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Be made public.

Although the professor looked at Lisa's disappointed expression and said a few words of comfort, and also indicated that all the discoveries would be sorted out and published in the next one to two years, it still couldn't make up for Lisa's injured curiosity.

Michael nodded thoughtfully, and took a few steps forward to start a more in-depth discussion with the professor.

The two chatted happily. Lisa and Saunders suddenly found themselves unable to get in the conversation. The two of them looked at each other with helpless expressions, but Saunders knew more about the relevant knowledge background after all. Still sitting in the position, listening to those new knowledge.

Lisa looked around. The entire office was only about ten square meters in size. There was a narrow ventilation window near the ceiling. The professor's desk was placed near the middle of the room, with chairs placed on both sides for professors and visitors. students sit.In addition, there are only a few bookshelves on the ceiling in the room.

A large number of books and documents are neatly stacked on the huge bookshelves surrounding the entire office, including linguistics, history of the world, folklore and other books.

The sharp-eyed Lisa saw books about the history and mysterious legends of Pohnpei Island, as well as books that seemed to be about the religious beliefs of Pohnpei Island. It can be seen that the professor is really interested in this aspect recently .

Michael also just asked over there: "Why would the professor want to study Pohnpei Island?"

"Haha, on the one hand, it is naturally because of the particularity of the writing on Pohnpei I just mentioned, and on the other hand, it is because I recently saw some interesting materials in a private library in the urban area." The professor revealed He smiled interestedly, "It's about the personal experience of the first captain in Australia to find Pohnpei Island."

Hearing this, Lisa found that there seemed to be some new news that could finally satisfy her curiosity, and immediately sat back in her seat.

"The curator of the private library is an old acquaintance of mine. He is very interested in occultism and interesting legends, so he has been collecting related written materials and books." The professor introduced, "I When I went to his library, I suddenly found some materials that I hadn’t seen before, and it was these materials that prompted me to organize a survey team to Ponapei Island.”

Speaking of this, the professor took out a can of Coke Zero from under the table, drank about half of it in one gulp, a little Coke was stained on his white beard, and then hiccupped for a long time: "Sorry, haha, these documents record The horror of a poor captain in Pohnpei and some fantasies of his madness. Although it sounds useless, in fact, those materials have given me a lot of enlightenment.”

Michael took out the fountain pen with the cap removed from his bag, and grabbed a blank manuscript paper: "Professor, where is the private library? Can we go in and borrow books directly? Can I use the literature there as a A reference for the next semester's project research?"

The professor nodded. At the same time, he took a pen and paper and wrote down the address and opening time of the library. This professor is good at everything, but the handwriting is really ugly. Fortunately, his courseware is usually displayed in slides. of.

After asking all the doubtful questions and listening to the professor share a lot of interesting things about his investigation, the trio wandered out of the professor's office.

"How about it, let's go to the library in the afternoon?" Lisa suggested excitedly, "This way we can see first-hand information."

Sanders also showed approval when he heard this, saying that he was also very leisurely in the afternoon.

"Sorry, I'm going to the police station to take a statement this afternoon," Michael raised his hand to indicate, "I received a call before, saying that my roommate went out yesterday and didn't come back, and was found to have died suddenly on the side of the road."

Lisa looked back at Michael in horror, completely unable to understand why he could say such terrifying words calmly: "Aren't you afraid that your roommate died suddenly?"

Michael rolled his eyes: "I don't know him well. I go out during the day and sleep at night, and he sleeps during the day and goes out at night. There is no overlapping waking time for a few minutes. Do you have time to be afraid of the death of every stranger?"

After all, he didn't intend to listen to Lisa's answer, he waved and said, "I'm leaving first, if you're not in a hurry, we can meet in the library tomorrow morning."

"Then I'll take my roommate there tomorrow too. She should be very interested in occultism." Lisa agreed indifferently, and Sanders seemed to have no objection.

Johanna, who is said to be "very interested in the occult", just rolled her eyes when Lisa went home and recounted everything: "Who gave you the illusion that I would be interested in this, Bo I have never heard of Napei Island or Nan Madol, and I have no interest in it.”

