Yejia opened the cover of the notebook.

It looks old, and the specially treated paper has a strange blue color, making the writing fonts on it clearer.

A line of small words is written crookedly on the title page, which is already blurred under the erosion of time, and can barely recognize the contents of it.

Happy Father's Day.

The font is immature, but it is very serious.

Ye Jia's eyes stayed on the lines for a moment, paused his movements slightly, and then quickly turned the page over.

Ji Xuan sat beside him, his scarlet eyes half-closed, staring at the young man in front of him thoughtfully.

Ye Jiazai carefully flipped through the contents of the notebook.

This seems to be a diary. The dates above are not continuous. Each diary is different in length, but the contents are very similar. They record some daily trivial matters, as if they were essays written by an old man at will.

Until Yejia finished reading the entire book, he found no useful information.

"How is it?" Ji Xuan asked at the right time.

Ye Jia shook his head and frowned slightly: "Nothing."

It shouldn't be.

A notebook that was subjected to special anti-corrosion treatment, hidden in the limbs of the former director parasitized by sarcoma, and was carefully preserved, but there was no information related to the door.

Just because it is a gift from your daughter?

Ye Jia flipped through the notes again, and the pages filled with words made a clattering sound, blanks and blanks, words and words fell into each other, and quickly passed by his eyes.

……etc.

Ye Jia's eyes widened.

It’s not that there is no information here, but... it has been encrypted.

His back was involuntarily straightened slightly, and his eyes stared at the little black book in front of him, with great concentration of energy.

After so many years of experience in the game copy, Ye Jia is not unfamiliar with this kind of encryption and decoding. Generally speaking, to decipher such passwords, a string of key characters, that is, keys. If you decode without a key, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, which is almost impossible...

Ye Jia seemed to suddenly think of something and was slightly stunned.

He slowly turned the book to the title page.

——Happy Father’s Day.

On the light blue paper, the lines of crooked small characters look particularly clear.

Former Director - his grandfather, what is the last thing he regrets?

Driven by ambition, the door was opened and his daughter was killed.

So...what would be the key?

Ye Jia gently stroked his fingers across the title page, and a look of indelible flashes in his scarlet eyes.

He turned his head and looked at Ji Xuan: "Is there any paper and pen?"

Ji Xuan nodded, his pale fingers curled, and paper and pen flew over from one of the rooms not far away, floating in front of Ye Jia.

Ye Jia said thank you, then began to write at his desk and try one by one.

——The mother’s name.

no.

——Mother’s birthday.

no.

——Mother’s death day.

Not actually.

Ye Jia was a little stuck. He raised his head and looked at the dense paper that had been spread out in front of him, frowned with some headache.

If these are not keys, what would it be?

Ji Xuan, who looked like a child, bent down beside him, twisted one of the paper with his fingers, frowned and looked at him: "What is this?"

Yejia pulled the paper back from his hand: "Decode."

He pointed to the small notebook: "I think the former director encrypted the contents in his notebook for the purpose of..."

Ye Jia was stunned.

Purpose.

What is the purpose? Is it to hide it from my mother?

This little book is hidden in Qi Shengze's body. If it records the method of closing the door, as long as her mother discovers the existence of this notebook, she does not need to decode the content and directly destroy it.

Then, this password is not a ghost, but a talent.

yes……

If Qi Sheng had already figured out how to close the door. Is it better to write it down? Is it better to tell the management bureau directly?

But he chose to encrypt and write what he had studied in his notebook and hide it in his body - you know, the door had not opened at that time, and even the game had not been born.

Yejia's fingers slowly tightened, and his fingertips turned white due to the force.

——The water from the Supernatural Administration is probably deeper than he imagined.

However, in this case, at least the scope of the key will be narrowed.

It cannot be public information, name, death day, birthday, etc., so it is too conspicuous. If the administration is guarding against it, then using these things as keys is completely meaningless.

What would it be?

Ye Jia lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the title page of the notebook. He raised his hand and gently stroked his fingertips on the smooth paper.

In an instant, it was like a sharp lightning suddenly slashing through the dark night sky. The long forgotten memories seemed to be sand rolled up by the torrent, flashing in his mind without warning—

He was slightly stunned, and his fingertips stayed on "Father's Day" for a moment.

In Yejia's memory, the relationship between his mother and her father did not seem to be good. He had never seen his grandfather and rarely heard of this person from his mother's mouth.

The only time she talked to him about her father was on one night.

Yejia could not recall the causes and consequences, but could only remember a broken scene.

The elegant-looking woman's head was slightly hung, and her smooth side face was illuminated by light, as if she was immersed in memories, her voice was gentle, and she told the story in the dark and safe night. She said: "My father is a very busy person. He almost never goes home. When I was young, I always miss him very much, so every Father's Day, I would prepare a gift and ask someone to take it to his unit... But he never replied to me, nor showed up. This lasted for two or three years, so I gave up. When I grew up, I realized..."

She laughed:

"It turns out that Father's Day dates change every year, and I only remember the specific time when I was four years old, so the gifts I gave later arrived on the correct date, so the packages were stopped by his unit as a prank. In fact, he had never received my gift."

At that time, Ye Jia, who was still young, raised his head and stared at his mother's face in a daze.

There was no unnecessary expression on the woman's face, but it just gave him a very sad feeling - this sorrow left a deep impression on Ye Jia.

Coupled with the impact of his mother's death in front of him, every frame of memory of Yejia and his mother's relationship becomes precious.

So although time has passed, he can still recall it.

Mother... When she was four years old, the date of Father's Day.

Ye Jia was stunned for a moment, took out his cell phone and flipped through the calendar above.

He used the year, month and day as the key and began to decode the notebook in front of him.

Ten minutes later.

Ye Jia slowly stood up and looked at the paper full of words scattered on the ground in front of him, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

... Success.

The content of the first few sentences of the notebook was successfully solved, which means that this key is correct.

In fact, this matter itself... represents a lot of information.

The purpose of creating ciphertext is twofold, not only to prevent people from knowing what is in it, but also to let the correct people interpret it.

Only the mother herself knows this date.

And when she was writing this diary, she and her husband had been confirmed dead.

Then, the only remaining immediate relatives are...

He himself.

Ye Jia's lips were tightly pursed and his pupils shrank slightly.

This diary cannot be unraveled without him, which means-

The moment my grandfather was imprisoned, he knew very well that the fashionable and young Yejia had an irreplaceable important position in the entire incident that followed.

Yejia will definitely live to that moment, and see this diary.

This is... written specifically for him.

The truth of the matter seemed to have begun to spread out slowly in front of him.
To be continued...