The old door shaft made a long squeak when it snapped together.

Because the windows and doors have not been opened for a long time, the old smell in the room has been released in an instant.

The boss of Isaas was not from this era, and it is not surprising that the furnishings of the room in front of him can be called ancient.

Yuya didn't come in with Luo Qiu, but just stood at the door. Maybe it's out of respect from the previous boss, or maybe it's awe.

Of course, there could be something else.

This room would probably be a treasure trove in the eyes of a historian - but in fact, where can this club not be called a treasure trove?

Luo Qiu walked to the room near the windowsill, the curtain was just a black light veil. In addition, there is a small round table and a small square wooden chair. The chair is in a state of being pulled apart, and there are a lot of scratches at the foot of the chair, I am afraid that it is because of the long pull.

Luo Qiu sat directly on the chair and closed his eyes. The owner of Isaas will probably sit here for a long time all day long. He didn't know what it was doing, but he felt he needed to feel what it was like to sit here.

What is the place of focus when his gaze sits here?

After a few moments, Luo Qiu, who had found nothing, stood up mockingly and began to walk around the room. Leaning against the other wall was a rudimentary desk, but neither the drawers nor the table top were empty.

As for the wardrobe in the room, there is only one set of clothes. The bed was there, the bedside table was there, and there was a candlestick on the bedside table, and at a glance there were only these things in the room.

So Luo Qiu didn't see the music box in Youye's mouth, which could produce timbre after the clockwork twisted.

It's as if apart from the initial letter, the ex didn't leave Luo Qiu with anything he had. Luo Qiu couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, walked to the position of the round table again, squatted down, and looked at the floor of the round table.

In the same way, he looked at the bottom of the desk, turning the bed over, even the reverse of the drawer. Finally, the wardrobe was moved, looking at the mottled cracks on the walls behind the wardrobe, and behind the wardrobe itself.

"There's really nothing left...... Or is it that I'm thinking too much?" Luo Qiu muttered to himself.

In the end, he could only helplessly restore the original appearance of the room.

Before you know it, the sun is rising, and the breeze blows the light veil that covers the windows, and the sun shines on the windows. Luo Qiu found out that it was a stained glass window. At this time, the shattered sunlight and the glazed windows combine to create a brilliant and dazzling light painting.

The room seemed to suddenly become much more distinct.

Luo Qiu subconsciously walked to the window, opened the curtains, pushed open the glass window, and outside was the commercial street that was empty in the morning—the commercial street he was familiar with.

Luo Qiu closed the stained window glass, and when he was about to pull up the black curtain as well, he could hold back the scene of sunlight shining through the stained glass and reflecting on the wooden floor.

It was rows and rows, neatly arranged patterns—but Locho was probably a kind of writing, a very old kind of writing.

But they seem to disappear soon, presumably because of the angle of the sun. Luo Qiu directly picked up his mobile phone and captured the scene on the floor. By this time, the text had become blurry and soon melted into a shattered light.

Luo Qiu showed the captured image to Youye, "Youye, do you recognize these words?"

Yuya just shook his head, and also looked surprised.

Even after working here for three hundred years, the maid had never entered Boss Isaac's room, and it was the first time she had seen such a thing.

But Youye doesn't recognize it, I'm afraid this text is still three hundred years ago, or something more ancient.

Luo Qiu tried to put his palm on the screen of his phone, intending to use the ability of identification, but all he got was a reply like this.

-- Whether the text has been lost and whether the content is restored and translated using a millennium.

Luo Qiu felt that there should be a voice here: What-The-FUCK.

But at this time, another message came from the altar.

-- You can purchase the provenance with a life span of 10 years.

Well, I really should have said it again: What-The-FUCK.

"Master?"

Seeing that Luo Qiu was a little silent, Youye asked tentatively.

Luo Qiu sighed, collected his mood and said, "It's okay, at least it's not nothing." The days ahead are still long. Also, if you have a goal, you will probably become much more motivated. ”

He later instructed Yuya to continue working, and he returned to his original home.

At this time, Ren Ziling naturally hadn't woken up from her sleep.

Luo Qiu, who felt that it would take ten years to buy the text from a very bad source, directly copied the captured images to the computer, and then used retouching software to cut out several of the clearest-looking words into individual images, and then pieced together a new picture.

The place where it was uploaded is 'Zhihu'.

Title content: Ask what kind of text is in the diagram.

The next thing you just have to do is wait for the enthusiast to interpret it - if no one knows, you can also consider the foreign Quora website.

If no one still knows...... Then work hard to earn life.

Speaking of working hard to earn his life, Luo Qiu had no choice but to start reading the information of the seven gold masters brought by Black Soul 9 this time.

Theoretically, the black card with the imprint should be issued, and the object should be selected even if it is discounted.

This is not simply a process in which a customer buys something and directly uses the transaction money to sacrifice to gain life.

Through these transactions, Luo Qiu realized that he was also a guest of the club - but the biggest guest. And his lifespan is the only currency he holds.

The purchase of the information of the trading partner, the identification of the item, or the liberation of the soul of the Taiyin Zi from the white jade plaque, etc., can all be operated through his lifespan.

Then there is the storage - the things that have been stored lose the ability to be sacrificed. In other words, in the future trading, Luo Qiu will become a situation where he likes a certain kind of trading money, and he will replace it with an obtainable lifespan. Strictly speaking, this is also a kind of consumption behavior, right?

So his lifespan is not a profitless thing.

The first white card appeared in Luo Qiu's palm, then shattered and turned into photons, wrapped around his head like a mist.

Luo Qiu closed his eyes.

......

......

Jiang Chu returned to the hospital early.

It is not common for a doctor of Jiang Chu's level in the hospital to arrive early, in his early forties, but he is an elegant person, and he is a very famous chief surgeon of neurosurgery.

Talent and fame, as well as wealth, divorced from his ex-wife ten years ago, and is still single, so Jiang Chu is the object of admiration of many girls in the hospital.

Jiang Chu brewed a cup of coffee, sat down in front of the office desk, and was about to look at the medical records of several patients at hand, when a black card with a strange golden pattern was already sandwiched in one of the files......