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"Ah, that's it, it's okay, I will take responsibility." Xiao Han patted his chest, "Because of my relationship, I was unable to protect Wuya, and it also implicated your family."

"This is not your responsibility." Nangong said softly with a red face.

"So should I think of a way to save Wuya together?"

"Hey? You'd better go back to school with me."

"I always have a feeling that this murderer has been trying to get us involved. I am not taking the initiative, but being passively involved in this case. I have already implicated an innocent girl. If I can't even protect my roommates, I will not learn to investigate."

I carefully looked at the notebook given to me by Team Nan. Its side was locked with a password, and decoding required a four-digit number.

I felt something was wrong with Nangong, so I gently put down my notebook.

Nangong covered his white right eye.

"The eyes are starting to hurt again?"

"Well, it hurts a little." Nangong's eyes moved away from the notebook in my hand. "You'll be fine after a while."

“1973.”

"Ah? What?"

"Nothing, I'm saying that the four numbers of this password lock are now 1973."

The professor would encrypt his laptop, and I thought that only adolescent girls would use laptops with password locks.

"There must be many secrets in the forensic notepad. And even if you don't enter the password lock, it feels like you can easily pry it open, right?"

"That's right, this plastic password lock looks really unreliable. Locking is considered a gentleman to be prepared, but it cannot lock the villain."

As I said, I pressed the Open button next to the password lock.

“Huh?”

"What, why is this happening?"

It seemed to be in response to what I said, as soon as I finished speaking, the password lock made a crisp click and opened.

"I've agreed in advance that I'm not a villain."

"Of course I know. 1973 is the correct password, but it may also be that the password lock is broken."

"I don't think there is a second possibility."

Re-lock the lock, change it to another number, press the open button, and there is no movement in the password lock.

"The password is 1973."

"Of course I know, then my dear Nangong, I have always said that your unique observation and keen thinking can help me a lot. Now please think about it, why should you use the year 1973 as the unlocking password for your notebook?"

"You say this, it seems like I became Watson." Nangong said with a red face, but she was not disgusted with the role of detective characters. "What about considering the background of the times?"

"Well, in 1973, the hydrogen bomb test, Bruce Lee's death, the Fourth Middle East War."

"Wow! Have you remembered so many things?"

"No, I just checked it with a tablet computer. I feel that these incidents have little to do with the professor, right? Could it be that Professor Luo is a fan of Bruce Lee?" Xiao Han still had self-question and self-denial, "No, no, right. Leave this environment and look at it from a normal person's mind. If he is a normal person, then the professor will definitely use Bruce Lee's date of birth."

"By the way." Nangong's eyes burst out with light, "Can it be that... the culture that lasted from 1966 to 1976--"

"Okay, I know, stop talking about it, it can't be that. The professor grew up in the countryside, and generally speaking, the impact of that kind of place is very small."

However, I have not experienced it myself and am not sure. The reason for saying this is that I am subconsciously unwilling to accept that the professor's childhood is involved in that matter.

"In short, it's not good to explore other people's privacy."

"Well, go back to school with me, I'll prepare an umbrella."

After Nangong said this, he went out to find an umbrella.

I closed the notebook and re-locked the password lock.

It was really long to wait for Nangong. I picked up the notebook again and looked down.

There are many deep and shallow scratches on the brown-black leather texture. When you touch your fingers, the years will become three-dimensional at this time, but at the same time, a gloomy feeling that exudes painted black seems to be faintly pouring out from your fingertips.

The same feeling again.

Someone is looking at me.

Since it is an encrypted notebook, if you keep the password lock on the correct password and hand it over to others, you will lose the meaning of the lock. Doing such a thing seems to be intentional.

Or is the professor’s original intention to let me see the content?

Can you understand the meaning of 1973 by looking at the content inside?

Slowly turn the notebook to the first page.

[On October 12, 1973, I went to the countryside with my parents for some reason to visit relatives.]

1973 was a long time ago when I was born.

Wait a minute, "Go to the countryside to visit relatives"? The professor seemed to have grown up in the countryside, and it seemed a bit strange to use such words.

But what happened next made me creepy.

[So maybe for the inconspicuous reason, I came to the edge of the cliff and jumped down.]

Jump down? You will definitely die if you jump down from the edge of the cliff!

If the notebook I was holding in my hand was not a "diary", it would be more appropriate to be called a novel.

[No, whether it is the poisoning of other people's dogs or what happens afterwards, it should be something imagined in dreams, and it should have never happened in reality.]

What does the subsequent thing mean?

I hurriedly flipped back the notebook, which recorded in the first person the professor was admitted to university to study for a master's degree in forensics, but there were some strange confessions in the middle. Their common point was that the fonts were all written like drunkenness.

In addition, there is one thing that I care very much about.

【Sound of Rain.】

That is, when you mention the "sound of rain" more than once, you can hear the "sound of rain" that does not exist, and you repeatedly emphasize it in the text.

[The sound of rain is strange and unusual. The sound of raindrops mixed with sharp and turbid sounds seemed to pierce my eardrum and burst into my brain.]

Judging from the narrative here, "Rain sound" seems to him as a symbol of almost evil, ah, right.

Turn the notebook back to the first page—

[I remember one morning, it was raining heavily. I was driven by some force and went to the top of a mountain called Ruishan next to the countryside.]

The day when I jumped off the cliff mentioned here was "raining". Will it be related to this?

Wait, it’s impossible to jump off a cliff!

I turned the notebook to the last page.
Chapter completed!