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This page only has a date, what about the previous page?

[......Looking up at the sunset, the red clouds seemed to ignite the sky, and a trace of blood appeared in their sight.]

[...... Gently pushed her out of the edge of the rooftop. She was pulled by gravity and fell to the ground. The red blood bloomed around her like a flower.]

Could this record be said to be a process of crime?

I held the notebook and sat on the sofa behind me, my mind blank.

If it is true as recorded in the notebook, Professor Luo is the mastermind of this series of crimes.

The door opened, and Nangong walked in with an umbrella with POLICE written on it.

"There's no way, there's only such an umbrella here. If you don't want to use it, you can use mine."

"Nangong."

Nangong was shocked when he saw my shocked look.

"What's wrong, are you?"

I nodded and handed over the notebook.

After reading the first page, Nangong understood the reason for my appearance.

"This is like a diary written by a schizophrenia patient, is it Professor Luo?"

I nodded silently, and Nangong flipped backwards again.

"Oh my god... I have to go and tell him about this with my dad."

Xiao Han stopped Nangong who was about to leave and shook his head: "No, I want to see the professor alone."

"For, why?"

"Because the professor's request was to ask me to bring this notebook to him."

"It's this time, I'm still kidding!"

"No, I'm not kidding. Think about why the professor wanted to let me see this notebook. Think about what the reason is? Jiang Wuya is in his hands now, and he may have Wuya's life at any time, but I feel that he hasn't done that now, because he hopes that I can save Wuya."

"Why?"

Why, I want to know why,

Luo Yu and I are just a teacher-student relationship, and there are not many conversations outside the classroom.

I took the notebook from Nangong and looked at it carefully.

"It's too dangerous for you to go alone." Nangong turned his head and said coldly.

"Sorry, sorry Nangong, give me some more time, I'm going to find other messages he left for me here."

Although the first page of this notebook started in 1973, it changed from the second date to 1990, which means that the notebook was written by the professor at the age of 20, and the first page is something in memory.

The title page of the notebook seems to have something written.

I looked through the title page and saw that it seemed to be English words.

【COCLZ】.

I pointed this to Nangong, and Nangong tilted his head: "No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an English word. I think it may be a chemical formula. If the last word is not "Z" but "2", it should be cobalt chloride."

Cobalt chloride...

“Is there a lighter in the office?”

The sharp-eyed Nangong asked Xiao Han a lighter, and Xiao Han took the lighter she handed over and took every page of the notebook one by one.

"Professor Luo said in class that words written in cobalt chloride liquid cannot be seen clearly. Only by heating and dehydrating can blue words be displayed."

Try to see if you can see clearly the information hidden in this note.

"Wait, after you baked that page just now, several blue lines seemed to appear."

"Is that true? Let's see, it's October 12, 1992, oh, wait, there is still a 475 near the Blue Line."

Wait, can you?

I selected the number of other pages with blue lines on October 12th every year in the future, and found that each page here seemed to be stuck again.

I pulled them down one by one and spread them on the table.

"What do you want to do?"

"Can't you tell it? This is the contour line."

When all the lines are put together, it seems that they are mountain contour lines, that's right.

"Nangong, go check the floor plan of Ruishan online."

"Yeah, OK."

Nangong's fingers slashed on his phone a few times and soon found the satellite map.

In contrast, it was true. I pressed my finger on the part marked by the red dot on the map, deliberately hiding it to prevent Nangong from seeing it.

"Then Nangong, can you go back to school first?"

She looked at me with her head tilted.

"You hand over this notebook to Captain Nan."

While handing the notebook to Nangong, I put the map pieced together with the number of pages in my pocket.

"You want to go to the place marked on the map, are you?"

“…”

"I'll go with you."

"Sorry, no." Xiao Han refused resolutely.

"Why?"

Nangong gently grabbed the sleeve of my brown coat, and tears flashed in his beloved eyes.

"I don't want the police to go with me, and I don't want you to go with me."

Nangong didn't say anything anymore, but let go of her hand. I held his hand hanging in the air and tried hard to say something to her, but my mind was still blank.

Nangong smiled, as if she was telling her trust in me. That expression made me feel extremely at ease. I am afraid there was no need for words. What I wanted to say had already been conveyed into her heart through these hands.

"Well, if you can, prepare my coffee, okay?"

"good."

I let go of my hand, took the umbrella he handed me, gently pushed open the door, and could communicate with Nangong by relying on things other than words. Until now, I still feel incredible. Some of the things I have experienced with him so far have made me happy from the bottom of my heart.

——Okay, Professor Luo, it’s time to take the last class.

The purpose is to train stations. I don’t want to go with the police. I am afraid that Professor Luo will take the lead in killing Jiang Wuya when he finds out that the police are with me. It can be seen from the fact that he handed me the notebook at the oil-unloading site that he only wants me to go alone.

But maybe I'm thinking too much.

If I thought, there is one thing that is hard to figure out.

That is, why is it me?

Has anything happened between Professor Luo and me?

I searched for such things in my memory, but found nothing.

Wait, I seemed to hear footsteps.

Walking towards the end of the corridor, the direction where the sound came, there was only a locked door and no room. Is it my illusion?

Everyone in the criminal police team should have gone to the first floor for a meeting. I probably heard it wrong?

I took the subway to the Central Railway Station. The architectural style of the railway station is to imitate a railway station in a neighboring country. Every time I come here, I will remind me of a scene of a detective game.
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