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He didn't find the way to this tower just now, so he gave up temporarily, but unexpectedly, Lily found it.

Lily ran ahead, and Xia Ren followed her, following the spiral staircase. After walking for a short time, they came to the room on the top of the tower.

Xia Ren was a little surprised when he first arrived here.

So clean.

The walls here are intact, without any trace of weathering, not even a spider web, as if people often live here.

The door of the room at the top of the tower is made of wood, unlike the doors downstairs, it is still in good condition, and there is no evidence of long-term honing.

In the middle of the door, there is also a brown wooden signboard with nails. A series of symbols are written on the wooden signboard with a black brush. The first three symbols look like some kind of lost characters, while the latter ones are It is the letter "Eibon", but whether it is a symbol or a letter, Xia Ren can't understand any of the meanings.

"Eibon."

Lily said suddenly.

"?"

Xia Ren looked at the direction where her eyes were looking, and found that she said it while looking at the wooden sign.

"Here is Eibon's room, our good friend."

Lily grinned suddenly, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, smiling happily.

Xia Ren looked at her smile, but was inexplicably sad.

Even he himself couldn't explain what was going on with this sudden emotion.

Lily took the initiative to push open the door, and Xia Ren followed her in.

Inside is a study room. The brown floor makes a soft "creak" sound when stepped on. It is very comfortable. The surrounding walls are also decorated with wooden boards. There is a large bookshelf standing against the wall. The bookshelf is full of books. There are all kinds of books, big and small. At a glance, there are thousands of them, and there are many manuscripts that have not been bound into volumes. The visual effect is extremely shocking.

On the other side corresponding to the bookshelf is a metal test bench, on which is placed a sophisticated mechanical instrument, in addition to exaggeratedly large glass flasks and gooseneck bottles, but the inside is empty, and Just like the tidy environment, the laboratory bench is also cleaned up.

The position directly in front of the study is a wooden chair and desk.

At that moment, a figure in a long white coat was sitting on that chair, with his back to Xia Ren.

There is a window in front of the desk, from which you can just see the blue ocean, and the faint sea breeze blows in, shaking the manuscript paper on the desk.

The man seemed to be asleep, with his upper body lying on the table, motionless.

Xia Ren looked at his back without any ups and downs.

Suddenly there was an unbearable throbbing pain in my heart, and sad thoughts burst out.

"Eibon is dead."

3 Fifty Chapters Another Civilization, and "Underground Digger"

Xia Ren's sadness did not originate from the corpse lying on the desk, but from the environment in this study.

So familiar, yet very strange.

He knew that the body was not Eibon, but he had forgotten who Eibon was.

"Is it a memory tampered with by the system?"

Just like why Lily is so familiar with this building, he couldn't find a suitable proof for the reason.

This feeling of being surrounded by fog and unable to see clearly made him a little restless.

Xia Ren quickly stabilized his emotions. He walked to the desk and slowly lifted the corpse.

The hair of the corpse was black, and the face was also typical of Dongzhou people. The corpse was wearing the overalls of a laboratory researcher. Xia Ren saw his badge, which said "Professor Yue Yongjie".

The skin of the corpse was yellow and dull, and the lips were chapped. It should be dehydrated or starved to death, but there was still some warmth on the surface of his body. When he opened his eyes, the lens was still clear, and there was no rigor. Xia Ren speculated that his The time of death should be within a few hours.

"But how is this possible?"

Xia Ren couldn't figure it out, didn't Yue Yongjie disappear with his students two years ago?

And along the way, he didn't find any food or fresh water near the sea, and there was no trace of life in the building. If he died just now, then how did he survive these two years?

Xia Ren shifted his gaze to the desk, and there was an old book on the place where the corpse was lying on his face just now.

"Is this..."

With his heart beating faster, Xia Ren slowly stretched out his hand and took the book in his hand.

The book itself is quite old, no matter how finely it is preserved, it cannot avoid damage.

Its cover is wrapped in oily paper, and it feels a little slippery to the touch, as if covered with other people's sweat.

There was no writing on the cover, it was just a whiteboard. Xia Ren calmed down his heartbeat, and carefully opened the first page after getting ready.

Because when he was looking for the ghoul cub Zhang Xiang, he had the experience of being polluted by alien magic tomes that caused his sanity to drop, so he couldn't be too careful.

The pages of the book have turned yellow, and the material has become quite fragile. On the first page, Xia Ren saw the strange characters again.

He didn't know it, but he tried to understand it.

There was a sudden burst of pain in the brain, and there was the slight sound of insects wriggling in his ears. He knew it was an illusion, his sanity was already declining, and perhaps the pollution value was rising.

But atypical insectphobia must find a solution, and the solution is recorded in this book.

He must, must understand the knowledge inside!

Even if the price is pollution.

In a trance, the field of vision in front of him is narrowing, the pain in his head is getting worse, his eyes unconsciously want to move away from those symbols, and he doesn't want to look any further.

Xia Ren clenched his teeth, sweat dripped from his forehead, and forced himself to stare at those symbols.

Suddenly, it was as if a certain thread broke in his mind, and endless knowledge poured into his mind, and the extremely chaotic voice quickly echoed in his ears, like a nightmare, his consciousness was lost in it...

"Kids, how many are these?"

"I have two apples, here is one..."

"b, p, m, f...one stroke and one stroke are pronounced as 'person'..."

"Goose goose goose, Qu Xiangxiang..."

"The white spoon... the land..."

"Xiao Hong and Xiao Ming are going to the bookstore..."