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Yang Xue nodded: "At least he has been here for a while."

"What's the matter with you? You know it's him, maybe there are other Chinese people."

"No, I'm sure it's him." Yang Xue opened a book and randomly turned to a page with some notes on it.

She pointed to a certain word: "I know my father's handwriting, it was like this when he wrote the tick."

Zhang Jue looked along her finger, and saw that the stroke was indeed very recognizable, and Yang Xue had already been injected with an X-level mnestic, so she shouldn't remember it wrong.

It seems that this is probably the place where Yang Wensong once worked.

This is a valuable discovery.

After Yang Wensong came here, he has been committed to helping Director Herry recontain 3125. If he can see his work notes or some other materials, he can judge their research direction.

Although they failed in the end, they can still be used as a reference, at least you can know which method will not work.

Luo Lisi looked at Yang Xue's finger and asked strangely: "Sister Yang Xue, what are you talking about? Why can't I see what you said?"

Zhang Jue glanced at her and probably guessed the reason.

He carries SCP714, which is immune to antimemes.

Yang Xue was able to read these words because Yang Wensong had left something behind her.

Norris and Gray, who have lived on this site for so long and turned a blind eye to these books, must have been influenced by those antimemes.

If Yang Xue wasn't here, she might not even notice these books.

Zhang Jue didn't have time to explain to her, so he turned around and looked at the bookshelf.

There are very professional books in it, and he can't understand English, so he randomly picked a few Chinese books and took them down to read.

Books are very miscellaneous, some are new and some are old.

Some books have some creases and annotations every few pages, and it is obvious that Yang Wensong has put a lot of thought into it.

Zhang Jue was going to collect the books he often read to see if there was anything in common.

"It's all here."

Yang Xue suddenly pointed to the books on her side and said, "Father reads mostly spiritual books."

What Zhang Jue could think of, Yang Xue had already thought of. She could already keep up with Zhang Jue's thoughts, and she was even more careful.

Zhang Jue nodded. He flipped through a few books and found that this was indeed the case.

"Spiritual books?"

He squeezed his chin, at present he can only determine the direction of Yang Wensong's research, but there is no practical solution on how to contain 3125.

"Look through, go through all these books and see if there are any valuable discoveries." Zhang Jue said.

Yang Wensong is a very rigorous person.

He has a good habit of reading books, that is annotations.

He would write his thoughts very neatly on the margins and title pages of the books that were useful to him.

Luo Lisi couldn't see these words, so Zhang Jue and Yang Xue divided the work, one read Chinese books and the other read English books.

There were not many books, and the two cooperated closely, and soon found clues.

"Look!" Yang Xue pointed to a page in her hand with an excited expression.

Zhang Jue looked intently, and saw a string of words written in Chinese on the gap next to a certain page of the book in Yang Xue's hand.

"As to how to deal with 'it', I have thought of a possible solution, but the space here is too small for me to write. Also, this method has considerable danger and uncertainty, and I may need to try it myself. "

???

When Zhang Jue saw this passage, the veins on his head slowly popped out.

What the he|mother is this?

Yang Wensong's last theorem?

On such an important thing, Yang Wensong is a hidden joker for doing such a thing? !

Zhang Jue checked carefully and found that the book should be a pirated copy. The printing was rather rough, and the layout was wide on the left and narrow on the right, so nothing could be written.

He gritted his teeth with hatred.

Squeeze a word out of your mouth.

"When you go back, remember to remind me to ask Huang Xingwen to improve the treatment of the staff in the site. You can't even afford genuine books. What a fucking delay!"

Zhang Jue gritted his teeth for a while before returning to the content of the book itself, but his English was so poor that he couldn't understand this kind of professional book at all.

He returned the book to Yang Xue: "Dr. Yang Da, you translate for the translator. What are these pages talking about?"

When Yang Wensong saw this and wrote that comment, he must have been inspired by something.

Yang Xue nodded, opened the book, and browsed quickly.

After a few minutes, Yang Xue closed the book and frowned slightly.

"This chapter talks about how the cranial nerves of patients with schizophrenia are different from those of normal people."

"Aha?" Zhang Jue looked at Yang Xue with strange eyes.

The two have been together for so long, Yang Xue still doesn't know what's going on in his head.

