The record on this page only left three shocking words at the end, but Professor Carmen was about to complete something, so he did not continue writing.
Abigail's heart began to beat rapidly for no apparent reason, and the feeling of urgency came up again, and along with it, there was also faint fear and worry.
Stephen on the side has not yet understood the meaning between the lines, but Abigail can’t wait to continue checking Professor Carmen’s essay manuscript.
However, there is no such thing as the page just now, with complete paragraphs and clues that people can understand.
Most of them are scrawled drawings and messy annotations.
For example, on a certain page it says: Samhain, and in the blank space below there is an introduction about Samhain cut from other places.
Samhain is a cultural tradition of Jotun, which means the "extra day" every year and is full of the mystery of ancient aliens.
It is said that Samhain was originally a festival of Ainannia. No one knows how it spread to Jotun and became popular.
Professor Kamen annotated a word at the bottom of the Samhain page: The day when multiple histories intersect.
Then there was no other content on this page, and the female reporter continued to look for the next page.
Next, the professor drew a simple floor plan of the entire harbor area on a certain page, and made labels and annotations on it.
He marked a certain area as: the market where the Yodon Commodity Conference will be held, with an estimated capacity of 14,000 people.
A private mansion not far from there was also marked by him: Duke Pengler's Mansion, the grand wedding of the Duke's daughter and the Marquis. The number of people invited that day was slightly more than 4,700.
The third area is the huge port area. He marked: The number of ships coming and going from the dock that day should be five times that of normal days, and the total population flow is expected to reach 50,000.
Professor Carmen has written nearly ten such annotations. He seems to have deliberately calculated the approximate flow of people in the harbor area on Samhain Day.
Finally, located in the middle of all the marks, is the place where Professor Carmen marked the graduation party of Yotton Public College.
It is not in the college, but in a large venue outsourced by them. Students, professors and tutors gather together. Academic conferences of various departments will be held at the same time that day. The number of people is expected to be nearly 3,000. Apart from this map, there were no more manuscripts and essays. Abigail asked Stephen to hold the candlestick for her and read Professor Carmen's records carefully and repeatedly.
Although she still didn't understand, the fear in her heart became stronger and stronger.
Suddenly!
The door to the study room outside opened!
Abigail reacted immediately, blowing out the candles and telling Stephen to be quiet.
Soon after, there was the sound of pacing outside.
The two infiltrators were very afraid that someone would open the door to the collection room, which would immediately expose them to the owner.
Fortunately, the people outside only stayed in the study for a short time, closed the windows and left.
……
Abigail and Stephen fled the professor's house in a panic. When they came to the street, it was almost dawn.
"We can't go back early, Stephen..."
Abigail panted and said to her colleagues with a pale face.
"Professor Carmen... teach him... what he is planning."
Stephen had also read those essays just now. Apart from anything else, the map on the last page was still understandable.
All clues point to Samhain.
The young male colleague suggested that he go to Professor Carmen and ask him in person.
Abigail became increasingly uneasy, and she agreed to Stephen's suggestion.
So, the two had a simple breakfast, and after dawn, they pretended to be nonchalant and returned to the college to visit Professor Carmen.
However, the old maid of the mansion declined their visit, uncharacteristically.
"The professor went out and didn't tell me his whereabouts. He may be preparing materials for the press conference. He has been away from home for the past few days. Sorry... you two."
The professor is out...
Abigail and Stephen looked at each other. They had just left Carmen's house, had breakfast and then turned back. In just a short while, the professor left home?
"That's it..." Abigail's face was still a little pale, "There is something wrong with my manuscript. I want to reconfirm it. Can you let us look through the materials in the study again?"
A few days ago, when the professor was not at home, the old maid would provide convenience to the two reporters, but for some reason today, the other party rejected Abigail's request.
"The professor said that the decoration of the study room is old. He decided to find someone to renovate it in a few days. I have to pack up those books. I'm sorry for you two."
After being rejected, the two had no choice but to leave the college, but Abigail's mood was still tense.
"You're right, there must be something wrong with the professor!" Stephen also clearly felt it.
From the time the other party inexplicably hurt Abigail, to now refusing the two to approach the house, the huge change in attitude is enough to prove that he is planning something secretly.
However, now there is no way to catch the other party and confront him face to face. It is possible that he is deliberately avoiding Abigail and Stephen.
Unfortunately, last night should have been the best opportunity, but the two sneaked into each other's house to look for clues, making the occasion unsuitable for a meeting.
"We'll wait until Samhain!"
Abigail suppressed her inner worries and stared at Stephen's face.
"Catch him before he makes his move!"
……
In the eastern part of Secred, on the border of Missouri State, Victor and his party have left Precia and are on their way to Dandelion.
Ahead, it was very easy to pull the caravan with just a white-butt horse. Victor was sitting in the driver's seat, and the reins in his hands did not swing.
He was humming the formula he heard from Akabane.
Of course, it is translated into common language:
There is a cooing sound, spitting out white snow...
Overflowing the ripples of time, bury it...
It’s the missing starlight and moon, the upper and lower worlds...
The birds are above my head, but the white clouds are at my feet...
Hear the rustle and walk lightly at the bottom...
Where it is, there is a gray fog...
After humming it several times, Father Sang in the carriage was yawning, and Victor suddenly cursed: "What nonsense, no wonder the aborigines themselves couldn't find the location of the relics of the underworld snake."
Father Sang took a sip of white wine and chuckled.
The old man is in a good mood today for some unknown reason, even after knowing the truth about Augusta’s plan to massacre hundreds or thousands of people.
"For everything... ahem, lower your expectations, and what you are about to encounter will be surprises!"
"Surprise?" Victor slapped his forehead, thinking it was more like panic.
Wherever they go, Augusta is one step behind, and now they have to rush back to Dandelion to remind Josh to be prepared for Augusta to arrange a sacrificial ceremony in Dandelion.
Just don't be a step too slow.
Moreover, there are only a thousand people. If Augusta is patient, he can accumulate the number of sacrifices in various small settlements, so that he will be unable to guard against it.
"Hey! Damn it! It's so troublesome."
"Actually, you don't have to wade into this muddy water at all. You are now a seer and can enter the secret lodge to deal with the monsters attached to you... Ahem." The old man opened the curtain of the caravan and said to Victor. p>
The key is that you can't figure it out even after entering the secret hotel... Victor complained in his heart, that black thing will be honest for a while after he puts on the yellow clothes.
In short, we still have to arrest the person who tied the bell and torture him to find a solution.
Although... maybe there is nothing Augusta can do, but you have to try.
"Ahem... Life is either busy living or busy dying. It is very likely that we are all going further and further on the road of seeking death." Father Sang looked at the dark sky above his head, where heavy rain was about to fall.
The empty and dead land.
"It's better to wait for the wind to come than to chase it..."