Some time ago, Abigail was still scornful of Stephen's prying, but now she is asking him to help sneak into Professor Carmen's private room.
Stephen couldn't understand this.
Unfortunately, Abigail didn't know how to explain it to him.
However, this male colleague who admires her will always support her unconditionally.
So, Abigail thought it was too late, forcibly discharged from the hospital that night, and rushed to Yotton Public College with Stephen.
They arrived outside Professor Carmen's residence. The chirping of insects in the courtyard was very clear under the night.
Abigail grabbed Stephen's hand and walked around to the back instead of stepping onto the front steps.
If they want to sneak into the professor's private room, they will certainly not attract the attention of the owner of the room. Especially now that it is very late at night, a rash visit may arouse the other party's suspicion.
Abigail does not trust Professor Carmen now, especially after the other party did something like that.
"Here!"
Stephen spoke to Abigail in a low voice. He was stepping on unmaintained grass, and above his head was a protruding window. The arched window frame pressed against his head, making Stephen look particularly short and insignificant, like a
Like a thief.
Oh no...they are indeed considered thieves now.
Abigail complained in her heart, she estimated that her current appearance was not much better.
"This should be the professor's study. The door to that room is in the study. Look..."
Stephen asked Abigail to observe the wall on the side. It was rigid, with horizontal lines similar to real stone paint, and no additional windows.
"Have you noticed? The professor's room has no windows, which means there is no other place to enter except the study door."
Then we can only go into the study room first...
Abigail took a deep breath, stood up, and clung to the thick window frame.
Stephen was afraid that her strength had not yet recovered, so he grabbed the window first and tried to open it.
Fortunately, Professor Carmen and his servant were not in the habit of closing the windows, so Stephen opened the window with a little effort.
However, the entrance to the room was very high, so Stephen suggested that Abigail step on his shoulders and climb in.
After Abigail entered the study with difficulty, she helped Stephen climb up the window frame, and the two finally entered the room.
"Okay! How do we open this door now?"
Stephen pointed to the locked door.
Abigail shrugged. The two of them didn't have the key, so they could only try other methods to open it. They couldn't steal it from the professor's bedroom.
"Actually... I've wanted to do this for a long time..." Stephen said, taking out a thin wire from the sole of his shoe, and going to the keyhole to move it.
"Wait a minute...how could you..." Abigail looked at her colleague in surprise.
Stephen smiled confidently: "I know how to sneak into an informant's home to collect information. Don't look at me like that... I don't have a good upbringing like you. In fact, this is my old skill for many years. A child from a labor area.
I’ve known it since I was a kid.”
While talking, Stephen continued tinkering, but his old skills were obviously rusty, and it took him almost an hour to open the door.
"This lock is rusty..."
Stephen made excuses for his mistake, but Abigail did not discuss the matter. She quickly entered the house and lit a lamp in the room.
The familiar occult ornaments were once again displayed in front of Abigail, which was not much different from the last time she came in. It was full of all kinds of strange things.
This was the first time Stephen came in. He was attracted by the collections and secret ritual props, and he was amazed while observing them.
The only weird thing is that the eight-teeth necklace that Professor Carmen used before is missing.
"Stephen, do you remember the teeth you saw through the keyhole last time?" Abigail asked.
Stephen nodded. He was very impressed by that thing, and he could just see it through the keyhole.
And when he peeped once a day, he saw that the props were arranged in different shapes, which proved that the professor often played with the tooth necklace.
"I fainted because the professor put that weird object around my neck..." Abigail quickly told Stephen the general situation that happened that day.
After hearing this, the latter was completely stunned.
He couldn't believe it, nor could he understand why the other party did this to Abigail.
But no matter what, Carmen is hurting the girl she likes.
Stephen complained a little about Abigail, why she only told him the real situation now, and on the other hand, he was extremely angry at Professor Carmen.
"He shouldn't have done this to you. I never thought that the professor would be such a person. I have to go find him to reason!" Seeing that Stephen was about to go to Carmen angrily, Abigail grabbed him and asked him to
Don't be impulsive.
The two of them sneaked into someone else's house without saying hello, so they dared to go to the owner to settle a score. Even if they were reasonable, they would become unreasonable. At least the police in Yotun would definitely believe what Carmen said.
"Let's look for that string of teeth first..."
Abigail reminded Stephen, who suppressed his anger and listened to her words. The two of them started groping around in the collection room.
After a long time, they found all kinds of strange things, most of which were cultural relics of the native Indians. They didn't know how they got into the hands of Professor Carmen, but the tooth necklace was still not found.<
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However, Abigail discovered another strange thing. It was pressed under a stack of thick books, and the books were piled on the chair.
It should be a record of several essays, not a diary, because there is no date.
Professor Carmen drew many obscure symbols on these pages of white paper. There were two overlapping circles, like a ring around the moon, and two square boxes crossing each other. Professor Carmen also made annotations.
——The overlap of time and history, or the intersection between the spiritual realm and the material world?
Abigail continued to flip through, and suddenly saw a piece of white paper with a complete paragraph of text. There was a title written on the top of the page, called - On the similarity between the Blood Revenge Ceremony and the Dark Moon Ceremony.
Abigail's expression changed slightly, and she continued to look down, and saw Professor Carmen's sentiments, but there was no written record of the logic:
The indigenous people of East India are particularly keen on exchanging non-equivalent lives in order to complete their ancient secret rituals.
It's like the Blood Vengeance Ceremony. It's really eye-opening, but I don't think anyone's resurrection is worth the death of a thousand people.
Interestingly, there are even more exaggerated versions of their past crazy traditions.
Look what I found, the money spent on the Secred Expedition was worth it, they brought me good stuff...
(I won’t write anything good below.)
Oh! Shine, this is crazy!
(Again, inexplicably, the reason was not mentioned.)
Let me think about it...Does this really require such a large amount of...firewood? No! No! This is an unimaginable sacrifice!
I have to give this crazy activity a special name. It is similar to the blood revenge ritual, but there are even more frightening differences.
Hmm... On the day when multiple histories intersect, the bright moon is about to be dyed a darker color that is scarier than the night... Is this a necessary condition for this terrorist activity? It's quite harsh! Why not... just call it the Dark Moon Ceremony? (There was another long paragraph without writing.)
I put it on...and then I felt something. Is it the rumored secret place that only seers can enter?
No, this is different from the secret place described by the seer. I saw something. I will try again tomorrow...
(Continuing with the blank paragraph, the paragraphs on this page are obviously not written on the same day.)
I heard His voice, and it was like the revelation of the unknown and indescribable fear. It was the choice of the ancient gods, and it was also my dream.
This...gave me a way of transcendence that is not a seer's, and I finally knew what my mission was...