Wen Zheliu thought for a while and nodded again: "...Okay."
The milk is warm and sweet, soothing and scalding down the throat, making one's eyes squint. Wen Zheliu temporarily let go of all the entanglements, calmed down, raised his head and said, "By the way... where are the others, how are they doing?"
He Qin handed over his mobile phone: "Here."
Wen Zheliu hurriedly opened it and saw that since seven o'clock in the morning, there had been more than ten messages on it.
Du Zijun: The contents of the notebook [picture][picture][picture][picture]
Du Zijun: I took a few key points first, so you can make do with it. What about the pictures on the wall
He Qin: [Picture][Picture][Picture][Picture]
He Qin: Just these four.
Xie Yuanyuan: Completely... I can’t understand it_(:3∠)_
Du Zijun: For those of you who don’t have classes in the morning, let’s go check what the characters on the wall mean and let us know what we find out.
He Qin: ok
Wen Zheliu did not rush to open the contents of the notebook sent by Du Zijun, but first looked at the photos taken by He Qin.
On the white wall, there are intermittent, crooked spell symbols painted in red to black blood, which look like they were scratched on with the palm of your hand. The connections between each symbol are intertwined, and in some places five deeper fingerprints are clearly condensed, just like the marks left by five meteors.
Like a spider web or graffiti, the incantations are intertwined and covered with each other, so that people can only see the rough outline. In addition, there are several lines of small handwriting written with fingers.
"20xx, August... 13th? Or the 18th?" He dragged the photo, enlarged it and then enlarged it, struggling to identify the date scrawled on it, "I am going to die here, we are all dead, I am It’s not the end, please help me, I don’t want to die, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have come here with them…”
It can be seen from the messy writing and unclear tone that the narrator's mind has fallen into madness. The people next to him had no way of knowing what exactly happened to him or what kind of stimulation he received. However, reading this line of words still made people feel chilly in their hearts. Together with the strange mantras all over the wall, they had a premonition of something bad happening.
"What year is this in August?" Wen Zheliu asked confused, "Time is a very important clue, especially the time that is deliberately concealed by the plot..."
"What do you think?" He Qin asked, "Regardless of what year it is, do you think it is the 13th or the 18th?"
Wen Zheliu was silent for a moment, then resolutely said: "No. 13."
"Why?" He Qin turned out a plate of fried golden-brown poached eggs from his hand as if by magic, "If you speak well, reward Ning Ning with delicious food."
"..." Wen Zheliu scratched his nose: "What if I didn't say it well?"
He Qin smiled and said: "Then you have to exchange things for delicious food."
As he spoke, he tapped his cheek with his slender fingers. Wen Zheliu narrowed his eyes and refused to think about what he was going to exchange for his breakfast.
"First of all, August 13th is not an unfamiliar number." Wen Zheliu said, "If the reports are true, August 13th is the day when all the survivors of the supernatural game were rescued last year, and since the 13th of last year, the 4 None of the missing teachers and students have been found."
"Do you think these are the handiwork of one of those four teachers and students?"
"Although this possibility cannot be ruled out." Wen Zheliu pondered, "If the date when these things were written is the 18th, it proves that they were still trapped in the otherworld at night, but..."
"But what?"
"Blood. There's too much blood on the wall."
He Qin's expression remained unchanged and he took his empty milk glass over: "Then? Go on."
"I wanted to say it before. When a person is alive, sane, and has the strength to write, there is no way he can squeeze out an entire wall of blood. Those who write these things must have corpses at hand. spare."
"So, what do you mean?"
"Is there a possibility?" Wen Zheliu considered the wording and spoke cautiously, "Of course, I am just raising a possibility. What if the person who wrote this word was not the four teachers and students, but other victims?"
He Qin looked at him and finally smiled in approval.
"Yes, this conjecture is very interesting."
Wen Zheliu said: "From the very beginning of the doll game, to last night's wooden man, and tonight's Hanako, I can conclude that the missing teachers and students should have died long ago. In every game scene, at least one person died. , the strange images in the world at night may not be caused by evil spirits."
"Then the question is, if the bodies of four teachers and students are scattered in different game scenes, where did the person who wrote these things come from so much blood?"
He Qin stared at him with a smile and finished the next words for him: "So you concluded that the time was the 13th. Because according to your inference, even on the 18th, the missing teachers and students were still alive and were still trapped. The possibility of another world, but the person who wrote these words is not them. There is another person... who is also trapped on August 13th of an unknown year, and is also a victim of the supernatural game."
"Yes." Wen Zheliu breathed a long sigh of relief, "Yes, that's what I meant."
"August 13th in different years, victims in different years. Reincarnation." He Qin pushed the omelette in front of him, "You want to say this."
Wen Zheliu took a bite of the crispy omelette and said incoherently: "Of course, I have some other conjectures, but... let's wait until we find the evidence."
He Qin raised his hand and wiped away the remaining fried egg residue from his lips: "Just eat well and don't talk."
Wen Zheliu: "Uh-huh!"
After breakfast, the two of them changed their clothes, packed up, and planned to go to the library with their bags on their backs. He Qin conveniently put on his gold-rimmed glasses and a black trench coat, with a straight waistline, wide shoulders and long legs. He was able to turn a mere trail covered with fallen leaves into a show for autumn and winter fashion week. Fortunately, it was school time now, and the campus There were only a few students inside, but it didn't attract any large crowds.
Wen Zheliu lowered his head and looked through the incantation symbols copied by He Qin. Although the patterns on the wall were extremely messy, and some of the strokes were stacked together, He Qin could still accurately separate them one by one, and then write them down on the paper, which was filled with two sides of letter paper.
