Chapter 292

"correct."

Lin Jie suddenly stopped Mo En who was about to go out, then rummaged under the counter and took out a white woolen scarf.

He smiled at Mo En and said, "It's almost winter, and the scarf just came out for washing not long ago. This one is what I used before. You can use it temporarily. I'll take you to buy a new one in these two days. Now the weather is getting colder." Soon, you’ll be fine in the store, go out and be careful of catching a cold.”

Mo En stepped back, obediently stood in front of the counter, reached out to catch the scarf, and felt dazed by the soft and plush touch in his hand.

The scarf...it turned out to be like this, a bit like Xiaobai's fur, but softer and warmer.

The girl carefully clutched the fabric in her hand.

Seeing Mo En's stunned look, Lin Jie patted his head and said, "Forget, you probably haven't used scarves before—come here and lower your head."

He picked up the woolen scarf in Moen's hand again, then leaned forward over the counter, stretched out his hand around Moen's neck, and tied a beautiful knot.

"You're done."

Lin Jie adjusted his position with satisfaction, and looked at the girl who had evolved into the "Moen Winter Scarf Limited Edition" in front of her. Most of her small face was buried in the folded white wool scarf, making her look even more beautiful. petite.

Moen turned his head and rubbed the edge of the scarf curiously with the tip of his nose, feeling his own breath gathering in the fabric, warming his body.

"Scarves are good things. Adding an extra scarf in winter is equivalent to adding an extra piece of clothing."

Lin Jie held up a finger, speaking with certainty.

Mo En nodded thoughtfully.

Lin Jie touched Mo En's head, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go, such a stupid pet as Xiaobai is easily coveted by bad guys, and if he is abducted by someone, the loss outweighs the gain... And this There are many social perverts, those who don’t like cats may do cruel things, Xiaobai is very dangerous outside.”

Mo En hummed to express his understanding, turned around and walked out of the bookstore, and closed the door behind him.

Lin Jie waved at her, watched her go out, and then let out a sigh of relief, his smile gradually disappeared, sat down, picked up the notebook again and opened it.

His gaze stayed on the words "Professor Lin" and "Professor Zhang" stained with blood on the pages of the book.

Because the same surname is Lin, and this Professor Lin is obviously the leader of the archaeological operation, Lin Jie paid special attention to this character from the beginning.

but……

"There is still too little information in this notebook. Judging from these diaries, the owner of the notebook is obviously not close to this Professor Lin, and there is not even much intersection at all."

"He is just an ordinary member of the entire archaeological team. He is always only responsible for his own job. He is lucky to have survived for a long time. Without access to the core of this operation, he has no way of knowing what their purpose is."

Although Lin Jie didn't hear any information about this project before traveling, it proved that it probably ended without a problem... Think about it, the entire archaeological team is basically dead, and the construction team and the research institute that are still on the ground may also die. Suffering, who dares to continue?

However, before that, who is supplying this archaeological team?

The research institute mentioned in the notes, or other factors?

These, just from this notebook, have no way of knowing.

The "Professor Lin" and "Professor Zhang" repeatedly played the role of a driver. When more than half of the team was killed and injured, and there were unknown deadly creatures, they still chose to move forward. Someone will come to the rescue.

It's hard to say there's nothing wrong with it.

Lin Jie stroked the rough paper and hesitated: "Professor Lin... is in his thirties, but he has been doing archaeological work for seven or eight years, if he hadn't died then."

He actually had a vague guess in his mind.

Among the people Lin Jie knew, there was actually an old professor surnamed Lin who could perfectly meet these conditions.

Professor Lin's real name is Lin Minghai. He graduated from the archeology department of a famous school at a young age. He went abroad for further study and returned to work in China. His name is included in many major archaeological discoveries. He has a rich resume and became a well-known authority at the age of 37. Professor, peaches and plums are everywhere.

In addition, after these glamorous resumes, Professor Lin still has a relatively insignificant identity.

That is the father of the man named Lin Jie.

Lin Jie looked at the note in his hand and murmured in a low voice: "In his thirties... I remember that the accident happened when he was about forty years old."

Lin Minghai, who had such brilliant achievements when he was young, never participated in any archaeological work after the age of forty.

There is no other reason, but unfortunately, a car accident happened when he was forty years old. Not only his legs were amputated, but he could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

After less than two years of marriage, his wife who was eight months pregnant also died after barely giving birth in the operating room.

Such a major blow directly made him depressed quickly, and his mental state deteriorated from day to day.

At first Lin Minghai was able to maintain a normal life, but then he gradually lost his mind, and when Lin Jie was sixteen years old, he chose to take sleeping pills at home and turn on the gas to commit suicide.

Lin Jie thought he had nothing to worry about when he crossed, and Lin Minghai played a huge role in it.

He chose folklore as his major, and he was able to accumulate a lot of practical experience at such a young age, and published books and works, in which "family history" also played a vital role.

However, because of Lin Minghai's mental problems, Lin Jie usually learned about his past experiences from his students, which was not comprehensive, and now he doesn't remember much.

"The old professor had a lot of psychological problems in the past. Professor Zhang was his psychiatrist at that time, and they got married later..."

——Those masters who have achieved success and fame now, when they come to visit, they often comfort Lin Jie in this way.

Lin Jie recalled this and sighed.

Professor Zhang, yes, in the second year after Lin Minghai became a professor, he married a female doctor who has been in charge of his psychological problems for a long time. This doctor is named Zhang Caiyong.

Professor Lin, Professor Zhang... everything seems clear.

Lin Jie habitually crossed his hands and propped his chin, staring at the notebook in front of him: "The problem is, what they all said was a car accident. I also secretly investigated it, and there is indeed a record of this car accident, including hospitalization. The surveillance at the time ... was either a coincidence or someone was covering it up."

"The only clue is the only other person whose full name appears in this notebook."

"—Professor Lin's student, Duan Xuemin!"

Lin Jie closed his eyes. He had seen the old student roll at home. There were quite a few people with Duan's surname in it, at least three or four, but he couldn't remember the specific names.

"Duan Xuemin... research institute... notebook..."

"notebook……"

Lin Jie suddenly closed the notebook in his hand and turned to the cover.

He remembered where he had seen such a notebook.