Global Exploration: Starting from Decrypting Chernobyl

62: The mystery of the poem! Rock climbing in the middle of the night!Under the bright moonlight, a figure was carrying a huge inflatable raft, speeding along a steep and rugged mountain path!

Behind him followed a panting Zhang Meng and Fatty.

”I say...”

”Boss...”

”Can’t you run a little slower? No one is chasing us!”

”You say...”

”This isn’t stealing... A scholar’s business, how can it be called stealing? That’s... that’s putting idle resources to good use!”

”Isn’t it?”

Fatty chased hard from behind.

He shouted breathlessly.

”...”

”Stop talking!”

Zhang Meng overtook Fatty in a blink of an eye, gritting her teeth and continuing to chase after Wu Tian.

”Look at you panting like that, anyone who didn’t know would think you were about to pass out!”

”Conserve your energy!”

Fatty: ... ”By the way, Wu Tian!”

”Where are we going?”

Although Zhang Meng’s physical condition was decent.

She couldn’t keep up with Wu Tian’s pace and could only anxiously ask the continuously running Wu Tian ahead.

”If we keep running like this, the boat won’t even be in the water before we’re all done for!”

”How will we paddle?”

”...”

”Let’s find the nearest water source!”

After a brief thought, Wu Tian frowned and said in a low voice.

”First, let’s get the inflatable raft into the water, and then see if we can go downstream and deep into the heart of Zemeng Creek!”

”The waterways here are dense, and we have no idea where we’re going.”

”We can only take it one step at a time!”

”No, that’s not right...”

Zhang Meng shouted, out of breath.

”Didn’t we get a clue poem before? This poem must contain clues about the Peach Blossom Garden!”

”...”

”Huh?”

”Oh, right!”

Wu Tian was stunned.

Then he stopped, turned around, and asked the heavily panting Zhang Meng.

”Have you deciphered this poem?”

”Hmm...”

Zhang Meng took a breath.

”I’ve been thinking about this poem, and now I seem to have a lead. Let me tell you my conjecture first.”

”Go ahead and tell me.”

Wu Tian put down the inflatable raft.

He looked at Zhang Meng with some anticipation.

”The first line: ’Where to find the Peach Blossom Spring,’ should have no special meaning, it’s just reminding us that this poem is the clue.”

Zhang Meng frowned and analyzed.

”And the second line: ’A horizontal flute plays, making the journey difficult!’”

”At first glance, the meaning of this line is that the journey is full of hardships, and people generally do not easily achieve their goals.”

”But if we analyze it word by word...”

Zhang Meng bit her nail.

”’Horizontal flute,’ ’plays,’ and ’journey difficult,’ these three images can be viewed separately!”

”A horizontal flute is a cylinder, which is very likely to correspond to the shape of a mountain!”

”Plays!”

”When people usually play the flute, it should be held horizontally, but this ’plays’ implies the flute is held vertically!”

”So, a horizontal flute played vertically!”

”That is to say...”

Zhang Meng’s eyes grew brighter as she spoke.

”It perfectly corresponds to the shape of a mountain that is a vertical cylinder!”

”...”

Wu Tian grinned.

”Your imagination is wild. This line of poetry can be interpreted that way?”

”Of course!”

Zhang Meng continued.

”The last one!”

”’Journey difficult’ comes from Li Bai’s poem ’Three Poems on Difficult Journeys,’ which contains the line: ’Idly I fished by the jade stream, suddenly I dreamt of sailing towards the sun!’”

”Therefore!”

”Combining these three superimposed images, I speculate.”

”The closest stream entrance to the Peach Blossom Garden should be in a secluded pool by a cylindrical mountain!”

”As long as we find such a place, the Peach Blossom Garden won’t be far!”

Zhang Meng said with conviction!

”Really... really?”

Wu Tian blinked, a little confused.

”I’m not well-read, so don’t trick me!”

”...”

”You know you’re not well-read, and you still dare to question me?”

Wu Tian: ... Zhang Meng looked disgusted!

”Trust me, what I said is absolutely correct!”

”When I played murder mystery games before, I was a master among masters!”

”...”

【Zhang Meng’s deduction seems to align with the meaning the poet intended to express. Although sometimes a bit boisterous, this girl is definitely both beauty and brains. Believing her is absolutely a very good choice!】

【You listened to Narrator-kun’s words and decided to trust Zhang Meng!】

【You looked around, deciding to choose a high point to observe. Perhaps you might see the place Zhang Meng described!】

”...”

Wu Tian’s mouth twitched.

Narrator-kun was getting more and more playful now.

What does he mean by beauty and brains?

Am I not handsome?

Is my brain not good?