Identifying the structure was easy, but the contents of the rapidly flipping pages were not something that a low quality image could bear clearly. Luo Nan could only confirm that the contents were very, very sloppy. Many places were blank, and there seemed to be very few words that were completely formed into strings.
But in the end, the flipping of the notebook stopped at the first page. To be exact, it was the title page of the notebook. This was the first time that the relatively complete and clear contents appeared.
The most important thing was that the contents were very familiar.
It was a set of hand-drawn geometric figures. It was a combination of a tetrahedron, inscribed sphere, and circumscribed sphere. And below this set of figures were four short sentences with a total of sixteen words.
Luo Nan would never forget even in death:
My heart is a prison, my heart is a furnace;
My heart is a mirror, my heart is a nation.
These were the sixteen words that Luo Nan had engraved into his soul ever since he was ten years old, as well as the Formatting Theory diagrams for visualization.
If one were to just look at these, the contents of each page of the notebook that Luo Nan kept at home would be practically identical. At most, the handwriting would be a bit sloppy.
Actually, this wasn't the only thing.
The most eye-piercing thing on the most recognizable page that Luo Nan had seen so far was the random scribbling on the page. There were some chaotic lines that had already been scratched on the page.
At first glance, it seemed that they were seriously dissatisfied with the contents of the notebook, or perhaps they were purely venting their emotions.
But Luo Nan already had a preconceived impression in his mind. He carefully distinguished them, and soon he discovered that these chaotic lines actually had a pattern. They were handwriting!
It was just that the scribbling was messy and shaky, causing the words to only take shape. There were a total of two words:
Cloak!
Luo Nan tightly gripped the cup of water, not moving an inch.
In his eyes, the fuzzy and messy lines seemed to possess their own life force. They shrieked as they struggled out from nothingness, distorting the words and figures on the title page. They were also like an electric current that pierced straight into his brain. Within the dark clouds of memories, countless familiar images were stimulated. It was like a thunderstorm rumbling through the depths of his mind.
But in the end, the only thing that appeared clearly in Luo Nan's mind was a short remnant of a deranged image:
It was the emaciated old man trapped in the ward. He waved his arm crazily, kicking over everything he could destroy. He howled hoarsely:
"Let the flames burn! Burn through this cloak's darkness!
"The new god wants to step on the bones of the old god and ascend to the throne!
"Come, come, let's see who is the master of the universe!"
Luo Nan subconsciously reached out with his hand, wanting to support her, but the virtual image of his memories immediately shattered. The notebook that seemed to have just gone through a fire calamity lay before him. He wanted to touch it, but he ended up touching empty air.
Luo Nan's movements froze, and Blood Demon's voice rang out in a timely manner, "Don't be hasty. There's more to come!"
As he spoke, the person who took the notebook picked up the remaining black ash on the page and rubbed it with his fingertips. Then, he raised his hand and walked out of the camera. No one knew what he was doing.
At this time, Luo Nan's brain was finally able to diverge a bit in other directions. He was able to naturally discern from the performance of the camera that the fellow holding the notebook should be the videographer himself.
And there should be a discussion going on here … … But Luo Nan didn't hear it.
"What about the sound?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't." The Blood Demon shrugged. "I don't even know how many hands this thing has been in my possession. It's normal that it's been processed."
As he spoke, Luo Nan saw from the videographer's first-person perspective that this fellow suddenly exerted strength. He tore off the leather packaging of the notebook in a very rough manner and opened the metal binder.
Then, he tossed these appendages to the side, along with the title page.
All that was left was the binder that had completely lost its binder.
The image paused for a bit here. Perhaps it was the sound of another conversation that had been processed. But soon, Luo Nan was able to guess the content of the conversation. This was because a cluster of red light lit up in the dusky room in the image at this time. It shot over from the side. It looked to be the low power state of a laser emitter ….
But to the fragile paper, it was also a disaster.
The red light cut through the darkness, passing through the already scattered pages. A ball of fire ignited within Luo Nan's virtual pupils. The binder was burned through by the flames brought by the laser, destroying at least a third of it.
Luo Nan didn't know what the intentions of the people in the image were doing this, but his mood was terrible. Extremely terrible.
Right at this moment, the Blood Demon suddenly spoke, "Here comes the crucial part!"
The projected image seemed to tremble a bit just as Blood Demon finished speaking. The rays of light suddenly dimmed, and the flames on the burning binder were extinguished for some unknown reason.
Luo Nan wasn't present, and he didn't have the assistance of sound. He was completely unable to guess the reason. But at nearly the same time, the focused area of the camera suddenly made a large shift. It shifted from the damaged binder that flickered in brightness to the leather packaging that had just been tossed to the ground, as well as the title page that had been brought down.
The dark red beam of light lit up once more, but this time it struck the title page on the ground … … The problem was that the title page didn't immediately combust despite being made of the same material. There was just an additional moving speck of light on its surface, and the page was slightly scorched.
The power of the laser emitter increased, and the page finally couldn't endure it any longer. A hole was burned through it, and the diagrams and words on the page began to be swallowed by the flames until they turned into ashes.