"You can go with me!" Lisa folded her hands on the armrest of the sofa, her eyes flickering behind the black-rimmed glasses, "If you agree to go with me, I will cook braised pork for you on weekends!"

Johanna finally gathered some strength, turned around and pointed at Lisa: "This is the last time I will hang out with you, and I will start preparing my graduation thesis next time, so don't drag me next time."

Lisa, who got an affirmative answer, didn't care if this was the last time, she grinned with a scheming look on her face: "You have a better brain, you can definitely find things that I can't."

Johanna, who was wearing a high hat, shrugged, but her ears turned slightly red.

At about ten o'clock the next morning, a small single-family building stood on the side of a narrow walkway, and Lisa and Johanna stood by the entrance door, checking the time with their mobile phones.

Soon, another man arrived at the main entrance of this small building. Sanders walked up to the two girls, greeted them, introduced himself to Johanna, and then the three were silent again continue to wait for Michael.

It wasn't until close to 10:30 that Michael arrived late. He didn't seem to be apologetic at all, and his overall state seemed to be a little unusual. He said, "Why don't you go in, we need to save time."

Lisa rolled her eyes, but said nothing, while Johanna, who belongs to another major, mocked unceremoniously: "If a certain classmate can understand time, we don't have to stand here to waste time .”

Michael raised his hands kindly, as if he didn't want to waste time arguing: "Well, my fault."

Seeing that the annoying school bully stopped talking, Johanna snorted and took Lisa into the library.Naturally, there is no electronic query device in this kind of private library. Professor Suo Xing carefully marked the specific position of the bookshelf where the interesting materials are located, and the four of them quickly found the book and a few yellowed pages beside the book. documentation.

unfortunately

This is a collection of precious manuscripts hidden deep inside the library. Its pages are yellowed and even a little brittle, as if applying at least the slightest force will shatter it.

However, in fact, it is still as firm as a new book, flipping the book will not cause any damage to it, as if the book has been given magic to maintain its state.On the bookshelf next to this book, there are also several ancient files belonging to 1825.

Lisa and Sanders carefully remove the archives from the shelves, while Johanna and Michael flip through the ancient manuscripts.

The file is only a few pages thick, and Lisa read out in a low voice: "On July 1825, 7, John xxx sailed the John Bull in the South Pacific, and deviated from the original course after experiencing a storm. , arrived at Pohnpei Island.

Captain John only stayed near Pohnpei Island for a few days and did not land. He was attacked by the indigenous people on the island and left the island to return. In the absence of supplies, he miraculously returned to the Australian mainland and landed in the port of Brisbane.Only Captain John survived this voyage, and a total of 17 members of his crew died due to storms at sea and shortage of supplies.

The unfortunate captain also fell into fear of some unknown thing or situation after returning to Australia, closed himself in madness, was sent to Dart mental nursing home by his children, and was taken home before dying.

In his later years, the captain wandered between sobriety and madness, leaving a lot of incomprehensible babblings and undecipherable documents before he died. "

These documents are quite intact, only the position of the captain's surname seems to have been eaten by moths, leaving only a gap with uneven edges.

Sanders pointed to the words "documentary materials" in the file, and said: "The book next to the file seems to have compiled and recorded the captain's ramblings and a small amount of incomplete documents written by himself.

Professor Harrington told us that the captain actually left the mental nursing home briefly when he was around 50 years old and disappeared for a while. Even his children and the medical staff of the nursing home did not know where he went.

Less than a year later, he mysteriously appeared in an open space near the nursing home, and was found by medical staff.However, since no personal injury had been done and his circumstances made his claims unreliable, the matter was ignored. "

Lisa nodded, turned her head and asked Johanna: "Did you find anything?"

Johanna and Michael were discussing while reading and summarizing the contents of the book. Various excerpts and notes gradually appeared in the notebook next to the book.

But when Lisa asked, Johanna handed over a piece of paper with a lot of content scribbled on it, which seemed to be a page torn from a certain book: "We just fell out of the book when we turned the page." Take the next page to identify it, we don’t have time to read it carefully.”

