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From the current situation, the only thing containing information is this phone. And the only information on the phone consists of these three poems. There are countless wallpapers, but why did Killer only change to this one? Is it a coincidence? Moreover, looking at these three light verses, they are neither in the form of regulated seven-character lines nor do they rhyme; their presence here seems a bit mischievous, yet not very structured.
I furrowed my brow, glancing left and right at the three poems, unable to discern any meaning they might convey. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pressed my fingers against my temples and, along with everyone else, examined the information contained within these light verses. We looked at the painting while pondering the relationship between it and the three poems.
Mary stared at the computer and slowly said, "From this painting, I can't see anything particularly special. The mountain is just an ordinary mountain; the scene isn't particularly exquisite, and neither the lake nor the child stands out. Could there be some details we've missed?"
As she spoke, Mary maximized the image without distortion, scrutinizing every detail of the painting. Yet even then, she found nothing noteworthy. No, from this perspective, it seemed Mary had fallen into a misunderstanding. Guo Guoqing was not a computer expert; Mary could use software on her computer to enlarge the image without distortion, but could Guo Guoqing do that?
I thought that Guo Guoqing likely couldn't even manage what Mary could do. Therefore, the issue here wasn't with the painting itself; the information must lie within these three light verses. We should be able to extract something from them.
I closed my eyes and carefully contemplated the first poem. How do ordinary people read poetry? Of course, we read it word by word and visualize it in our minds. So why can't we reverse this process and combine these words instead?
Suddenly, I felt I had found a way to solve this problem. I quickly opened my eyes to look at the computer screen. Indeed, if we could combine these characters together, we could deduce a single character from each poem. I suddenly understood and exclaimed, "The clue left for us by Guo Guoqing is like this; these are not descriptive light verses but rather riddles!"
"Riddles?" everyone echoed.
I nodded: "Each line of these poems actually alludes to a single character. The three poems represent three characters; this is what Guo Guoqing wants to tell us."
Then I began to decipher the riddle: "With water clear and bright, this character is '清' (clear). With sun and clouds unseen, this character is '晴' (sunny). With heart forming love and hate, this character is '情' (emotion). With insects flying in the sky, this character is '蜻' (dragonfly). So if we remove the radicals from the first poem, we get '青' (green)!"
"So, the answer to the first poem is a single character: '青' (green)!"
Having found a direction with the first poem, I quickly moved on to solve the next two using this same approach: "Two young children go to chop wood; without strength they cannot bring any back. These two lines form a whole that tells us two characters—no, it should be two radicals. '幼' without '力' leaves us with '幺'; thus two young children mean two '幺's."
I continued speaking to everyone, "Let's take a look at the last two lines—'Returning home, afraid of being laughed at; hiding in the mountains, not coming out.' These lines describe two children hiding in the mountains, and these two children lack strength. In other words, two 'yao' are hiding in the mountains. If we add 'shan' to 'yao,' we can deduce what character this forms: it is the character for 'quiet,' or 'you.'"
"Great, the second character is indeed 'you.' Now let's look at the third poem!"
"The mountains rise and fall, gradually fading away; the winding road obscures the view of the mountains. This means that the mountains are no longer visible, and the road is winding. If we reverse the characters for 'winding' and remove 'mountain,' then 'qi' reversed does not form a character. Therefore, if we take 'qu' and remove 'shan,' reversing it gives us the character 'gang.'"
"The first two lines form a whole, and once we know this character, the following two lines become easy to guess." I scanned the crowd as I continued, "The peaks turn and twist into a net. If we interpret 'the peaks turning and twisting' as an 'X,' then if it turns into a net, it adds another 'X.' Removing this 'X' gives us the character 'gang.' The final line is even easier to understand: with knife and iron forged together, having a 'knife' means it's 'gang,' so this is indeed the character 'gang!'"
"Thus, the third character is 'gang,'" I said. "The three poems tell us three characters, which when combined refer to a place: Qingyou Ridge. Just by hearing this name, we know it must be a location on a mountain."
Upon hearing my words, Mary immediately searched on the map of Tianlan City. Sure enough, she found that there was indeed a place called Qingyou Ridge on a branch of Tianlan Mountain. With the address in hand, we couldn't afford to delay any longer. I promptly arranged for the others to investigate while we headed straight for Qingyou Ridge with a team of detectives.
