Chapter 293

"Shendu Institute of Cultural Relics and Archeology."

Lin Jie scraped off the thin and hard "shell" made of blood and dust on the cover of the notebook with the emitted ether.

——He is not used to using these ethers. After all, he is just an ordinary person, and there are not many places for him to use them. He just keeps storing them when he sleeps at night and shuttles between dreams, just like a hamster hoarding pine cones. This will make him feel inexplicably safe.

The hard shell slowly peeled off under the "carving" of the invisible ether, and the remaining debris fell on the counter.

Those that appeared on the cover of the note below, the groove in the lower left corner of the cover that was originally covered and filled, formed such a row of somewhat incomplete fonts.

"call."

Lin Jie blew off the debris on the desktop, and then looked at the "renewed" notebook.

The keeper of this notebook, whether it was the smuggler in the lower city or Theodore who bought it, did not attempt to peel off its dirty shell.

On the one hand, it may be that there is not enough time, on the other hand, it may be that it is unnecessary.

Of course, it may also be due to lack of technology and dare not try it rashly.

Originally, special tools should be used for this kind of restoration and sorting of antiquities, but Lin Jie is not at home or in school now, and the only tool he can use is a screwdriver... You can't use that thing to treat this A flimsy book use.

So Lin Jie had no choice but to use the power of ether that he had almost forgotten, instead of professional tools to clean up the notebook.

Judging from the results, the efficiency is top-notch.

"Shendu Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology...It really is a souvenir distributed by this institute to those who participated in the archaeological seminar at that time."

Lin Jie finally knew why he felt familiar.

Because he himself has a notebook with the same style, and a matching pen.

Although he majored in folklore, because of his "family origin", almost all of the people who came and went from home since childhood were people who studied history and archeology. Low.

As mentioned earlier, whenever the archaeology major next door is short of manpower, Lin Jie will always be pulled to help.

Similarly, those students who place their respect for Professor Lin on Lin Jie always hope that he can inherit Lin Minghai's "mantle" and drag him to participate in various academic seminars, or simply Take him to the archaeological site.

But Lin Jie lacks interest in this. He doesn't like to study the dead things that have passed away, but prefers the visible folk customs that are closely related to the people who are living today.

What's more, the expectant eyes they looked at him did not fall on him.

Why should he try to please them?

Having said that, Lin Jie is not a fool, of course he will not just express his inner thoughts like this, he will still go to those meetings, but it is mostly perfunctory.

And the symposium hosted by the Shendu Institute of Cultural Relics and Archeology was just one of the insignificant ones.

Afterwards, Lin Jie kept the notebook and put it together with his other souvenirs, and never touched it again.

"I didn't expect to see such a book again in this form in another world."

Lin Jie glanced over the blurred engravings on the cover, he couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in, he put his finger on his forehead and nodded.

"The director of that research institute also seems to be named Duan... It seems that someone introduced him as a student of Lin Minghai at the time, and he did work in Shendu for a while, but I have never seen that director Duan visit. , I didn’t even attend the funeral, so I subconsciously thought that the two were just in a normal relationship.”

"If I could have a deeper understanding at that time, maybe I would have known whether the Director Duan was the Duan Xuemin mentioned in this note."

Lin Jie shook his head: "But since it is a style of notebook, the whole thing must be related to the Shendu Institute of Cultural Relics and Archeology, and the institute mentioned in it is very likely to be it. The only problem is, what if The owner of this notebook, like me, got such a notebook from a certain seminar as a souvenir."

"Ugh."

He sighed, it would be too difficult to deduce the truth with just such an incomplete notebook.

There are still many uncertainties...

Another very important point is that according to Theodore and Lin Jie's own judgment, this notebook is at least a hundred years old.

But Lin Minghai had a car accident twenty-four years ago.

If it was really him who carried out the archaeological work at that time, then it means that the flow rate of time on the two sides is different.

Or, when they passed through that "door", time and space were distorted, allowing them to go to the lower city a hundred years ago, leaving behind everything they see now.

"Nuojin's lower city seems to be hiding a very big secret... The second era and the previous relics should be there. If this is the case, there may still be mysterious power from ancient times below."

Lin Jie felt that he had one more reason to go to Xiacheng District.

At that time, the entire team was ordered to write notes, a total of nearly 30 people, and there must be more than this one left.

If you can get other people's notes, it means that you are one step closer to the truth.

"Besides, since the languages ​​of the two worlds do not understand each other, it means that in the eyes of Azir's 'natives', what is written in this notebook is simply an incomprehensible glyph, and it has no value at all."

"But Theodore said that this notebook has brought him trouble and caused him to be targeted, that is to say - it is very likely that in Azir, a group of people have already discovered the value of this notebook, so Someone will want it."

Lin Jie's face was solemn: "It's unlikely to be able to tell just by relying on this notebook. I boldly assume that they may already have other notebooks in their hands, or other items from the earth."

...

A pendant made of yellow crystal swayed in the air, shining brightly.

"Is this the mineral that has been confirmed to be completely extinct in Azir... It's so beautiful."

Cleveland sighed through the colors refracted by the crystal, and stared at the huge "nest" with eyeballs that swallowed two people in the center, showing obsession: "Such a dream creature that was so powerful in its infancy, It’s unheard of, at least it’s at the quasi-god level.”

He put away the pendant, felt the fluctuations of the enchantment points around him, and showed a winning smile: "No wonder Master Shang Dafeng asked us to temporarily change the plan and sacrifice two pawns as traps in exchange for such a good pet. Make sure you don’t lose.”