Pusiangsi also began to shake her head: "Maybe it's innate, it's hard to say."
"Just tell me why you came to see me."
she asked Hitzfeld.
"And they brought two people here... to interrogate me?"
"If it's inconvenient..." Hitzfeld hesitated whether to let the two go out.
"It's about time this happened."
He was interrupted, and the tone was very meaningful: "Since he is regarded as an ally by you, it doesn't matter if he stays."
I should have expected her to say that.
Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief.
Otherwise she wouldn't have let them stay and introduced them to the developer.
“I wonder why those two books.”
she asked directly.
"Don't make excuses, Priscilla."
"Since you specifically mentioned those two books, I guess you must know more."
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Chapter 116 Buried Last Words
"Didn't I tell you that if I were the kind of person who would casually reveal secrets, I would have been dead a long time ago."
"If you really think so, you wouldn't even tell me about those two books!" Hitzfeld said with a firm look.
"And you couldn't possibly allow them to stay just now... Don't lie to me, you need my help too!"
There was an obvious pause in Pusi's figure.
But she didn't speak.
Still no further response to Hitzfeld.
"You have the same guess as me... right?" Hitzfeld half-closed his one eye and whispered: "I think you also have some doubts, but you don't know... you are not sure... you are afraid that the person you trust is actually your enemy."
These words left the two people nearby confused.
Cybert looked confused, while Darent rested his chin in thought, and began to recall what the girl had investigated these days.
It was strange. Her schedule was not a secret to him. He also knew most of the information he had found. Why did this happen every time... She seemed to have discovered something, but he didn't see anything?
"Maybe I shouldn't remind you." Pusi finally expressed her opinion.
Her voice was hoarse, much hoarser than before: "For someone like me who has one foot in the grave, what I think and what I do are somewhat irrelevant... But you are still young, I am not sure whether it is wise to involve you."
"The more you worry, the lower our chances of success." Hitzfeld continued to encourage her, "If that is true, it is definitely not an evil that you can fight alone."
"You need help, Prissy."
"Okay." Pusiangsi was finally convinced.
"Wait here for me. I'll get you something."
She jumped down from the chair, flipped over the bookshelf and entered the secret room. After about two or three minutes, she came back with a thick stack of information in her hands.
The information was really all-encompassing, including everything from books to magazines to novels to newspapers, as well as several parchment manuscripts that Hitzfeld suspected were written by her own hand.
Picking up the top newspaper, she easily found the key points from the densely packed small print.
Because the title was specially circled: "University Alliance Expedition Team was completely wiped out, famous historian Jason Scott was among them"
He turned his head sharply to look at the cloaked man, who nodded. "Yes, it's Professor Scott from the short story. He also died on that island."
"These are Jason Scott's biographies and life stories, and based on the information I have found, I am 100% certain that he did not tell that story in any of his classes."
"June 1804, 6?" Hitzfeld noted the date in the newspaper.
It’s too early. These newspaper and periodical materials can already be considered cultural relics.
Then Purslane's "100% certainty" may have to be discounted, because the time interval is too long and many records about Jason Scott may have been lost.
"That's not the case." As if she had seen through her train of thought, Pusiangsi enlightened her directly, "Pay attention to the title at the beginning - University Alliance. During that period, some of their information was shared, and it was very troublesome to move the classical collection, so this part of the shared content was actually -"
"Employee files." The girl shouted out the truth, "Either this legacy was inherited by Pusilint, or you just happened to dig into their employee files room."
Priss nodded her chin and commented approvingly, "So I do have absolute confidence, because I even have a rough record of every class Jason Scott has taken."
Hitzfeld had seen it.
It was a form, filed in the parchment scroll. It was definitely copied by Prinsloo herself, with every page marked with details of time, place, course name, course content...even the open classes she was invited to attend at other schools were recorded.
After reading it again, I found that it was exactly as the other party said, no course mentioned that strange story.
"This is not good news." Hitzfeld put down the scroll.
"Yes," said Prisance, "but worse is yet to come."
"See that brown book... the newspapers and manuscripts underneath, they should be bound together... that one, you can take a look."
Hitzfeld threw the information he had just read to Darent (the pink-haired nun also couldn't wait to come over), and found the bound volume according to her instructions. He saw a black-and-white photo on the cover of the newspaper at a glance.
The environment looked like a street... No - it was a dock. A group of young men and women in formal suits gathered together, and behind them were two huge skeletons.
The skeleton on the left is a snake, with a winding body of dozens of meters long, which is very spectacular, but the head skeleton is seriously missing, and it is obvious that the head was forcibly pieced together with other bones.
The skeleton on the right is a giant. Its bone structure seems very strange to Hitzfeld: the spine is very long, the hands are long and the feet are short, and the arm bones and calf bones seem to have the same structure as the spine.
She frowned and began to look at the group of people piled below.
They laughed happily.
The third person from the left in the third row was circled in red ink, and she saw a handwritten note next to it: Robert Carroll, The Ruins of Sicinna.
She felt that the circle was unnecessary because the man was the only one with a stern face in the photo.