Lisa looked at it carefully for a moment, gave up on deciphering the too casual scrawl, and handed the paper to Sanders.

Sanders took the paper, read it carefully, and suddenly frowned, looking quite troubled.

"No, you can't understand it either? This is your mother tongue. If you can't understand it, we can only give up." Lisa complained.

Sanders shook his head, put the paper back on the table, and said, "It's not that I don't understand, but the content is familiar."

Then, he repeated what was on the paper:

"——The environment in front of me is dark and depressing. At first I could hardly see anything. Although it is very strange to describe the dream like this, this is my truest feeling. I can clearly feel the process of everything in front of me gradually becoming clearer. After my eyes adjusted to the light in front of me, I saw that ancient, barbaric, broken wall that didn't seem to belong to human civilization.

Huge ancient stones that concealed aquatic life were piled together, with the most viscous darkness in the gaps.In that darkness, there seemed to be countless eyes, they were flipping, with tiny tentacles wriggling from the edge of the eyes, they wanted to break free from the darkness.I might be one of them too!

I can't look directly at those dark crevices, my reason is warning me, my subconscious is warning me, every cell in my body is screaming not to look directly at the existence that should not be explored.I succeeded, I struggled out of the dream!

Then I found myself still lying in my cramped rented house, gripped by a great sense of dread, not feeling a single ounce of relaxation from the night's rest.

Instead, it was like I had just been through the worst battle ever, exhaustion and nausea made me immobile, sweat made me feel like I was stuck in a muddy swamp, everything seemed to be twisted and deformed, and I knew he was still watching me! "

"This content is familiar to you? Have you ever had a similar dream?" Lisa exclaimed in a low voice.

Sanders shook his head, and didn't seem to want to go into details, but just said that he wanted to take another look.Lisa shrugged resignedly, not to disturb Sanders' meditation.

Estimating that they still need a lot of time to sort out the contents of the books, Lisa temporarily left the desk and walked to the information desk of the library management office.There was a young lady sitting behind the information desk, and Lisa tapped the table to attract her attention: "Hello, I want to inquire about those old books."

The lady smiled and replied: "Okay, you can ask me any questions. But please remind me in advance that these old books and manuscripts are not allowed to be borrowed. If you are interested, you can only read them in the library."

Lisa nodded to show that she knew the library regulations, and then asked, "Are these manuscripts and related files donated by the family of Captain John?"

The lady nodded and said: "Yes, after the death of Captain John, his collection of books and some manuscripts of his remarks recorded by his children in his later years were donated to our library as public resources for the public to view."

"I just saw that some parts of the document about Captain John were eaten by moths. Do you know Captain John's last name?" Lisa handed the document in her hand to Miss Administrator.

The other party showed a look of surprise, and after taking the document and examining it carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief: "The gap here has existed since the beginning, and it is not a problem of our unfavorable preservation, so even we don't know what the missing text here is. In addition, although Captain John’s family donated materials to our library, they do not want to be disturbed, so only the librarian knows the family’s surname.”

Since the administrator didn't know the relevant situation, Lisa didn't intend to continue to ask, and she didn't think it seemed a big problem not to know the captain's surname. After all, what they were curious about was only the legends and stories about the island itself.

"Then Miss Rachel, may I ask if anyone other than us has come to borrow these books recently?" Lisa asked after glancing at the sign on the lady's chest.

"Yes, there was a young lady who came to borrow these materials yesterday. She was wearing very thick clothes, so I was very impressed with her." Rachel raised her head and recalled for a moment and said, "The heating and air conditioning in the library is obviously turned on, so The lady still wore thick cotton gloves and a thick scarf, covering her mouth all the time. Ah, by the way, she also ignored the regulations in the library and took photos of the documents. When I went to dissuade her, she said He left in a hurry."

Lisa was surprised to hear this passage, and after hastily thanking her, she didn't have time to ask anything else, so she went back to the table where the others were: "I asked the administrator, and she said that a woman who was tightly wrapped came to borrow the book yesterday. Is there anyone besides us interested in these facts?"

