Those things with the female president in the primeval jungle

Chapter 115 Mysterious Diary

Back at camp, I took out the things in my backpack.

Shaking out the clothes, the diary appeared before my eyes again.

Curiosity drove me to open the diary.

The paper on it seems to be specially made, and it didn't rot in such a humid environment, but only slightly yellowed, and the writing on it was clearly visible, but...

The content inside is all written in English, and I can't understand it at all.

How many of those who died were foreigners?
Lin Miaoer watched me open the diary, and looked over curiously.

"Um...can you understand?" I looked at her a little embarrassed.

It can't be blamed for my lack of culture, I actually know a little English.

For example, calling "Cao Nima" in English means fuckyou.

But I seem to understand such a curse word.

Lin Miaoer thought it was dirty, so she was not good at picking it up.

"Hold it, and I'll see it."

"it is good."

I turned back to the first page for her, and Lin Miaoer was shocked at the first glance.

"This man is a professor at Harvard, my God!"

Even if I'm just a little security guard with no culture, I still know Harvard University.

The top institution of higher learning in the United States and the third-ranked university in the world.

Didn't expect that the person who died in the sleeping bag was actually a Harvard professor?

"and then?"

"Don't worry." Lin Miaoer waved her hand.

Apparently, she knew English well, and she seemed fascinated by what was in the diary.

I didn't understand anything, so I could only stare blankly at her reading the diary.

In the past, Lin Miaoer's smoky and charming appearance disappeared at this moment, replaced by doubt and shock.

After reading the first page, she reached out and opened the second page by herself.

It wasn't until I finished flipping through that I realized I had come across a diary.

"oops!"

This is a dead man's thing, she just remembered.

"Just let me know if you want to turn the page." I reminded.

Lin Miaoer looked at me with trembling eyes.

"Little brother, this diary is not simple."

"This Harvard professor is called Leslie. He is a professor in the Department of Biology. He is here to lead a team to investigate this jungle."

"Investigation? What is there to investigate in this ghostly place?"

Well, the professor of the biology department is probably here to study the creatures in this area.

In this ghost place, there are indeed some plants and animals that I have never seen before.

Not to mention the wild fruits all over the place, I can only eat one-third of the ones I can recognize, and there are all kinds of other wild fruits, as long as they are not poisonous, I put them in my mouth.

As for the animals?

At the beginning, Murong Xue and I were chased by porcupines with nowhere to go, and I didn't know the giant ants that gods blocked and killed gods and Buddhas blocked and killed Buddhas.

"and then?"

"And then I'm still watching..."

"Go on, Professor Leslie's diary says that this place is very strange, and I want to find out."

I nodded and asked Lin Miaoer to continue reading the diary.

For a whole day, Lin Miaoer and I just stayed in the cave, groping through all the contents of the diary bit by bit.

The things recorded here are extremely explosive.

First of all, this place is an island, located in the South Pacific.

The area of ​​the island is very large, more than 4 square kilometers, a little larger than Hainan Island.

It stands to reason that such a large island should appear on the world map.

But the strange thing is that the satellites in the sky can't detect the location of this island, and the satellite photos are blurry. Even the local fishermen in the South Pacific don't know the existence of this place, which is very strange.

The reason why Professor Leslie brought people here for investigation stems from a strange news published in the newspaper he saw.

The news was a story told by a farmer named George Faith.

George Faith's father served in an air squadron of the US military base in the South Pacific more than 40 years ago.

On September 1962, 9, during a separate flight mission, his father accidentally lost control of the plane, lost contact with the shore base, and finally disappeared.

The location where the signal disappeared is near this island.

So the military arranged for other people to come to investigate and search and rescue.

But as soon as the plane flew into this area, the magnetic field became disordered, and all the flight instruments and dials were out of control.

The search and rescue aircraft tried their best to escape the airspace.

The Air Force Base subsequently suspended the accident investigation and placed George Faith's father on the permanent missing list.

At the same time, the accident file this time was also secretly sealed by the military.

This has become a magnetic field anomaly area similar to the devil's delta.

All cruising aircraft at the base must make a detour, otherwise it will be dangerous.

(End of this chapter)