My eyes became slightly brighter, and the things on the bookshelf were no longer blurry or hazy, but became clear.
The row of bookshelves closest to the desk are filled with hard-covered books. The black spines are very textured. On the spines, the author and serial number are marked, but there is no title.
It can be seen from the names of the authors that the books on this row of bookshelves belong to three authors.
Hu Huan curiously took out one of the books, but found that the content was not printed, but handwritten. Only then did he realize that this was not a book, but someone's notes.
Hu Huan couldn't understand the content of this notebook at all. It seemed to be about researching a very critical technology. It was filled with countless mysterious terms, even mixed with foreign texts in several languages, and some patterns that were so complex that they were incomprehensible.
Occasionally, a few pages are mixed with diaries, miscellaneous conversations, life insights, and even travel records.
For example, Xiaoxue Chuqing made great progress in learning Russian today. Anastasia taught her very seriously. We also did some fun things and I gave her some seeds.
That bastard Hu Huan, what does he think he is?
He actually questioned Tianyan, which is the fruit of our three lifetime efforts. How can a heretic like him understand it!
There seems to be some truth in what Hu Huan said. His original virtual method and fetish method are indeed ingenious.
However, the former is OK, there are big problems with the fetish method...
Hu Huan was surprised for a while when he saw his name. He didn't know how he could be recorded in the notebook by the "ancients". He was very sure that this notebook was older than himself.
The other party even mentioned the original virtual method and the fetish method, and thought that there was a problem with the fetish method. He wanted to know what kind of problems there were with the fetish method, but there was no record of it in the back of this notebook.
Hu Huan took a look. Although there were only three authors on this bookshelf, there were at least more than a thousand volumes of notes on this bookshelf. Each volume was as thick as a dictionary. It was obviously unrealistic to read them all.
Son.
Even if he reads one book a day, it will take him three to four years to finish reading everything on this bookshelf.
Hu Huan stuffed the notes back and prepared to go to the next bookshelf, but found that he could only stop here. The mysterious power prevented him from continuing to explore.
Hu Huan did not go back to the oak desk, but tried again on both sides. He could walk to six old black wooden boxes leaning against the stone wall, or he could walk to a classical European palace canopy bed and a set of medieval-style cowhide
A seating area with sofas and several exquisite reading chairs.
You can even lie on the bed, sit on a cowhide sofa, or a reading chair.
The black wooden box leaning against the stone wall, the oak desk and the seating area are long in shape and occupy one side of the room.
There is only about three meters of space between the classical European palace canopy bed and the stone wall on the other side. There is nothing between the bed and the stone wall.
Hu Huan returned to the oak desk and opened the drawer with twenty-seven air-breathing insect cards. This time he ignored the twenty-seven cards and took out the black wooden box inlaid with silver wire.
came out.
He was curious about what was in here.
The black wooden box had no lock. Hu Huan gently touched his hand, and the lid opened. A letter and a key were placed inside.
Perhaps driven by some mysterious power, Hu Huan opened the letter first. It looked very familiar, but he was very sure that it was handwriting that he had never seen before.
"This key can open the first black wooden box against the wall, but I advise you not to open it until you reach the third level or restore the True Qi Realm to perfection."
The letter was short and unsigned.
There was no beginning or end to what he said, but Hu Huan had an inexplicable feeling that he should believe what he said.
He forgot to take a look at the six old black wooden boxes leaning against the stone wall, and suddenly had a feeling that he might soon know the details of this mysterious conch.
Hu Huan calculated the time, and it was almost time for dinner. He recited a spell, disappeared into this mysterious room, and returned to his dormitory.
When he went to the canteen, he was on time, but he saw no one else. The chefs in the canteen did not prepare various meals as usual, leaving only a dozen lunch boxes.
Hu Huan took two lunch boxes and asked casually: "Why are there so few people here today? They haven't come back yet?"
The man in the cafeteria smiled kindly and replied: "I'm not back! All we prepared today are lunch boxes. In addition to our people, people from other cities are also here, and there are also a few people from the capital, where are the people in the 70s and 80s?
."
Hu Huan found a seat and ate two boxes of lunch. Feeling not very full, he went to get two more boxes and ate eight boxes of lunch in one go. Only then did he feel that he was eating well.
The cafeteria at this time is prepared with large aluminum lunch boxes, which are not comparable to the disposable foam lunch boxes that are commonly seen in later generations. The capacity is about two kilograms, including rice and vegetables.
Hu Huan threw down his lunch box and burped. Then he heard noise outside. More than ten soldiers walked into the cafeteria. When they saw Hu Huan saying hello, they went over to get their lunch boxes and gathered in a few piles to start.
Meal.
Seeing their tired faces, Hu Huan was too embarrassed to disturb them. He got up and left the canteen, walked to the yard, and strolled for a while.
The compound of the Provincial Bureau of Special Affairs Operations Administration occupies a quite large area. In addition to Hu Huan's dormitory, there are also two office buildings, a warehouse, a dormitory for ordinary soldiers, and a quite large garage.
It is said that there is a set of laboratories in the largest office building. The last ceremony was held in the basement below it.
Hu Huan walked around the yard and heard the roar of car engines. One after another, Jiefang vehicles drove into the compound. Although they were all tired, the soldiers who jumped out of the cars were very
excited.
He also saw Xiao Jianseng and Zhang Juhua, whom he was familiar with, as well as Lu Yunyun, Yan Xiaoxi, Wang Song, Wan Yong, and Xu Che.
Even Li Yanzong showed up, accompanying a handsome and outrageous young man with a smile on his face. Yun Xihe still followed his leader step by step, keeping a very low profile.
Seeing Hu Huan from a distance, Li Yanzong waved, and Hu Huan trotted over and asked: "Has the matter in the closed area No. 17 been resolved?"
Li Yanzong said with a smile: "Solved!"
"This is Linghuyin from the capital. He is also the top warrior of our Qianlong Army who is known as the number one person in the third level. It was he who took action and killed the demonic snake, dispersed most of the insect swarm, and allowed the No. 17 closed area to reopen.
Enter silence."
"Captain Linghu also solved a small problem at the Second Chemical Plant, which really helped us a lot."
After listening to a long list of introductions, Hu Huan always felt that there was something in Li Yanzong's words, but he really couldn't understand what this leader meant.