"Speaking of the underwater ancient city and the legend of Pohnpei Island, I think it might be Eve." Sanders had nothing to do at this time, so he continued as soon as he heard the description, "Eve is my colleague, Recently I have been troubled by strange dreams, which are similar to those described in the paper I just discovered."

"In other words, that tightly wrapped lady might be your colleague Eve?"

"Well, I think it's very possible, and when we went to the professor yesterday, the person who met the professor before us was also tightly wrapped, and I thought it was weird at the time," Saunders replied, "The professor Her office is air-conditioned and very warm, and I am impressed by her attire, maybe she also knew about this small library from the professor."

"This situation is interesting. Maybe we can visit this Miss Eve. Maybe her ancestors have some connection with the Saudler dynasty? Although I don't think it's very possible." Lisa joked.

Sanders seemed to be lost in thought, and after a while, he said: "Let's study the contents of the book first, we don't know if this piece of paper sandwiched in the book is related to the information recorded in the book. .”

"You're right." Lisa said and ran to help Michael and Johanna take notes. The three of them worked together, and the content of the book was quickly summarized:

The book records the strange behavior of Captain John in his later years. When he was about 70 years old, his health was already very bad, so his children took him back home.At that time, his children tried to communicate with him, and when no one had hoped for it, Captain John spoke strangely.

His voice became hoarse due to the long silence, and when he spoke, he often stopped suddenly and looked around quietly, as if he was a traveler who had just returned home from a long way to confirm his situation.Many of his words are a bit difficult to understand, and at the same time, there are some syllables that no one can understand from time to time in normal speech.

However, when he really started to describe what he had experienced, he no longer allowed anyone to interrupt his talk.He refused anyone to join or withdraw from the conversation, and a pair of skinny hands firmly held the hand of the child closest to him, as strong as an iron rod.

One of his children recorded all this unbelievable, trying to restore the unbelievable fantasy story:

In 1825, I was a fool full of unrealistic fantasies, a self-proclaimed adventurer, relying on my family's property to try to discover the New World.So, when I arrived at the cursed island on the John Bull, I was initially filled with excitement and excitement.Pohnpei, yes, that's its name, Pohnpei Island.

At that time, my crew and I had just experienced a long sea journey, and we were longing for a period of rest both mentally and physically.So we originally planned to land on that island, rest for a while, and collect enough necessary supplies before starting the journey.

The timing of our arrival, however, seemed unlikely.

island of devils

At that time, the sea was calm, our ship was shaking slightly, and it was not far from the coast.Not far from where we chose to land, there are some buildings made of piled stones. There are some huge stone pillars right in front of our ship, and around the stone pillars are huge stone platforms covered with silt, moss and barnacles.

There are no trails or stairs for people to climb and walk in that building, and you can probably only take a small boat to get there. The Bull like the one I drove is likely to run aground on the mud flat or among the reefs.

It seems that there is a miasma rising from the sea water and the soaked buildings, the light is refracted, and everything is distorted to a certain extent as if in the water. Such a scene is too dangerous, so we decided not to go near the weird stone building. Buildings.

At that time, we guessed that the stone buildings on the water should have been built near the sea on the island, and they were submerged in the sea as the water level rose, and then abandoned, but this was not our business at that time. Didn't pay too much attention to those buildings.

Until a group of indigenous people walked towards the building.

They wore clothes tied together with strange animal skins and things like seaweed. The strange thing is that they wore ordinary shoes on their feet. Their faces were painted with unknown patterns, and they looked like certain people. This kind of fish seems to have some totem-like pattern on its body.

Their attire is so wicked, I should have been vigilant at that time, but I think it was just an ordinary sacrificial ceremony of the aborigines, and it was the scene at that time that made me determine that those stone buildings were probably temples or altars .

What followed was like the strangest nightmare.

Those people, men, women, and children, were holding strange wooden or stone bowls filled with strange liquids, which we couldn't see clearly at a distance.

During the walk, they all drank the liquid in the bowl, and the moment they drank it, their state became very strange, and everyone lowered their heads and became silent.

