Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

AM11: 00, dormitory.

Jean Woodyer was not interested in undercover agents or laboratories. It was nothing more than intrigues between human beings, and no amount of blood and emotion could touch his heart.

Contrary to him, the historian's heart is much softer than his own staid expression: "The old man can't imagine how much the 'Rye Field' has spent in order to convey this information, and if it is true as you said, the so-called request for contact is a warning , what kind of state 'he' or 'she' is now is even more unimaginable..."

"It's nothing difficult," the French casually flipped through the books on Tregovi's workbench, "Since it's a super-dangerous laboratory that doesn't take human life seriously, the best result is euthanasia, and the worst is worse than life." die……"

[Jean: Are there any useful documents here? Historians should have historical materials on the snow-capped mountains. ]

[kp: Over a library. ]

[kp: let library 201d100=18 succeed]

Nonchalantly telling about the miserable end that the nameless undercover agent might encounter, Jean didn't notice the disapproving gaze from Tregovi, but found a brown book that caught his attention in a convenient place near the outside—"Snow Mountain Strange Tales" different".

"With all due respect, Mr. Woodyer, even with strangers, your attitude is too indifferent," the historian who spent most of his life in books said dissatisfiedly, his well-trimmed beard was partly messed up by emotions, "Your sensibility towards the same kind is very low, which means..."

"Doctor, what is this?" Jean interrupted Trigovi's analysis of him, shaking the thick book in his hand, "Do professional historians also adopt folk tales?"

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"Researching history is not a one-sided summary of the parts discovered by the predecessors. It is meaningless to copy clichés. It is my job to adopt all kinds of unfalsified materials and conduct systematic research and verification..." When it comes to my love of majors In the part, Cui Gewei put aside the things that were still on his mind the last second, including people and things, and Ling Rang also had a good experience of the ruthlessness of researchers.

"As for the book in your hand..." Tregovi took a closer look at the book in Jean's hand, "This is indeed a collection of folk tales, but it is also the one with the most complete records of the strange events that happened in the snow-capped mountains , the publishing place is a publishing house in the Yellow Sea of ​​China bordering on the snowfield, and the author is a person who personally experienced the cooling event 100 years ago."

Jean opened the book: "Can people 100 years ago know about the strange things happening now?"

"This is also the reason why the sales volume of this book has always been high," Cui Gowei used his words rigorously, "The time span of the events recorded above is only 10 years, but until now all the strange things that have happened in the snow mountain can be found in the strange stories in the book similar part."

[kp: Are you going to read this book? ]

[let:? ]

[kp: The whole book is about 280 million words, and there are 139 stories, either long or short. Based on your reading speed of 10 words per hour, it will take you at least 28 hours to read the whole book. ]

[Jean: ...you wrote it? ]

[kp: Exactly. ]

[Let: 280 million words? ]

[kp: Not much more. ]

[Jean: Then I...don't read it for now. ]

[kp: Well, if you change your mind, you can always request content from me. ]

[Jean: OK. ]

This guy is frighteningly attentive.

Jean didn't read this weighty book right away, but bent the pages and flipped through it. The densely packed text and the black and white illustrations that flashed from time to time made the French who don't like reading daunting.

"This book is very thick," Jean exclaimed. "Is it really so magical? Can Mr. Hilde give me a few examples?"

The studious young man asked for knowledge, and Trigovi had no reason to refuse.

"Since you asked this question, I will simply say a few words," the historian with Nordic descent spoke eloquently after finishing the opening remarks commonly used by teaching staff all over the world, "You should also know that Ms. Beryl is in the room. Frozen to death inside, with no ice or moving corpses around, it was like being frozen to death out of thin air.”

"Miskatonic University told the detective agency that it was some kind of 'punishment'," Jean shrugged, "I still don't know what kind of 'punishment' they believed in."

"...I suggest you turn the book to page 48." A historian who knows the whole book by heart can know what story is written on which page without looking.