Qingyou Ridge stands at an altitude of about seven to eight hundred meters and should currently be around minus one or two degrees Celsius. Dr. Sun had already been trapped here for an unknown length of time. It’s worth mentioning that Qingyou Ridge is a popular spot for hikers; however, since it was early winter now, with bare mountains and cold weather, there likely wouldn’t be anyone climbing.
Based on our analysis, Dr. Sun was very likely in this area and probably not hiding too deeply. If he were in the woods, we would need to find him quickly. Dezi drove as fast as possible while ensuring safety, disregarding whether it was a green light or not. Soon enough, we sped up Tianlan Mountain, dust flying behind us as all we could hear was the roar of the engine.
At this point, we had already spent nearly an hour on the road. We arrived at what was supposed to be Qingyou Ridge but saw no sign of Dr. Sun from the car. We hurriedly parked and got out to check. As soon as we stepped out of the vehicle, we felt the biting cold wind; inside the car there had been warm air so we hadn’t noticed it before.
We wrapped our coats tightly around ourselves, but the cold wind still seeped in through our clothes. At that moment, Dr. Sun was exposed to this fierce cold wind—how much longer could he endure? Thinking of this, I immediately said to Dezi, "Climb that tree!"
Dezi didn’t hesitate; he found a tree and swiftly climbed up. As they say, standing high allows one to see far; in such a dense forest, this was undoubtedly our best option. Dezi's agility was remarkable; in almost no time at all he reached the treetop. He looked around hopefully to spot Dr. Sun among the trees. After a moment, we heard Dezi shout from above, "I see Dr. Sun! I see Dr. Sun! He’s at three o'clock direction, about three or four hundred meters away!"
Upon hearing Dezi's words, we wasted no time and rushed toward three o'clock direction. Sure enough, after running for a short while, we spotted someone tied up against a tree in the distance—a naked person who could only be Dr. Sun! He had his head bowed and eyes closed; it was unclear whether he was alive or dead.
I hurried to the back to untie the ropes binding Dr. Sun, while Juan Juan rushed over to check on her condition. As Juan Juan examined her, she said, "It's difficult for someone to freeze to death at a temperature of minus three degrees Celsius without wind. But with the strong winds here in the mountains and the water poured on her, her body temperature is dangerously low!"
At that moment, I had already freed Dr. Sun from her bindings. She seemed to have lost consciousness, lying limp on the ground. Forgetting any notions of propriety, I quickly pulled Dr. Sun up and carried her on my back. I could feel how cold her body was, as if I were touching a block of ice.
We immediately placed Dr. Sun in the back seat, but by then, her breathing had become faint. Guo Guoqing had clearly intended this; it wasn't easy for someone to freeze to death at minus three degrees Celsius. However, with the strong wind and the water on her, as the water evaporated, it would draw heat away from her body, causing her temperature to drop significantly—much like how a person feels cold right after a shower.
Just then, I heard Juan Juan tell Mary, "Mary, take off your jacket. We need to warm Dr. Sun with our body heat. Her blood is already flowing very slowly; warm air won't help anymore." As she spoke, Juan Juan took off her own coat and wrapped it around Dr. Sun, using her body heat to warm her.
I learned this only later when Juan Juan explained that for individuals with extremely low body temperatures—like those who have been submerged in cold water—direct contact for warming is crucial; simply using heat from a fire or a hairdryer won't be effective in a short time. During this period, the person could suffer from slow blood flow and insufficient oxygen due to hypothermia, ultimately leading to death.
Now, Dr. Sun's breath was faint; if we didn't get her to a hospital quickly, she would be in grave danger. At that moment, Juan Juan and Mary were holding Dr. Sun tightly to transfer warmth while Dezi sped towards the nearest hospital.
I had already found the closest hospital using my phone's navigation and contacted them to explain our emergency situation so they could prepare for our arrival. Soon enough, we arrived at the hospital where doctors were already waiting at the entrance.
After getting Dr. Sun inside, we finally felt a slight sense of relief; she was still breathing and should be okay. I sat on a bench outside the hospital, waiting for good news from the doctors. For now, I could take a brief moment to rest.
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