It’s not just the ordinary way of lowering their heads. Their heads are resting on their chests. The angle is simply not what normal people can achieve. It’s as if the connection between the head and the body has been torn off, and only the skin connects the two parts. .

They kept their heads down and walked with their legs high, but they felt like they were walking on tiptoe.can you understandIt's the kind of movement that obviously has a large range of motion, but still maintains the feeling of not making a sound.

The deadly silence can be felt even by us who are far away on the ship. It seems that even the sound of the waves has disappeared. The death-like silence made many crew members feel restless.

I was planning to go to the island and talk to the islanders about docking, but I was scared, they looked so abnormal, although I don't know if they are aggressive, I planned to order to leave this location and go to the next island Then take a rest, but the crew are not happy.

Richard, yes, his name is Richard, that reckless young man, he was too restless in that environment, he was originally an impulsive and reckless young man.

But he is also the best sailor on board, he is really a good player, young and strong... It's a pity that he is too stupid!

At that time, he stood on the deck and shouted to the natives on the island. His voice was very loud, but none of the islanders responded. They were just like dead people or zombies, only focused on their own rituals, and had no reaction to the outside world.

Richard was impatient, he jumped into the sea and soon swam to the shore.He moved so fast, I didn't even have time to grab him.

At this point, the book records the state of Captain John at this time. He seems to be very guilty, and thinking of that incident makes him look extraordinarily painful.He fell into an abnormal mood for a period of time, and his family even thought that he had fallen into madness again. He yelled manically, pushed his family away, and huddled in the corner of the bed, roaring until his voice was hoarse.

After about half an hour, the old man recovered from his exhaustion and continued his narrative:

I just think about that scene and I feel that fear, he never let me go, one day I will be like Richard, oh my god, that was horrible!

At first the natives didn't respond to Richard, they just walked along a seemingly regular route with strange steps, and even if they didn't raise their heads, they still seemed to know how to walk.

And Richard, he was too stupid, he didn't seem to notice the weirdness of these people at all, he went straight up and patted a man on the shoulder, I wanted to stop him, but he didn't seem to hear the shouts from the boat.

I thought he was going to get spanked by angry islanders, I really didn't expect that.

Those people stopped suddenly, not just the man who was patted on the shoulder, but all the natives who participated in the ceremony, they all stopped at the same moment, their movements were too neat and too scary.

They turned their heads and stared at Richard. I think Richard also felt that something was wrong. He turned his head and ran towards the sea. He originally planned to swim back to the boat, but it was too late.

Those crazy natives caught Richard and began to dance around Richard, repeating strange incomprehensible syllables, and some even screamed madly.

There seemed to be something like the roar of a beast among the noise from the island that only a madman could appreciate, but I'm sure the only ones we could see on the island were the mad natives.

The hoarse mad howl was like a storm blowing from the bottom of hell, and even the gods would cover their ears in such a situation to avoid the blasphemous sound.

I don't understand why I can still maintain my sanity. The first mate next to me was overwhelmed with fright when faced with such a cruel scene. No, I had no choice but to stare at everything in front of me.

In just a few seconds, Richard turned into a fragment that couldn't be seen from the original appearance. Those people held the fragment that was once called Richard and knelt down to the stone city wall.

They held Richard's body fragments, and there were more bound people. Those people seemed to be alive and struggling slightly, so those savages also smashed their heads with stones.

All these sacrifices were thrown into the stone building complex across the sea, and then the crazy cultists started activities similar to carnival. They circled in front of the building, shouting incomprehensible slogans, excited like It was drugs.Some of them even started to self-mutilate, cutting their necks with scars that resembled fish gills.

I don't know how long it took, but the natives did not attack our ship, but turned and walked back to the forest.We sailed away from the devil's island in panic and embarrassment, not even daring to retrieve Richard's body.

That night, the first mate fell into a high fever. He murmured vaguely that he heard chants that echoed the roars of the natives. He exclaimed that he heard the sound of demons flapping their wings and saw distant islands. A pair of glowing eyes in the center watched him.