Jean obediently turned the book to the page Tregoway had designated.

"...Yu woke up from a dream the next day. Halfway through the hour, there was only one person left in the house. He searched for his companions in the compartment, and woke them up, so he walked to the companion's bed. He was silent, his mind was in a state of confusion, and his touch was cold. Biting to the bone, the face is covered with hoarfrost..."

let:……

[Let: Classical Chinese? ! ]

[kp: Yes, vernacular was not widely used in 1920. ]

[Let: 280 million words? ]

[kp: Yes, have you changed your mind to request all the content now? ]

[Jean: ... no. ]

The Frenchman bite the bullet and looked down. Classical Chinese is not uncommon in his previous adventures. After all, China is such a large land, and many interesting ruins are hidden under the rolling mountains and ground, mostly in classical Chinese.

[kp: Let Classical Chinese 401D100=85 fail]

There is still a difference between the classical Chinese of the ruins and the classical Chinese of the strange stories, which made it impossible to read the entire page smoothly.

The erudite historian didn't know Jean's troubles, and explained to himself: "The incident described in that strange talk is very similar to Ms. Beryl's death. Later, the author of this book put forward a point of view that this snow-capped mountain may be It is controlled by some kind of 'existence' that we don't know, and that 'existence' judges whether the creature can survive in the snow mountain according to its own way."

"The author thinks it's a person's good and evil," Trigovi paused, "The death of the 'traveler' was because he had murderous intentions for the protagonist of the ghost story. Later, it is written that he poisoned the protagonist's food. Although the crime was unsuccessful, But that 'existence' sensed it, so it cut off the starting point of evil in advance."

"Can it read minds?" Jean raised his eyebrows, "Purely judging good and evil subjectively? But the intention to kill is not limited to one or two that it killed in advance. In this lawless place without law enforcement, people are Being killed, among other things, isn’t the laboratory we discovered just now killed countless people alive and kicking around in a way that modern science can’t explain?”

Trigovi frowned, and added 20 years to his appearance age out of thin air. He shook his head slowly: "This is not the scope of ghost stories, it is the domain of human beings."

Unknowingly, time passed by a clock.

A clock on the wall strikes the hour—"12 o'clock! It's 12 o'clock! Lunch time!"

Jean cast a playful look at the owner of the room: "It's surprising that Mr. Hilde also has such a lively clock."

"Ah," the old-fashioned gentleman nodded embarrassedly, "This is the clock for the old man and the students to prevent the old man from being obsessed with research and ignoring the food delivery. The kindness is hard to refuse."

"Then I won't bother." Jean picked up "Snow Mountain Strange Tales", "Can I borrow this book, depending on its thickness, at least I can return it tomorrow."

"Of course, the old man has this book in mind, please feel free."

Saying goodbye to the generous historian, Jean returned to his room with the harvest.

He is not good at classical Chinese and doesn't want to read such a long book, but it's just a coincidence that among his fellow travelers there happen to be Chinese people with bright minds.

The Frenchman was hungry, so he didn't intend to do anything himself, but went to A318 and knocked on Haruto Shiraishi's door.

"Knock knock knock knock".

Remember, Baishi Dun went out with Ruke and the others today, and Baishi Qingren was the only one left in the room.

Holding some kind of ambiguous fantasy, before there was a reply from inside the door, Jean stood in front of the door and straightened his appearance.

... There was no movement inside the door.

Didn't you hear me?

Jean reached out and knocked on the door again, with more force.

... ... Still no movement.

Shiraishi Qingren is not a vicious jk who deliberately does not come to open the door when he hears the knock, nor is he a waste of food who does not want to share lunch with others and pretends to be deaf, nor is he busy grabbing food from the waste of food no matter who is outside the door.

There are only two answers - Qingren Shiraishi is not at home, or...

Something happened to Haruto Shiraishi!

