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Chapter 60: Identical Handwriting

to put the book with ancient script on the bedside table.But just as he turned around, another little paw landed on the already precarious button of his shirt.Wu Ling lay in bed, extending a hand fro...Wu Wu pulled at the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head to look at his younger brother's innocent expression, and his heart skipped a beat.

It feels like I'm lifting a stone only to have it crush my own foot.

He took a deep breath and resolutely shook his head: "There's no need for that, young hero. Please show mercy."

Wu Ling wrinkled her nose, somewhat regretfully withdrawing her tiny paw: "Aw, alright alright,"

Wu Xie let out a breath of relief, but it hadn't fully left his lungs.

Then he heard his younger brother say, "If you can't knead it, then I'll just give you two puffs"

Wu Xie:

...

He looked at his innocent younger brother's face, and while feeling guilty, he silently tugged at his own pants and moved away from him a step, saying resolutely:

"No, I'm fine, brother."

"A medical miracle" Wu Ling raised an eyebrow.

He saw his older brother retreat from him as if he were avoiding a flood of ferocious beasts. He found it rather amusing, but innocently asked:

"Do you really not need my help"

Wu Xiegu shook her head firmly. “Really, no need.”

He covered his crotch, looking at Wu Ling with a hint of wariness in his eyes.

He's probably rebellious and just came over to pull down my pants.

Wu Ling looked at him like this, and licked her own canine teeth.

Then, with a slight shrug of regret, she drawled, "Oh well..."

After saying that, Wu Ling lowered her head, as if attracted by the handbills on the ground. She bent down and looked at them with her flashlight.

Wu Xie saw him reading the hand-copied newspaper with great relish, a sense of relief washed over him, and he immediately turned around to straighten his trousers.

However, as he turned around, Wu Ling, who had been engrossed in the handmade newspaper, suddenly looked up.

On that face, which was originally full of innocence and meekness, a sly smile now played like a mischievous fox who had gotten away with something.

Those round, big eyes were also curved into half-moons, filled with mischievous little plots, like two bright crescent moons.

There's a strange feeling of intensity and harmony all at once.

Wu Ling squatted on the ground, one hand holding a flashlight, the other propping her face.

His round eyes blinked not as he watched the back of his older brother, his tongue darted out playfully and he hummed triumphantly in his heart.

"Hee hee, trying to fool me again You think I'm that easy to trick Looks like you got what's coming to you, ahaha."

Wu Lingmei nodded with satisfaction and gave herself a thumbs up in her heart.

Niugu Lulu Wu Ling came online again, and it's another day of playing mind games.

He tied his shoelaces and was just about to push himself up with his legs to continue his haunted house adventure.

His gaze suddenly fixed on the yellow pages that his older brother had thrown onto the floor.

Wu Ling narrowed her eyes. She didn't look at the contents inside, but instead looked at the date on the bottom of the yellow page.

November 15, 2004, Monday.

The time displayed on top is nothing special, but the 2 and 0 on the number seem a bit odd.

The last stroke of these two numbers both slightly arched upwards.

2 like ethane, 0 like sigma.

Wu Ling looked at the two numbers and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

He put aside his playful thoughts, unconsciously using his index finger to press against his lips as he carefully reminisced.

But just as he was thinking, Wu Xie also neatly fastened his belt.

After he pulled up his pants, he turned his head and prepared to go upstairs with his younger brother to see what was going on with the figure on the second floor.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Wu Ling crouching on the ground beside him, staring intently at the little yellow paper that had been scorned.

Wu Xia tilted her head in surprise and walked a few steps towards Wu Ling, squatting beside him. Her mouth seemed to be asking in confusion:

"Aren't you being a little too serious Why are you looking at this with such intensity"

Wu Ling had a poor memory. He racked his brains for a long time but couldn't remember where he had seen this thing before.

When he saw his older brother squatting beside him, he suddenly had a jolt of inspiration and thought to himself:

"Yeah, I've been with my older brother these days. Things that seem familiar to me, he must have seen too!"

Wu Ling thought about this, and directly patted Wu Xie's arm. Then, pointing at the date on the yellow page with her finger, she asked aloud:

"Hey man, don't you find these numbers familiar"

"Numbers" Wu tilted his head, confused, following the direction of his younger brother's finger to the numeral stamped on that page.

However, when his gaze fell upon those numbers, the look of mild confusion in his eyes instantly solidified, and his heart skipped a beat.

This is—

Wu Ling saw the solemn expression on her older brother's face and immediately patted his arm, asking, "What's wrong, brother Do you know him"

Wu Xie didn't speak. Instead, he frowned and quickly took out the small box containing the ancient fakes and photos from his backpack.

He pried open the metal box and pulled out a piece of paper with an address from Henan province.

Then, he quickly placed the note Wu Ling was holding and the memo paper in his hand together.

Wu Ling blinked her eyes, then leaned her head against her older brother's as they both stared at the two sheets of paper lying on the ground.

The handwriting on a single sheet of paper isn't particularly special. However, if two sheets with identical handwriting are placed side by side, the similarity becomes strikingly obvious.

Wu Ling first looked at the note on the sticky note: 160 meters basement - No. 23.

He turned his head and glanced again at the note on that piece of paper, which read "2014".

He then said with surprise, "The 2 and 0 on the surface of these two pieces of paper both have a curled tail at the end!"

"Not only that."

While Wu Ling was surprised, Wu Xie beside her, although still spirited, seemed much more mature and composed.

He tapped a few times on the two pieces of paper with different fonts, his eyes slightly dim, and muttered:

Although the fonts on these two sheets of paper are different, the habits of the writer's strokes and finishing touches are indeed exactly the same.

"Each person's writing habits are unique, and handwriting is extremely difficult to imitate, so the content on these two pieces of paper should have been written by the same person."

"Wow, that's a real brain teaser!"

Wu Ling's mind was a bit muddled. He looked at the two sheets of paper in front of him, smacked his lips, and said something strange:

"So, the person who wrote this little yellow note 19 years ago is also the one who sent us this package now"

"Mm." Wu nodded slightly, pushing his glasses up his face with his hand. He felt a little heavyhearted, his fingertips lightly tapping the address note on the ground.

"I found it a bit strange before. Although the characters on top look chaotic, the stroke of the pen and the proportion of the size of the characters are very well-balanced."

"Judging by the handwriting, this note was likely written in a hurry."

"The urgency of the situation left the writer with no time to even regulate their strokes, forcing them to hastily scribble these words."

Wu Ling touched her chin and approached Wu Xie with small, shuffling steps.

According to my older brother, this person who wrote the address was in a very urgent situation and finished writing this note hastily. They then hurriedly mailed this piece of paper along with some random things to their own older brother.

The package delivered by courier contained a fake antique, several photos of this teaching building, a key, and then this note.

Then there was a call from his “Uncle Three,” who was from Henan, and a piece of paper with a string of numbers on it that he didn't understand.

What on earth are the writer and his uncle up to

What is their ultimate purpose

Wu Ling hesitated for a moment, just about to speak when a sudden, enormous voice boomed down from the second floor.

"Bang!".If your uncle asks later why he ignored them just now.He couldn't possibly say that it was because he hadn't seen his older brother for a few minutes, plus the fact that he had cried when talking to...

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