She sighed and said helplessly, "At least in the memory of my uncle and I, my father is a normal person and has never had a history of schizophrenia."

"Oh, that's good, that's good, I heard in some folk science that that thing may be hereditary, you have to be careful-don't hit people, I'm kind-well, since your father is not mentally ill, You are not mentally ill, so we can guess why he wrote this passage here?"

When it came to business, Yang Xue didn't have the heart to argue with him, and concentrated on thinking.

But Yang Wensong's knowledge is profound, even as her daughter, Yang Xue can hardly imagine why her father wrote this passage here.

"Ah, I see!"

Zhang Jue snapped his fingers suddenly.

"See if there is such a possibility. If you want to defeat 3125, you must first suffer from schizophrenia!"

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Chapter 199

"See if there is such a possibility. If you want to defeat 3125, you must first suffer from schizophrenia!"

Zhang Jue snapped his fingers suddenly, extremely excited.

Yang Xue looked at him, and it took a few seconds to make sure that he was not joking.

It is estimated that only Zhang Jue can come up with this kind of brain hole.

The point is that she has no way to refute it.

Because it must be true, this possibility is not completely impossible.

Yang Xue could only sigh helplessly.

"Look at you, I'm just talking."

Zhang Jue laughed.

"But having said that, how can I turn myself into a schizophrenic..."

The three of them searched the room carefully again, and found that apart from these books, there were no other useful clues.

It was two forty past midnight.

They have been in this room for over an hour.

The wind outside also gradually died down.

It looked like the storm would die down in less than an hour.

It is no longer realistic to think about finding that black shadow, this time is enough for it to run back and forth in this building.

However, they found such an important clue that they were already worthy of the previous labor.

The three of them discussed it. Since they have already searched here, why not search all the remaining rooms and see if there are any other discoveries.

Just as they were about to leave the room, Zhang Jue suddenly felt a chill down his back.

He looked back, and saw that black figure was at the door of the room, hiding in the darkness of the corridor, watching them quietly.

Luo Lisi was taken aback, "Ah".

Yang Xue covered her mouth.

The three of Zhang Jue looked at it, and it also looked at the three of them.

Zhang Jue tilted his head.

It also tilted its head.

Zhang Jue waved to it, and it also raised and waved.

Zhang Jue took a step forward, and it took a step back.

It doesn't seem hostile.

Zhang Jue said, "Can you understand me?"

The other party did not respond.

It doesn't look like someone to communicate with.

The two sides confronted each other for 2 minutes.

The shadow retreated and disappeared into the darkness.

"Why don't you go after it?" Luo Lisi asked, "Aren't we here to find it?"

"Didn't you see that it deliberately kept a distance from us?" Zhang Jue said, "We have seen it once, and it knows that at that distance, I can't catch up with it, especially at night, if we can't form an outflank It’s a waste of time if you don’t use it, or keep it in a room.”

Yang Xue frowned: "What exactly is it?"

"I don't know either." Zhang Jue shook his head, "But it looks like it's conscious, I hope it's not an enemy."

……

The three of them searched all the remaining rooms above, but found no more clues, nor did they find any trace of the black figure.

The noise of the wind has gradually died down.

It seems that this big storm will stop soon.

The three returned to the room where the researchers were placed.

Zhang Jue took out some water from the different space, and Luo Lisi opened their mouths and fed them with a spoon.

In this desert, it might last for a while without food, but it would be terrible if there was no water.

After a while of tossing around, it was already five o'clock in the morning, and the sky outside had already begun to dim.

Norris leaned against the wall, probably thinking about her father.

Zhang Jue found a chair and leaned on it to doze off.

Yang Xue took the schizophrenic book and studied it carefully.

There are many handwritings of Yang Wensong on it.

She hoped to find some more clues.

Zhang Jue opened his eyes and said to her: "Take a break, your father is powerful, but now it seems that they should have failed. 3125 has not been contained, and you don't have to stare at that book."

Yang Xue nodded.

I know what Zhang Jue said is right.

If the father had succeeded, then this place would definitely not be like this.

"What should we do next?" Yang Xue asked.

Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "This site is too big, the three of us have no choice but to find our way back at dawn."

He pointed to the researchers lying on the ground: "If this goes on, they should be dehydrated."