"Is he the author of that book?" she asked Principe. "Did they just come back from that island?"
"Yes."
"So he was convinced." She looked at the two skeletons again.
"They actually split it in two...?"
Bali sea serpents and ice giants?
How stupid of a person would think that?
Which other humanoid primate has hand and foot bones like that? It's obviously something that belongs to a giant snake... It's a complete spine?
"I have illusions about justice." Pusiangsi said sarcastically, "But there are indeed many times when the right people are suppressed by fools."
Hitzfeld determined that the two skeletons were worthless.
It is indeed worthless... Even if they can really piece together the outlines of a snake and a giant - this doesn't mean anything. After all, even the leftover bones from Kaifengcai and McDonald's can be pieced together to make a Gundam. She can't believe that those two stores sell deep-fried Gundam.
“I found none of these things at all.”
The girl said as she flipped through the books, her tone somewhat emotional.
"Why is the book 'Relics' in the library..."
"No author is marked?" Prisance helped her finish, "Or the author's name is different from this?"
Hitzfeld said nothing.
She saw something new.
Of course, these materials are what she has been trying hard to find these days but couldn't find, and they can all be said to be new content.
But that's not what she meant.
But it's the new content of that book.
That book "The Relics of Sicinna".
She remembered it very clearly. The first half of the book could be described as a realistic biography, in which the author described the experience of following the investigation team to discover relics and examine skeletons. The second half was more science-oriented - it gave speculations about what might have happened on the island in history from the perspectives of astrology, oceanography, geography, etc.
But what she saw now.
These words...including the images...and the opening paragraph.
They seem to be a continuation of the first half of that book?
After all, she remembered that paragraph, which was the end of the first half. The second half began after this paragraph, and from then on, the element of speculation became heavier.
She always felt that the styles of the first and second parts were different, because the first part was obviously more rigorous, and it could be seen that the author liked to be serious, nitpicky, and stubborn. Such a person is unlikely to write the second half.
But at the time she had read Shadows of the Ancient Gods first, and that book was even more different in length and style, so she didn't pay much attention to this.
But now it seems that her feeling was correct.
The second half of "The Relics" was indeed not written by the author. What she is reading now is the real postscript of "The Relics".
He stared up at the cloaked figure.
She wondered what was going on.
"Of course you can't find it." Pussy said softly, "Because Robert Carroll died unnatural deaths 57 years ago, some of his traces are like being erased by an eraser."
"This includes the second half of the book, in which he insists on continuing to study the skeleton, even drawing pictures of each bone and simulating them many times to piece them together into the shape he believes should be the original."
"It was this behavior that brought him death. On the third day after the manuscript was sent to the publisher, he was beaten to death in a dark alley. The cause of the accident was alcoholism on both sides, but Robert Carroll was allergic to alcohol and he never drank."
"If it weren't for the fact that he knew the previous president of Pusilint and they were close friends, not only would he have told him about his alcohol allergy, but he would have also copied a copy for him before submitting the manuscript."
"This will."
"It will really be buried by humans."
Chapter 117 Buried Last Words Part
"It's a pity that this matter was not taken seriously at the time."
At this moment, only Pursance's voice echoed in the whole room.
"Because of Carroll's character - you should have seen how easily people like him offend mediocrity - he made many enemies. Even though there were doubts about the truth of his death, now that the perpetrators have been arrested and punished by law, they think it doesn't matter who did it."
"The coverage of the Xieyang Stone Carvings was not as high as it is today." She lowered her voice and glanced at Cybertron, "I don't need to remind you of this... The strange death of a historian is unlikely to receive much attention in this environment."
"But I don't see how this has anything to do with what we are investigating now?" Darent closed a book, his face full of curiosity.
"We are investigating the disaster in Elnak Town, the Dead Forest, the Death Tree, and the Seed of Destruction."
"Find the old king's party, determine who they are, investigate whether there are additional seeds of destruction, and pull them out of the crowd - this is our main goal."
"I know this may be a little rude, but ma'am, what you showed us has no relevance to this case."
"Are you and her partners?" Purslane asked him.
"What's wrong?"
"Because you ask me these stupid questions, you can only be her errand boy."
While they were arguing, Hitzfeld was reading a book intently.
She read eagerly, forgetting the time, and browsed through the manuscript with amazing efficiency. Finally, she looked up and let out a long breath.
Very critical.
The follow-up information provided by Pusians was too crucial... She didn't have much hope at first, thinking that just a little hint would be enough, but she didn't expect to see these things.
If she was only 50% sure originally, after receiving this additional information, that certainty has risen to 80%.
The ease and satisfaction on her face certainly could not be hidden from the eyes of others. Darent immediately came forward and tried to grab the manuscript, but Hitzfeld did not insist. He loosened his grip and let him take it away.
"I want to see what this is." The mocked wooden man was very unconvinced. He didn't believe that he would be so far behind in IQ. He turned the pages faster than Hitzfeld and read it roughly.
This doesn't take a long time because it looks thick, but a huge amount of it is hand-drawn illustrations.
