The stone seemed to be unlike anything Wang had been exposed to before, neither as rough as ordinary stone, nor as cold as steel, nor as tough as plastic. If you want to describe it, Wang Yilin can only say that it is a feeling of nothingness, and there seems to be a force that separates Wang Yilin from the stone. But it is indeed lying in Wang Yilin's hands.

Maybe an ore? Wang Yilin is not sure, his father does not seem to have a hobby of collecting minerals during his lifetime; A piece of jade? Wang Yilin couldn't say clearly, so he had to put it back.

Wang Yilin opened the yellowed notebook, and only the name of Wang Yilin's father was on the title page. Wang Yilin looked through the pages and saw that there were only some messy nouns and countless things that looked like formulas written in what language, and those formulas were the same, neither like this normal language, nor like foreign languages in other places, nor like the words that everyone usually uses. In notebooks, the short formulas are only two characters, and the long ones take up an entire page.

And the only thing Wang Yilin can understand in the whole book is his father's name, the page number in the lower right corner, and the quality formula that is crossed out somewhere in the middle. There are also two addresses on the back cover and stick figures interspersed in the book.

Wang Yilin put down the notebook and continued to rummage through the contents of the box. There was a fountain pen in the mezzanine at the bottom of the box, Wang Yilin picked it up and wrote it on his hand, and found that there was no ink, but Wang Yilin unscrewed the pen case and found that it was not the case. Wang Yilin found a piece of paper and scratched it with a pen, but still couldn't see any handwriting, so Wang Yilin put it back. After Wang Yilin made sure that there was nothing in the box that was worth checking for Wang Yilin, Wang Yilin locked the box and put it back in its place.

Wang Yilin leaned back in his chair, looked at the things on the table blankly, and began to reminisce about the past, so in an instant, the floodgates that sealed the memories a long time ago were opened, and the memories flooded Wang Yilin at the moment the floodgates opened, making Wang Yilin feel overwhelmed. Wang Yilin's hand roamed on the table, touching this, touching that, it seemed that every item was conveying memories of his father to Wang Yilin. Wang Yilin looked at the scars on his fingers and recalled his father's distressed eyes that day. At that time, his father did not scold Wang Yilin, but apologized to Wang Yilin vigorously and comforted Wang Yilin. Wang Yilin's father loved Wang Yilin very much, and after the incident, he half-squatted on the ground to treat Wang Yilin's wounds, which was the first time Wang Yilin felt his father's love.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Wang Yilin's mouth.

Wang Yilin stroked the lamp on the table, and the scene of his father sitting at the table and working all night came to mind. Although Wang Yilin has never seen it with his own eyes, at this moment, those scenes seem to be Wang Yilin's personal experience. Wang Yilin touched the base of the table lamp, pressed the inductive switch with his fingers, and fell into memory again. I don't know how long it took, maybe only five seconds? Ten seconds? Wang Yilin didn't know, anyway, the table lamp was on, but it was not the usual white or yellow or green, but a faint purple. Just when Wang Yilin was surprised why this happened, Wang Yilin saw the white paper that Wang Yilin had scratched with a pen before. I saw that on the white paper, a few faint traces appeared, which were exactly the same as the gesture that Wang Yilin had just made.

Wang Yilin reopened the box, took out his father's notebook, spread it out under the lamp, and suddenly, a page full of familiar words appeared on the paper.

There was no more turning over the back, and time seemed to be interrupted on that day. Wang Yilin recalled carefully, when Wang Yilin learned that the news of his father's death was on the first day of the new year, Wang Yilin remembered it very clearly. The mother told Wang Yilin that his father was gone because he was not in good health. At that time, Wang Yilin was still young and didn't understand the concept of death at all, only that his father had left Wang Yilin forever, which made Wang Yilin sad for more than a week.

But the young Wang Yilin always forgets quickly, even if it is such heavy news. But now looking back, Wang Yilin is more and more confused, and many unsolved mysteries haunt his heart. His father's past is as mysterious as his study, making it impossible to see or guess. What happened after he went to see a counselor? What is this Association of Consultants? What does it mean when you say "successful" in the notebook? What's going on with that stone? Why didn't her mother let Wang Yilin attend the funeral? What exactly is my father's illness? These problems kept Wang Yilin awake at night.

Wang Yilin faintly noticed that his father's death was not so simple, because Wang Yilin suspected that his father did not die, but disappeared. But where did the father go after he disappeared?

Judging from the current clues, my father has an entangled relationship with this counselor association, so Wang Yilin decided to start by investigating it.

Wang Yilin typed the consultant association into the search engine, but could not find the exact match field, so Wang Yilin expanded the search scope, and used crawler technology to crawl a large number of web pages, and then used keyword filtering methods to finally find a few three results, two of which seemed to have nothing to do with the information Wang Yilin was looking for, and only one post from an ancient forum seemed to be of some value.

Wang Yilin looked at the URL of the post, a long time ago, there was a forum for the Internet to let people query the information website, and the latest posting time of that post was decades ago. It's unbelievable that there are still people maintaining the forum for such a long time.

Wang Yilin glanced at the content, it was probably some information sent a long time ago, and there were many materials that had been proven to be serious nonsense, which could be found here.

But after Wang Yilin continued to browse, he found something that surprised Wang Yilin: how similar was the content of their chat to what Wang Yilin saw in his father's notebook?

After discovering this, Wang Yilin changed his attitude to look at the content, and came to some interesting conclusions according to their statement:

1. As early as a long time ago, someone discovered the existence of this world BUG, but the name at that time was different from now, and people's cognitive ability was limited at that time, so it was not paid attention to;

2. The BUG of the world will have an impact on matter, can change some laws of the world, etc., but some people can live a long life because of this, and the reason is unknown;

3. Some consultants can use bugs to do something through special means, such as changing the world

There's a lot more to it, and it's all some long stories. In the forum a long time ago, there were far fewer people who liked irrigation, so almost all of the content in it was valid information, although Wang Yilin couldn't understand it.

Wang Yilin tried to contact the forum's moderators, but there was no response. For several days, Wang Yilin browsed these posts while waiting for news, but found nothing. A few days later, Wang Yilin found that he had an extra private message on the account registered on the forum.