His imagination killed him, or it may have been the satanic legends of his former homeland that sent him into a panic.The poor man didn't last long, and died of dehydration and weakness on the third day or so.

We couldn't keep his body on board, so we buried him in water.

But the curse entangled my ship and my crew like a plague. Some people continued to have nightmares, dreaming of similar content, hearing the call of hell in their dreams, and some people started laughing crazily. The echoes of the night echoed in the cabin, until one day when the laughter stopped, he too died.

Several sailors became delirious, shouting in horror that something was chasing them. They firmly believed that the moment they were overtaken was the moment when they would be dragged into hell. Some of them committed suicide because of this. Get rid of such a chase.

I, too, fell into a state of unspeakable terror during that time, and though I had no dreams, and had no idea what my poor crew had seen, I was sure I heard a cry from far away, something calling me .

When I fell into a state of insanity, there were not many people left on the ship. It was also because of this situation that our remaining supplies allowed me to persist until I was rescued, but I can hardly recall the process.

I want to record all my experiences, all of this is to warn you, my children, don't go to Ponapei Island, don't land on that devil's island again!

The record about Captain John ends here, and it seems that his family does not want to be disturbed by others, so the captain’s surname does not appear in the entire book, and even his name may be forged.

Lisa laughed a few times, and approached Johanna to inquire, "This is definitely some kind of fabricated adventure story, right? Why does it look so unreal to me? Maybe the captain and his crew are just infected with the disease." Is that why such an exaggerated hallucination is produced?"

Johanna rolled her eyes: "Aren't you the one who believes in such weird legends and mysterious events the most? Why do you suddenly start to find scientific explanations now? I think this incident is very likely to have happened in reality. It is normal for primitive tribes or desert islands far away from the land to have some strange cults of evil gods, and living sacrifices do exist in history, don’t they?”

"Of course I don't want to deny the possibility of this objective existence, but don't you think what the captain described, what happened after they left the island by boat, is unscientific?" Lisa argued, "What kind of nightmare makes people Crazy behavior, suicide, no matter how you think about it, it is more like a hallucination caused by an infectious disease or food poisoning?"

"It's not necessarily," Sanders answered, he just frowned, looking very serious, "A friend of mine has never been to Pohnpei Island, and he didn't even know about Brisbane. How do you explain the possibility of being haunted by similar nightmares when you left?"

Lisa remembered the friend Sanders had mentioned before, and asked hesitantly: "Are you sure she hasn't traveled recently?"

"We are colleagues and work in the same office almost every day. She must not have traveled far during this time, otherwise I would know if she asked for leave." Sanders said with certainty, "I want to inquire about Captain John's family. The current situation may help my friend's situation."

Michael poked his head over and said, "I think you should discuss it with your friend first. If she goes to the captain's family in person, it will be more convenient to solve the matter, right?"

It is rare that this senior looks so understanding, Lisa nodded in agreement, but Sanders seemed to be in a dilemma: "I don't know if she knows about these situations, and I don't know if she is willing to talk to others about these weird things. nightmare."

After a long while, Sanders shrugged: "Okay, I'll ask her opinion."

sanders character card

Saunders, University faculty member (former investigator), 32

Male, native of London, now living in Brisbane

Era: Modern Players:

STR50CON45SIZ60DEX50

APP80INT50POW70EDU70

DB:0Build:0MOV:7Luck:65

HP:10/10San:70/70MP:14/14

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Brawl% (0/0), damage 1D4

Dodge 25% (12/5)

---------Skill---------

Credit Rating 20% ​​(10/4)

Electrical Repair 40% (20/8)

Fighting: Brawling 75% (37/15)

Language: Spanish 31% (15/6)

Mother tongue: 70% (35/14)

Library usage 80% (40/16)

Listen to 80% (40/16)

Persuasion 60% (30/12)

Scouting 55% (27/11)

Track 40% (20/8)

--------background story--------

Personal description: The surface is calm and tidy, but the heart is childish and curious

Thoughts and Beliefs: Mysteries persist, doubts about what is known, mistrust of reality

Important person: Eve (I owe a favor and want to help Eve within my ability)

