Chapter 293
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"Shen Du's Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology."
Lin Jie used the aether he released to scrape off the thin and hard "shell" made of blood and dust that covered the cover of the notebook.
He was not used to using aether. After all, he was just an ordinary person, and there were not many places for him to use it. He just kept storing it when he shuttled between dreams at night. Like a hamster storing pine cones, it gave him an inexplicable sense of security.
The hard shell was slowly peeled off under the "carving" of the invisible aether, and the remaining debris fell on the counter.
The grooves in the lower left corner of the cover that were originally filled up formed a row of incomplete words.
"Phew."
Lin Jie blew away the debris on the table and looked at the "brand new" notebook.
The keeper of this notebook, whether it was the smuggler in the lower city or Theodore who bought it, did not try to peel off its dirty outer shell.
On one hand, it might be that there was not enough time. On the other hand, it might be that they did not think it was necessary.
Of course, it could also be that they did not have enough skills and did not dare to try.
Originally, this kind of restoration of antiques should have used specialized tools, but Lin Jie was not at home or school. The only tool he could use was a screwdriver … He could not use that on such a fragile book. Remember one second: http://m.9biquge.com
Therefore, Lin Jie had to use the aether power that he had almost forgotten to replace the professional tools to clean the notebook.
From the results, it was very efficient.
"Shen Du's Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology … It is indeed a souvenir that the institute gave to the people who participated in the archaeological seminar."
Lin Jie finally knew why he found it familiar.
It was because he had a notebook with the same style and a matching fountain pen.
Although he majored in folklore, because of his "family background," almost all the people who came and went in and out of his home were researchers related to history and archaeology. Under the influence of what he saw and heard, Lin Jie's attainment in archaeology was not low.
As mentioned before, whenever the archaeology department next door lacked manpower, they would always drag Lin Jie to help out.
Similarly, the students who placed their respect for Lin Jie always hoped that he could inherit Lin Minghai's "mantle". They took him to various academic seminars, or simply took him to archaeological sites.
However, Lin Jie was not interested in this. He did not like to study things that were already dead. He preferred to see things that were closely related to the people living today.
Moreover, their expectant gazes were not directed at him.
There was no need for him to curry their favor.
Having said that, Lin Jie wasn't a fool. Of course, he wouldn't express his inner thoughts. He still went to those meetings, but most of them were just half-hearted.
The seminar hosted by the Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology was one of the insignificant ones.
After that incident, Lin Jie kept the notebook with his other souvenirs and never touched it again.
"I didn't expect to see this kind of notebook again in another world in this way."
Lin Jie's gaze swept across the blurry Yin engravings on the cover. He couldn't tell what he was feeling. He reached out a finger to support his forehead and tapped it.
"The director of the research institute seems to have the surname Duan … Someone introduced him as Lin Minghai's student. He did work in God's Capital for a period of time, but I never saw Director Duan visit. He didn't even attend the funeral, so I subconsciously thought that the two of them were just ordinary people.
"If I had done more research at that time, I might have been able to find out if Director Duan was the Duan Xuemin mentioned in this notebook."
Lin Jie shook his head. "But since it's the same type of notebook, the whole thing must have something to do with the Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology in God's Capital. The institute mentioned in the notebook could very well be the Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology. The problem is, what if the owner of the notebook was like me and got a notebook from a conference as a souvenir?"
"Sigh."
He sighed. It was too difficult to deduce the truth with just this incomplete notebook.
There were still many uncertainties …
There was another very important point. According to Theodore and Lin Jie's own judgment, this notebook was at least a hundred years old.
However, Lin Minghai had been in a car accident twenty-four years ago.
If he was really the one doing the archaeological work at that time, then it meant that the flow of time on both sides was different.
Or perhaps, when they passed through the "door," time and space were distorted, allowing them to go to the lower city district from a hundred years ago and leaving behind everything they saw now.
"Nuo Jin's lower city district seems to be hiding a very big secret … The ruins of the Second Epoch and before should all be there. In that case, there might still be mysterious ancient powers left below."
Lin Jie felt that he had one more reason to go to the lower city district.
At that time, the entire team had been ordered to write down the notebook. There were nearly thirty people, so there was definitely more than one notebook left behind.
If he could get the other people's notebooks, it meant that he was one step closer to the truth.
"Also, since the languages of the two worlds are different, it means that to the 'natives' of A Zier, the notebook is just scribbles they can't understand. It has no value at all."
"But Theodore said that this notebook brought him trouble and made him a target. That is to say, it's very likely that a group of people in A Zier have already discovered the value of this notebook. That's why they want it."
Lin Jie's expression was solemn. "The possibility of seeing through this notebook alone is not high. I boldly assume that they might already have other notebooks or other items from Earth."
— —
A pendant made of yellow crystal swayed in the air, shining brightly.
"This is the mineral that has been confirmed to be completely extinct in A Zier … It's so beautiful."
Cleveland sighed through the refraction of the crystal as he stared at the huge eyeball "nest" that swallowed the two people in the center. His eyes were filled with infatuation. "I've never heard of such a powerful dream creature in its infancy. It has to be at least at the level of a quasi god."
He put away the pendant and felt the fluctuations of the boundary points around him. He revealed a victorious smile. "No wonder Sir Shang Dafeng told us to change the plan at the last minute. Sacrificing two small pawns as a trap in exchange for such a good pet is a sure win."
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