The camera zoomed in. It was probably because the person recording wanted to grasp the uniqueness of this page a step further. But when the camera zoomed in halfway, there was another violent tremble. There seemed to be a turning motion as well. Just as the camera started to move, the field of view of the camera turned chaotic. It was as if the person recording had suffered an attack.
"Here! Here!" Blood Demon was like an incompetent commentator. He buzzed to the side.
Luo Nan didn't need Blood Demon to explain. He was doing his best to distinguish the various elements within the terrible chaotic image.
There was still some burning light within the violently shaking camera. Occasionally, Luo Nan could see the binder that had already scattered into the air. Once, twice … …
But when Luo Nan glanced at these binder pages for the third time, he suddenly discovered that these flying binder pages seemed to be dissolving.
Even though the flames ignited by the laser had been inexplicably extinguished, these binder pages continued to rapidly disappear amidst the flickering light and shadow. It was as if they wanted to melt into the darkness that was becoming more and more dominant.
This wasn't an isolated phenomenon. Instead, it was a consistent trend among all the binder pages that Luo Nan was spying on.
This wasn't the end of it. There seemed to be a new element mixed into the chaotic scene … … It was as if sand and dust had blown in!
Fine and dense grains of sand had blown into the room by some unknown means. They struck the bodies of the people inside, who were already in a sorry state. Then there was an instant of emptiness and a flower of blood that quickly filled in.
This was … … a sandstorm?
The video ended here.
Luo Nan sat there like a statue.
Blood Demon coughed: "I heard that this video came from the hands of a fellow from your Xia City called the Horned Demon … … It seems that you guys had a deal before?"
Horned Demon?
Humans' thoughts were just this strange. They wouldn't be able to discover anything before they had a standard answer.
Many things could be associated with a case.
Luo Nan immediately felt that the person recording had made an action before. It was the action of picking up dust and raising his hand … …
Could it be that he placed the dust in his mouth and tasted it?
Then wouldn't the location of the video just now be the Format 70 laboratory that was enveloped by the sandstorm of the Mist Labyrinth in some unknown corner of space?
Was this the recording of the Horned Demon entering the laboratory for the first time?
Luo Nan's lips twitched. He used this action to express his mood: "It's very clear that he held back … … This is indeed a pleasant surprise."
"I personally believe that this video is quite valuable. But it's very strange that the Horned Demon didn't hand it over to the Toyama Auction House to verify the value of the auction item."
"Auction item?"
"That's right. There's more than one notebook like this!" Blood Demon winked at Luo Nan. "It seems that the Horned Demon used an ordinary notebook to trick you?"
"Whether it's ordinary or not, it's up to me to decide. But from his subjective wishes, it's like this. "Luo Nan began to spit out fragrant words," That damned bastard. He's tight-lipped towards us. "
However, 'damned' was quite appropriate right now … …
Blood Demon chuckled: "Since you're interested, Brother, I'll talk about some information and analysis of this notebook."
"First is the background. The Horned Demon entered the laboratory left behind by your grandfather in the wilderness and moved everything away. You certainly know about this matter. However, how he managed to get in will have to be linked to the 'keywords' we've mentioned before. "
"Cloak?"
"It's the Holy Cloak. This is the so-called Holy Cloak of a small order in the wilderness. But no one knows what a cloak actually is … … Perhaps Brother, you have an idea?"
"You're talking about the Evil … … Luo Order?"
Luo Nan blurted out, but he swallowed the first word halfway out of his mouth. It was already very clear who the 'Luo' in the Evil Luo Order was. Why did he have to pour dirty water on himself?
Blood Demon raised his eyebrows once more: "Sure enough, you know."
Blood Demon's understanding of Luo Nan was a bit off.
Actually, Luo Nan really didn't know what kind of Holy Cloak Wu Jun had. It was just that he had already deeply participated in the subsequent pursuit and excavation operations of the Horned Demon and the Amaterasu Order. He gave them a ruthless blow in passing.
Before Luo Nan could figure out how to correct Blood Demon's misunderstanding, the latter came to a realization first:
"That can't be right. If you've always had a relationship with the Luo Order, how could the Horned Demon have it? It can only be after the event. Did the Amaterasu Order act in such a high-profile manner? Oh, wait! "
Blood Demon seemed to have thought of something.
This fellow's brain was too good … …
Luo Nan didn't want to give Blood Demon a chance to investigate further, at least not right now. He said bluntly: "Just talk about the notebook."
Blood Demon grunted twice. He was a bit unwilling, so he could only reorganize his words: "Okay, since you understand the relevant background, let's get straight to the point. The Horned Demon discovered the entrance to the Wilderness Laboratory from the Evil, uh, the Luo Order. At the time, they were an expedition team, the kind that broke in. You understand. "
Perhaps Luo Yuan was also the source of information.
Luo Nan held the cup of water and silently added in his mind.
He suddenly became a bit distracted: In terms of information, Luo Yuan's role could only be more important.
That fellow clearly knew the standard answer, yet he made the Horned Demon take a detour and use Wu Jun's Luo Order as a breakthrough point. In the end, the Amaterasu Order entered the scene, provoking a true god and the Pope. Why?
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