A place of extraordinary significance: the university where I am currently working (after losing part of my memory, I entered the university to work under the introduction of Eve)

Valuable Possessions: An old blunt dagger (the only personal item other than identification documents after amnesia, seems to be related to interrupted memory)

Traits: A pleasing (especially female) guy

Wounds and scars: There is a birthmark about three centimeters long above the right eye from the brow bone to the forehead, which looks like a light red scar

Phobias and Manias: Corpsephobia, Documentaphobia

As a staff member in the language building of the university, the work can be regarded as leisure, answering students' questions, assisting students to apply for IELTS, and doing some auxiliary work during the IELTS test.Of course, as a faculty member of the university, although Sanders' salary is not as high as that of a professor or lecturer, it is definitely not low. Coupled with the benefits of being an Australian citizen, he is living a very chic life.His curiosity will always lead him into some bad situations, but he persists in exploring everything that is not what the world should know. These mysterious knowledge seem to be able to unlock the secrets hidden in his heart that even he himself cannot understand. Touch of doubt and anxiety.

--------belongings--------

Briefcase at work with favorite notebook and pen

Cash, wallet, driver's license

The only ancient dagger

Hand cream

---------assets---------

Living standard: standard consumption level: 200

Cash: 800

Rent a house with three bedrooms and one living room, the weekly rent is ￥550, and there is a second-hand car

librarian

There is a wide pedestrian area in the city center of Brisbane. This area is the busiest commercial area in Brisbane. Even in the days when the land price was not expensive in the early years, this place can be regarded as every inch of land. .

In the countless narrow narrow streets around the main road, there are many small buildings with two or three floors, many of which are the entrances of small bars on the ground floor and shops on the upper floors, and most of them are similar to small bookstores or private houses. Buildings such as museums and libraries.

In this land, books are a luxury commodity. Not to mention all kinds of popular novels or leisure magazines on Amazon, the most expensive are those hardcover and professional books. A brick book can cost several hundred dollars. Within the normal price range.

On Ed Street, a narrow, non-asphalt-paved walkway that cannot pass cars, with the entrance no more than three or four meters away on the left, a two-storey building stands quietly there.The double-opening wooden doors are also equipped with dark blue cloth curtains, and the weird patterns on them have an indescribable charm. There is a copper bell on the wooden door, and when the door is pushed open, it will make an indistinct sound.

You can enter this private library or museum by pushing the door. The sunlight shines on the bookshelves through the high transom windows. The fine dust in the air floats up and down. The yellowed documents or handwritten books on the wooden bookshelves All the thread-bound books have a sense of antiquity, and the most commendable thing is that these precious ancient books are open to the public.

However, their themes limit the visiting guests. These strange myths or fabricated travel notes that are full of incomprehensible ordinary people rarely arouse the interest of tourists, and the few exhibits are also indigenous. Handmade products or props similar to those used by demon believers are crude and disgusting.

Except for a few scholars who are extremely interested in history and folklore, only those with a clear purpose will visit this strange library with an unpleasant atmosphere.

Rachel, as the only administrator of this private library, enjoys a high salary and an enviable leisure job. In fact, she only needs to stand in the empty library for eight hours to complete day's work.

And her boss, a respectable old collector with leisure and money, is only interested in these weird legends, so his friends are almost all strange guys, and very few respectable archaeologists. scientist or historian.

It is also because of the strange hobby of the boss that he seldom comes back to inspect the library. Most of the time he spends time in libraries, museums and newspaper offices in Australia. Occasionally, he goes out to sea to investigate places with mysterious legends. Research.

For Rachel, seeing her boss two or three times a year is a rare miracle.

Of course, it is a miracle among miracles that there are guests visiting the library, even two days in a row. For her, it is really great to have someone to chat with.

At this time, although she seemed to be bored and doing nothing, in fact, her eyes were fixed on a group of people who came to the library, guessing their purpose and identity: the two girls seemed to be students, probably for Subject research or interest in this area.That adult male looked like their teacher or senior or something, but that scruffy-looking boy seemed out of tune with each of them. How did they get together?