A corner of pale emerald paper was faintly visible under his pillow, an angle that could only be seen when he was lying on the edge of the bed. The miracle doctor hesitated. Because he really didn't want to jump into the trap that guy had laid himself, but he really wanted to see the whole trap in its glory.

The miracle doctor struggled for a long time, and finally sighed. Anyway, after reading it, I put it back in place, how did he know that I was not fooled? The pale emerald incense note gradually appeared, but it was a word note.

Sauvignon Blanc reminiscences of old people

The moon is hideous, the shadow is hideous, the moon shadow is hideous, and the yellow sand picks up the short soldiers.

Crying, calling, people can't bear to listen to the hoarseness, and the tears drop to Ming.

The divine doctor was stunned. I couldn't help but stare at the smirking dreamer. This rotten word, perhaps even he himself can't tell the difference, whether it is written for other people's eyes or his own heart.

The doctor was angry.

Xiao Shell frowned and looked up, and asked in a deep voice, "How?"

Yingluo had no choice but to shake his head. Sigh again. "It looks like every color is the same, and it's like every color is a lot different...... And," he said, pointing to the second code, "this first peach, the pink on it is made of vermilion and clam powder, and although we have found all the red and white we can find so far, even if it is the man who paints the picture, he may not always make the same pink with the same red and white!"

Xiao Shell frowned and was stunned, and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Aster raised her cheeks and looked at the table full of drawing papers, drowsy.

It's dawn.

They worked all night.

"Alas, it was a busy night. Aster pursed her lips, stretched and put her face on the table and fell asleep. Li Ge and Bi Lian are also gradually showing fatigue. Zi Jing suddenly straightened up again, grabbed a stack of dossiers and used rice paper, and padd it under her cheek. Keep sleeping.

Jin Ting smiled and poked the small shell and said, "I found out."

"What?!" Shell's eyes immediately lit up, "What did you find?" shouted to attract everyone's attention. Zi You slept on the desk for half a night, and was also woken up, still resting her head on the pile of papers and opening her eyes.

Jin Ting smiled: "Although we have prepared high-grade, medium, and inferior cinnabar, rouge, and clam powder, and there are many shades of pink, they all have one thing in common.

The little shell frowned and looked at the various papers. After comparing it with the original code for a long time, he still asked, "What do you have in common?"

Jin Ting said simply: Dark.

Everyone's eyes were dumbfounded, and they gathered around to take a closer look.

"Ah, yes," Zi Jing was the first to see the clue, raised her face and said, "Brother Jinting means that the pink color we painted is much darker than the color of the peaches painted on the original code?" It's like when I see the peach on the original code, I think it's freshly picked and bright and delicious, but the peaches we draw seem to have been picked and left for many days?"

Jin Ting smiled and nodded.

Everyone couldn't help but nod secretly. Xiao Shell said: "So, didn't he use cinnabar and rouge?" Raising his eyes and looking at Jin Ting, Jin Ting shrugged his shoulders with an expressionless expression.

Yingluo suddenly let out an "ah" and said, "If you want to think about it according to Jinting's thinking, isn't this vermilion square frame much darker than the cinnabar and rouge we painted?"

The little shell eyes flickered and said, "Could it be that ink was added to the original code?"

Jin Ting shook her head firmly.

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