[Jean: I must enter this room immediately! ]

[kp: Please don't talk about breaking into someone's room so righteously. ]

[Jean: I must go in immediately!Haruto Shiraishi may be in danger! ]

[kp: ... Aren't you the greatest danger? ]

[kp: make power 701D100=66 success]

The tall and straight Frenchman took a step back, raised his foot and kicked hard at the simple wooden door. The wooden door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, whimpered, was kicked open vigorously, and fell to the ground.

The room inside the door is tidy, and the whole picture can be seen clearly at a glance from the door—there is no trace of a beautiful father in the room.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"Hey!" Migal, the housekeeper, heard a loud noise coming up from the hall, and stared aggressively at the miserable corpse of Jean and the wooden door under his feet, "You know it's wrong to vandalize public property, right! And even went to other people's rooms to do vandalism !Are you crazy?!"

"Well, I can give my room to the people in this room," Jean waved his hand indifferently, "but can you tell me where he went, I mean Qingren Shiraishi."

Miguel's expression was stinky: "How do I know, I said that I never care where you go, don't change the subject, there are not many rooms that can be used, you broke this door, you can use it There is only one room missing..."

[kp: Let Psychology 301D100 =? ? ]

Her green-eyed baby face was full of indignation, making it hard to tell if she was lying or really didn't know.

"Miss Langdon is very angry today, did something unpleasant happen to you?" Jean asked suddenly.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Mijiaer frowned suddenly: "That's not the case. After lunch, I will prepare a spare door that can be replaced. You can pick it up in the lobby. At least restore this room to its original state before the occupants of this room come back."

After finishing speaking, the green-eyed lady turned and left, with a slightly hurried footstep.

Keeping everything in mind, Jean went to the second floor and knocked on the door.

Sure enough, A218 and A219 were equally empty.

Gojo Satoru and Rukke went to the white space together. Rukke told him, and at the same time, he also told Jean that someone was eavesdropping. Please keep an eye on other people, especially the two students of Gojo Satoru—now A218 It was empty, and it was clear at a glance who the eavesdropper was.

Knotweed Yujin is not suitable for staying in severe cold weather for a long time, and the only one who can eavesdrop is Fukuroi, who can move freely early in the morning.

Jean walked to the parking lot outside the dormitory and looked at where the snowmobiles were parked. Except for the two that Anna and the others drove away, and the one that Weisu drove away, there were still two parking spaces vacant in the parking lot.

Ugh.

Jean sighed.

He was not there, and he couldn't find someone to solve his lunch.

[kp: Do you only care about your lunch? ]

[Jean: Otherwise? ]

[kp: ... Since you are so free, why don't you request the content of "Snow Mountain Strange Tales"? ]

[Jean: No, I'm going to have lunch. ]

The French decided to regain the glory of the world's five major cuisines and cook by themselves.

[kp: Your cooking skill initial value is only 5. ]

[Jean: Trust me. ]

Jean is confident about his bloodline, just as Russian bloodlines hide fighting bloodlines, his French bloodlines must also hide bloodlines capable of cooking five-star French cuisine.

The last time I bought the ingredients for zero yuan, there was still a little left, so I just turned them out neatly to show their last afterglow.

[kp: Make cooking 51D100=85 fail]

Afterglow couldn't be played out.

There were only pitch-black lumps tumbling in the pan without water and oil, constantly emitting black, burnt-smelling smoke, mocking the stupidity of kitchen idiots.

[kp:...]

[Jean: ...This is actually the lunch I prepared for Rick. ]

[kp: What a hatred. ]

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The author has something to say:

Happy Army Day~

Half of the summer vacation has passed, have you learned anything during the summer vacation - I learned tomato scrambled eggs!

No one will ever call me a kitchen idiot again!

(This person is just trying to show off that he finally learned to cook, no harm done.)

感谢在2022-07-3119:50:46~2022-08-0122:15:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 thank you;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of long-legged corgis; 4220578619 bottles; what is the filling of mille-feuille cake, you can always trust Barbatos 10 bottles; Luoshui 419463841th Street, [-] bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!