"What's next?"

The morning in the ice field came very late, it was already 6 a.m., but it was still dark outside the window. Caitlyn buttoned up the last of her blouse and helped Eric put on his coat.

"If he dares to keep that glass of lemonade, he will definitely be able to dig him out. Although Eric was uncertain, he still accepted it with all his thoughts.

"Any ideas?" asked Caitlyn.

"It's this photo, since it's three brothers, why is that Soros excluded. Eric replied thoughtfully, "I think if we could know why, the town's secrets would be clear." ”

"Is there anything I need to do?" Caitlyn walked to the door.

"Uh-huh, I really need to. Eric rubbed his nose embarrassedly, "I want a copy of the audio file of that video, and the reports of the experts on the townspeople, and it would be nice if I could keep me informed of your actions - Arris's magnetic ring* is too much electricity." ”

"No problem. Caitlin agreed, casually tossing Eric a small in-ear headset and a small mobile phone, "With this, you can hear our dispatch, and I will send you the information you want to this mobile phone." ”

Eric was tempted to walk up and hug Catelyn and kiss her, but Catelyn left the room without giving him a chance to take advantage. He put himself handsome on the bed where he was still warm, and his thoughts began to tumble - what was that feeling between him and Caitlyn? But Eric had to admit that the night of dry wood and fire lingered on his own and he felt a release like never before, a feeling that was not only a catharsis of desire, but also a long aftertaste. If that feeling he had about Caitlyn was a mutual attraction between lovers, what was his affection for Chiko?

"Maybe every man has a scumbag in his heart. Eric smiled bitterly.

"How's that, Detective. Why is there no movement. Caitlyn's voice rang from Eric's headset.

"It's just a little bit of adjustment, and it's time to act. Eric disguised.

Eric poked his head left and right at the door, making sure that there were no searching soldiers, before sneaking quietly into the hallway outside the room. Ever since Caitlyn had repeated to him at his bedside the words of Thoros B, "The mystery of the Book of Abraham is right before your eyes," Eric had sensed that his thinking of reconnaissance might not be too narrow.

Although it has been confirmed that the mystery of the Book of Abraham has a great connection with the human genetic map, and the inhabitants of the small town of Sado on the ice field have confirmed this, does this mean that the current clues are only an endless group of experts to verify it?

If this is the case, then how does this childhood photo of the Soros brothers explain, why did the entire base create the illusion that there are only two Soros ABs, and why is the other elusive Soros being covered up?

Eric pondered as he slowly strolled towards the left end of the hallway, completely oblivious to the fact that he was still a wanted criminal. But fortunately, after Caitlyn arrived at the command room, while Chiko was sleepy and exhausted, she overstepped her authority to dispatch all the soldiers of Arak who were searching for Eric, which won a large range of space for Eric.

Unconsciously, Eric's thoughts became more and more uncontrollable, and he only felt that he had fallen into a bottomless abyss that could not be reached out, and every doubt, every doubt, every idea that was immediately overturned by himself, exacerbated the weightlessness of Eric's rapid fall.

No matter how many bizarre puzzles he had encountered with Jefferson in the past, Eric had never felt the same way he did today—a rapidly falling thought, an untouchable darkness, two indescribable sensations mixed into a great oppression, like a huge rock pressing against his tense cranial nerves.

However, for a moment, Eric felt a flash of white light, lifting his falling thoughts. What is it?air?smell?sound?smell?Then, like a madman, Eric sniffed the air around him vigorously with his nose, then plucked his ears with his fingers, trying to hear the sound of the air floating, and then stuck out his tongue and spun in a circle, and there was nothing special about it.

Inadvertently, Eric's fingers began to rub against the wall involuntarily, and it was the friction between his fingers and the wall that gave Eric a new idea. He closed his eyes, and the fingerprint surface of his ten fingers gently pressed against the wall, slowly retreating back in the same trajectory as he had moved forward.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Eric stopped at the third step, his fingers rubbing back and forth against the wall. It was clear that there seemed to be a few thin grooves in the wall in this section, and when Eric opened his eyes, they were indeed a few notches made with a knife. Judging from the traces, these nicks are very new, and they seem to have been left in the past two days.

Eric bent down to take a closer look at the notch in front of him. The shape of this notch is undoubtedly the family emblem of the Soros family, but the traces of this stroke are very familiar. Eric tracing the lines of the emblem with his fingers, broke out in a cold sweat - the mark seemed to be his own.

At this moment, another white light flashed through Eric's mind, and faintly, he saw a pair of young hands holding a knife and carving a painting on the wall. So, with a try-out mentality, Eric took out a multi-purpose pen from his pocket and vigorously cut the wall along the knife marks in front of him. After a while, there was an old mark hidden under the newly notched wall paint. Although the brushwork of this old mark was very immature, Eric could still clearly recognize that it was his own handwriting.

"How, what a discovery. Caitlyn's voice of concern rang out from Eric's headset.

"Well- nothing, I'm still looking for it. Eric hurriedly disguised.

"I estimate that Chiko will wake up soon, and then I won't be able to control Arak's soldiers. Caitlin whispered.

"It's okay, I can make sure I'm okay. Eric forced his composure in his voice, but if he had spoken to Caitlin in person, in his current state, he would never have been able to hide from the eyes of this gold agent.

Eric took a deep breath, he had to face the facts in front of him - his own handwriting, which still portrayed the family crest of the Soros family, coupled with the video of the plot to assassinate Jefferson, now even he almost believed that he was really the accomplice of the smiling face today.