"Handwriting analysis, restoring the writing direction." He Qin said as he opened the glass door of the school library for Wen Zheliu, "If you want to learn, I will teach you."
"Thank you." Wen Zheliu said smoothly, lowering his voice as he entered, "But I'm confused and can't understand it at all."
These symbols are connected in circles, and the horizontal and vertical strokes in the middle are like horizontal branches, forming shapes such as beaks, human figures, trees, and stone monuments. This is not an alphabet, it is not Sanskrit, it is not Arabic, it is not Tibetan... Instead, it is a bit like a variation of hieroglyphics.
"If we can find a bilingual comparison table, these things will be easier to crack," He Qin took a look, "The system can't be so difficult for people, it'll be fine."
He Qin took out the teacher's borrowing card and motioned Wen Zheliu to go to the second floor first to look for hieroglyphic comparison materials.
Wen Zheliu flipped through the pages and walked to the second floor with his head buried. He looked around and was about to find a place to sit down when he suddenly saw two familiar figures sneaking behind the bookshelves on the sparsely populated second floor.
Wen Zheliu: "...What are you hiding from? I've seen you two already."
Hua Ying and Xue Wenshu leaned out from behind the bookshelf one after another, and each laughed "hehe" twice.
"What a coincidence," Hua Ying touched the back of his head and gave Wen Zhe Liu a righteous thumbs up, "Sure enough, substitutes will attract each other!"
Wen Zheliu's face was expressionless: "Then you'd better go back to Duwang Town quickly. The library can't accommodate a substitute messenger like you."
"Hey, brother, don't be so heartless. After all, we are on the same front now..."
"Who is on the same front as you?" He Qin's voice with a smile came from behind Zheliu, "You just need to protect yourselves and don't let the members of Muspelheim who are in defection mode get in. Just leave it open.”
Wen Zheliu turned around and said, "How do you know that Gam has turned on defection mode?"
"He has the temper of a wild dog. Without He Rui, how could he dare to start the massacre mode." He Qin chuckled sarcastically, walked to him and faced the president of the Heresy Trial, "Why, you don't have classes?"
Hua Ying pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled quietly: "Students who have not skipped class are not enough to be called students."
He Qin pulled Wen Zheliu and walked away: "Okay, let's find a place to sit down quickly."
Hua Ying hurriedly followed them: "Alas! Don't leave in a hurry! Don't you want the hidden information on our first day? Take a look, I brought it all!"
He Qin stopped and glanced at his hand casually: "So, now we not only have to share the hidden information of the second level, but we also need to see the answer to the first level?"
"We share the same hatred of the enemy, let's first share the same hatred of the enemy!" Huaying said sternly, "An organization without a spirit of unity is an immature organization, and a team without a sense of teamwork is a team that cannot hold up the flag! Since we now have a common enemy, we must Abandon past grudges, look to the future, and achieve higher, further, and bigger goals! Teacher He, what do you think?"
"I feel that the guiding ideology of the organization is self-improvement, the central idea is perseverance, and the specific policy is to study until death. And learning to walk independently is actually a basic requirement for every member of the organization." He Qin He smiled so brightly that he said, "The above is my personal opinion."
Huaying: "..."
Wen Zheliu, who was listening in the audience, sighed softly.
Don't think about it. I don't know if there is anyone who can talk nonsense to He Qin.
But when he saw a girl named Xue Wenshu holding Hua Ying's sleeve beside him, he couldn't bear it, so he said: "You can listen, but we won't tell you the conclusion. We are not responsible for the right or wrong of all the conjectures raised. You Judge for yourself.”
Hua Ying immediately smiled and said: "Hey, thank you brother! I accept your kindness and I will definitely repay you in the future!"
Wen Zheliu sent a message to Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan to inform him, and then the four of them acted together and searched among the language categories and historical miscellany categories on the second floor.
In the end, it was Wen Zheliu who found a dilapidated book in a dusty corner, containing a comparative narrative about lost texts and mysterious symbols.
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While He Qin copied the first spell brought by Hua Ying by restoring the writing method, he said casually: "The deciphering of hieroglyphics is generally a very difficult and obscure process. Taking ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs as an example, people until In 1799, the dawn of deciphering hieroglyphics was seen through the unearthed Rosetta Stone."
"The Rosetta Stone," Xue Wenshu interjected, "I know it. There is a comparison between Greek and hieroglyphics on it, so it makes the deciphering of ancient Egyptian characters possible from impossible."
He Qin nodded: "But even with the comparison table, the cracking work still stalled for a long time. After more than ten years of hard work, the French scholar Champollant used the name of the Pharaoh as a breakthrough and first analyzed the Egyptian characters of ptolmes and cleopatra. Writing method.”
Hua Ying wondered: "We already have a comparison table, why is it still so difficult?"
"Because there are 486 Greek words, but there are 1,419 corresponding hieroglyphs." He Qin said lightly, "In addition to the differences in language, the classification of phonetics and meanings in hieroglyphs is also unknown... In short, it is very complicated."
After he finished copying the part in his hand, he pushed the paper to Wen Zheliu, opened the tattered book, glanced at it, and then frowned and said, "It's over."
Wen Zheliu hurriedly raised his head from the pile of ghostly drawings: "What's wrong?"
"The system of this thing is a system that combines pronunciation and meaning." He looked helpless, with a hint of amusement, "The people in the Department of Humanities are really good at developing games. I asked them to do a good job in writing. After some research on the system, they actually created a set of hieroglyphics for me based on the standards of ancient Egyptian writing... What else can I say?"
Wen Zheliu: "... Just say you can dig a hole for yourself to jump into."
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