of her life, together with that unforgettable love, in the Lost City, looking forward to another time axis, to come to findPeople in Treasure can listen to her and understand her, as for the lock of the brain, it is just a gift from her to express her gratitude to the listener."

Deng Huailing stared at the thin figure in the moonlight, "After all, the person who can find the lock of the brain must also understand her inner voice."

"She didn't give a damn about who would take the locks from her mind, or that the city was on the brink of disruption," Rosie sighed helplessly. "In her heart, the only right option was love. That turned my heart on Cecina.Impressions of von Richthofen."

"If it were you, wouldn't you choose this way?" Deng Huailing asked.

"I wouldn't choose that." Rosie said only one sentence without further explanation.

"But I will." Deng Huailing raised the corners of her lips.

Rosie turned her head and looked at the other side's face, but Deng Huailing had already mentioned something else: "Since we want to fulfill Cesina's wish, we have to send her and Dashawn into the marriage hall. But someone saidThe words make me very concerned..."

"We met elderly Su Qing in the jewelry store, and she said the black ring was a wedding present for Cecina," Rosie took the thread knowingly, "proves that Cecina and Su Qing talked about the idea of marriage in private, but before the gift was delivered, she was imprisoned by her husband. She must have planned the ideal wedding process in advance, including the time and place, just ask Su Qing, and we can grasp the key information."

Deng Huailing was a little surprised: "You have thought of it a long time ago? So on the day of the banquet, you stopped Su Qing in the corridor to try to verify this conjecture?"

"Hmm." Rosie nodded, not understanding why the other party was so surprised.

"It's not because I'm unwilling to manipulate my actions, nor is it because I want to avenge Su Qing?"

"No." Rosie shook her head blankly.

"Then why are you showing a serious expression?" The more Deng Huailing asked, the more he felt that something was wrong, "I thought you wanted to kill me."

"What expression?" Rosie frowned, reaching out to touch her face, "Do I look so vicious?"

After thinking about it for a while, he finally understood Deng Huailing's meaning. He took out the butterfly knife he carried with him from his pocket, twisted the blade with his fingertips, and suddenly slashed at the opponent's neck.

Deng Huailing's pupils shrank sharply, and before he had time to dodge, the knife was already at his throat.A cold touch came, but it was not sharp, and the blunt handle of the closed knife lightly tapped his Adam's apple, like some kind of unconscious provocation.

"I never thought of killing you, not even for a moment, I just hope you live well." Rosie held the handle of the knife, a strand of hair on the side of her cheek cast a soft shadow on her face, "When fighting with you,The blade never comes out of its sheath around your neck, but you're a tough opponent too, so I must be very serious."

Deng Huailing's eyes gradually darkened, and he grabbed the wrist of the person in front of him, vaguely annoyed: "Why didn't you explain? I tore your clothes, and humiliated and mocked you—"

"We were arguing," Rosie said quietly, "but now, it doesn't matter."

"What is unimportant? Rosie, how many things have you not explained to me?" Deng Huailing gripped the opponent's wrist, almost cornering him.He had long guessed what lies Rosie had told, but he still wanted to hear that person admit and apologize; he secretly decided that as long as Rosie backed down a little, he would step forward and hug her into his arms, telling him that he wouldForgive everything.

"A lot," Rosie said, without elaborating.

"You..." Deng Huailing gritted his teeth, and wanted to continue asking, but suddenly saw a trace of pain in Rosie's eyes, as if begging him humbly, "Don't ask any more."

—Don't ask any more.Luoxi thought sadly that he didn't want to have any more mirage-like hopes so that he could spend his days in the desert safely.He didn't want to possess any bit of tenderness that belonged to Deng Huailing, and used precious bit by bit to water his jealousy towards Rosie until its roots broke through his body and destroyed his mind.

Now that's good enough.Pay off the debt owed to the second district, and then repay the debt owed to Deng Huailing, and he can disappear with peace of mind.

Deng Huailing had never seen such a strange emotion in Rosie's eyes. The arrogance and indifference no longer existed, leaving only heavy guilt, which filled his eyes like a mist, which made him particularly worried.

He didn't care about the decadent nonsense of "don't ask any more", just about to ask Rosie to find out the truth, when suddenly the sound of a violin came from outside the window, mixed with moonlight in the night wind, like clear spring water.

Both of them looked towards the window together.Under the window is the garden attached to the house. Rosie had carefully observed it when she entered the door. There was no one in the garden, and the surrounding area was garrisoned airtight by the "Surge" army. Apart from Parisa, there is no second person who can play the violin———However, Parisa is not so boring as to play the violin on the battlefield.

"Don't move." Deng Huailing said softly, pressing Rosie in place.He walked to the window, carefully confirmed that the army of "Shu" was still there, and the surrounding environment was safe, before poking his head out to peek.

Under the blazing moonlight, the young man with chestnut hair stood alone in the garden with fallen flowers and trees, his shadow was dragged very long.He held the bow with his slender fingers, and the bowstring moved slowly, releasing melodious notes.

Deng Huailing turned around and motioned for Rosie to come to the window sill, "It's Dashawn Volkman."