"Oh, right."
Lin Jie suddenly stopped Mo En who was about to leave. He 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 has just been washed. This is the one I used before. You can use it for the time being. I'll buy you a new one in the next two days. The weather is getting cold quickly. It's fine to stay in the shop, but be careful not to catch a cold outside."
Mo En stepped back and stood obediently in front of the counter. He reached out and took the scarf. He felt the soft and fluffy texture in his hand and was stunned.
Scarf … So it's like this. It's a bit like Little White's fur, but softer and warmer.
The girl carefully grasped the fabric in her hand.
Lin Jie looked at Mo En who was stunned in place. He patted his head and said, "I forgot, you haven't used a scarf before. Come here, lower your head."
He took the woolen scarf from Mo En's hand and leaned forward across the counter. He reached out his hand and wrapped it around Mo En's neck, tying a beautiful knot.
"It's a success."
Lin Jie adjusted his position with satisfaction and looked at the girl who had evolved into "Mo En – Winter Scarf Limited Edition" in front of him. Most of her small face was buried in the folded white woolen scarf, making her look even more petite.
Mo En turned his head and curiously rubbed the edge of the scarf with the tip of his nose. He felt his breath gathering in the fabric, making his body warm up. He remembered the website: m.9biquge.com.
"Scarves are good things. An extra scarf in winter is equivalent to an extra set of clothes."
Lin Jie raised a finger and said with certainty.
Mo En nodded thoughtfully.
Lin Jie touched Mo En's head and smiled, "Okay, go. Little White is such a stupid pet, it's easy to be coveted by bad people. If it's kidnapped, it's not worth it … And there are a lot of perverts in this society. Those who don't like cats may do cruel things. Little White is very dangerous outside."
Mo En nodded to show that he understood. He turned and walked out of the bookstore, closing the door behind him.
Lin Jie waved at her and watched her leave. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief. His smile gradually disappeared. He sat down and picked up the notebook again.
His gaze lingered on the bloodstained words "Professor Lin" and "Professor Zhang" on the pages.
Because they both had the same surname and Professor Lin was obviously the leader of the archaeological expedition, Lin Jie paid special attention to this person from the beginning.
But …
"There's too little information in this notebook. Judging from these diaries, the owner of these diaries clearly wasn't close to Professor Lin. They didn't even have much interaction. "
"He's just an ordinary member of the archeological team, and he's only responsible for his own job. He's just lucky that he's been alive for a long time. Since he's not in touch with the core of the operation, he has no idea what their purpose is."
Although Lin Jie had never heard of any information related to this project before he transmigrated, it proved that it was most likely a failure … Thinking about it, the entire archeological team was basically dead. The construction team and the research institute that were still on the ground might also be in trouble. Who would dare to continue?
But before that, who was the one who was supplying the archeological team?
Was it the research institute that was mentioned in the notebook, or was it some other factor?
These were things that he couldn't find out from this notebook.
This "Professor Lin" and "Professor Zhang" repeatedly played the role of the driving force. More than half of the team was dead or injured, and there were unknown fatal creatures appearing, but they still chose to move forward. It was as if they didn't consider whether the people behind them would send reinforcements.
It was hard to say that there was nothing wrong with this.
Lin Jie rubbed the rough paper and hesitated. "Professor Lin … is in his thirties, but he has been doing archeological work for seven or eight years, if he didn't die at the time."
He actually had a vague guess in his heart.
Among the people that Lin Jie knew, there was an old professor with the surname Lin who perfectly fit these conditions.
Professor Lin's real name was Lin Minghai. He graduated from a famous archeological school at a young age, went abroad to further his studies, and returned to work. His name was on many major archaeological discoveries, and he had a rich resume. At the age of thirty-seven, he became a famous and authoritative professor, and he had students all over the world.
Other than that, Professor Lin also had a relatively unimportant identity.
That was the father of the person named Lin Jie.
Lin Jie looked at the notebook in his hand and muttered in a low voice, "In his thirties … I remember that the accident happened when he was about forty."
Lin Minghai, who had such brilliant achievements when he was young, never participated in any archeological work after the age of forty.
There was no other reason except that when he was forty, he unfortunately had a car accident. Not only did he have both of his legs amputated, but he could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Less than two years after marriage, his wife, who was eight months pregnant, passed away after giving birth to the child in the operating room.
Such a heavy blow caused him to quickly sink into depression, and his mental state deteriorated by the day.
At first, Lin Jie could still maintain a normal life, but later, he gradually became delirious. When Lin Jie was sixteen, he chose to take sleeping pills at home and turned on the gas to commit suicide.
When Lin Jie transmigrated, he thought that he had nothing to worry about, and Lin Minghai played a huge role in it.
He chose folklore as his major and was able to accumulate a lot of practical experience at such a young age. His "family background" also played a crucial role in it.
However, because of Lin Minghai's mental problems, Lin Jie usually learned about his past experiences from his students, so it was not comprehensive. Now, he did not remember much of it.
"The old professor had quite a lot of psychological problems in the past. Professor Zhang was his psychiatrist at the time, and they later got married …"
— — Those who were now successful and famous often comforted Lin Jie like this when they came to visit.
Lin Jie recalled this and sighed.
Professor Zhang. Yes, the second year after Lin Minghai became a professor, he married the female doctor who had been in charge of his psychological problems for a long time. This doctor was called Zhang Caiyong.
Professor Lin, Professor Zhang … Everything seemed to be clear.
Lin Jie habitually crossed his hands and supported his chin as he stared at the notebook in front of him. "The problem is, they all said that it was a car accident. I also secretly investigated it. There was indeed a car accident, including the hospitalization record. The surveillance at the time … either it was a coincidence, or someone was covering it up."
"The only clue is that there is another person whose full name appeared in this notebook."
"— — Professor Lin's student, Duan Xuemin!"
Lin Jie closed his eyes. He had seen the old student roll at home before. There were at least three or four people with the surname Duan, but he could not remember the specific names.
"Duan Xuemin … Research institute … Notebook …"
"Notebook …"
Lin Jie suddenly closed the notebook in his hand and flipped to the cover.
He remembered where he had seen this notebook before.
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