It took them dozens of minutes to read the nameless book.

The book only writes about the history of the Dark Magic Society, how the organization hanged, which historical figures were killed, and which ancient countries were destroyed, but there was a folded parchment in the last page.

Lin Huang closed the book, "So this has a fart use, and when the machinery is used, it is used to hide a boastful book." ”

"Mechanical?" Asaka asked.

"I'll tell you then," Lin Huang put the parchment on the table, "maybe this is what they really want to hide." ”

As Lin Huang completely opened the parchment, everyone found that the thing was still a bit big, about a meter wide and 70 centimeters high.

"Map," Chio muttered.

This is a hand-drawn map with a color color, as fine as a satellite aerial photograph, and the scale is not very clear, but it should be 1:1000 at a rough glance.

The map depicts a city, and several people who have seen the map of the Eagle Country say that it is a hyper-detailed version of Vitra's map.

"That's fine, we're in Vitra, but what is this map trying to say?" Lin Huang looked at the back of the map and didn't write anything, "So this is a black club external mechanic who is so idle that he drew a map on a whim, thought it was super good-looking, and then hid it here and decided to use it as an heirloom?" ”

Saka swept his eyes across the map, trying to find something like a red circle.

"Impossible," Chio picked up the book again, "I'll see if there's anything else in the book..... Anyway, you say that this is a suppose thief is magical. ”

I don't know when Qianxu's words were also brought by Lin Huang and began to be a little down-to-earth.

After a few minutes, everyone looked at Qianxu who put down the book, and she shook her head, "No." ”

For a moment, everyone felt as if they were drowning in water and were at a loss.

A minute later, Su Chengyue, who had been dropping the line and paddling, suddenly interrupted: "It's not convenient here, otherwise let's take it back and take a closer look at this map, right?" ”

"Okay, but I can't go back for the time being, I'm currently working undercover in a cult." Lin Huang didn't expect that the elf, who was the mascot of the team, would actually have an IQ online at this time.

"Sure enough, he is doing something dangerous," Qianxu looked at him with strange eyes: "Hurry up and find a way to quit and come back." ”

"Well," Lin Huang nodded, and looked at Ayasaka as if warning: "Ah yes.... If you dare to German orthopedics, I'll turn you into Savadika. After saying that, he slipped away by himself.

"What did he say?" Reverse Saka has become the team's confused responsibility today.

Qianxu shook his head, "I don't know, let's see if there is a road here." ”

Dozens of minutes later, Wesk looked at the pile of rags brought by Lin Huang: "Do you really think these things can be sold for money?" ”

"Why not, who's going to hide the garbage in the basement?"

"What if it's a garbage room?"

Lin Huang despised him: "Your garbage room will be decorated in pure white, and you will also use magic to protect the garbage?" ”

I don't know what this map is trying to say, it's best to find a chance to go back and ask, if you can find clues about the Black Society, then you don't need to stay here anymore and listen to the cult instructor talk about success. The three people who were killed during the first time he came in are still being investigated by the higher-ups, but Lin Huang guesses that because he got the board back, those people have removed him from the suspects.

Lin Huang was too lazy to sleep (sic), and decided to practice his sword for another night, "Tired...", he suddenly heard a murmur as thin as a mosquito.

Glancing back at Weske, he was standing like a dead pig.

As for the next door... As long as this kind of cave room is not next door to the sound of Eagle Country, it will definitely not be able to hear the sound.

"At this time, the people in the drama will say that maybe it's auditory hallucinations, and then they will miss a flag.... I haven't had auditory hallucinations since I'm so old, not to mention that I haven't taken drugs today, auditory hallucinations don't exist......." Lin Huang kept muttering something in his heart.

He walked around the room, pushing the walls or floors that looked more inconsistent, and of course, he didn't find any hair.

At this time, Lin Huang had to think that it was Wesk talking in his sleep.

Since Wesk slept like a dead pig, he could practice with the Black Mist Sword, Lin Huang didn't let out a strange shout when he swung his sword, and it was definitely not enough to wake up, he pulled out his sword, but he was stunned for a moment.

What about TM smoke? Finished spraying?

He looked at the black and white half-sword, and the scabbard that had nothing inside.

Don't tell me it's a disposable orange suit, he shook his sword, but it was still like that.

So Lin Huang practiced all night with a sword that had turned into a white suit with a sad and indignant mood.

The next day.

Lin Huang put away his sword, took a breath, and looked at Wesk, who was walking in with a bag on his back for breakfast: "How is it?" How much can it be sold for? ”

Wesker's face was full of helplessness, "I asked a lot of 'stores', and people said that these things were too evil and that they were not needed... Reluctant to buy. ”

Doesn't it mean that black marketeers are not afraid of death?

Lin Huang took the bag of "garbage" and threw it into a corner, deciding to keep it for the time being.