The interrogation lasted until 8 p.m. and finally came to an end. Teachers and students who had spent almost a day in the library were free to move around the campus. Everyone was depressed, thinking to themselves how they were so unlucky, and then it was time to eat, to rest, to rest.

Leo also walked out of the monitoring room, his eyes glazed and ached. In the morning, he helped the police to adjust the video, and in the afternoon - he was also adjusting the video. The camera that Junsha saw was not in the right position, the number was N12, Leo and she were busy all day, and finally figured out that the camera was passive at 2 pm on March 28, as for who it was and how it moved, it is unknown.

Then, along with a group of police officers, Leo looked at the thousands of cameras in the school from that moment to the present, looking for information that might be useful. By 8 p.m., I only saw a third of it.

Leo's eyes hurt terribly, and he rubbed them as he walked out of school. Andora, like everyone else, was confined to school and couldn't get him home, and he was going to find a taxi. However, as soon as he left the school gate, he saw Rolov in front of him, and a car parked behind him.

"Tired, aren't you? I'll take you home. ”

Leo looked at his grandfather in disbelief. "It can't be somewhere else, is it?"

"Think too much, get in the car."

Seeing the old man say this, Leo opened the co-pilot's door suspiciously, and at a glance saw a small box on the seat that probably could hold a watch. Leo picked up the box and sat in his seat, and the car departed.

"What is this?" As he asked, Leo opened the box and removed a white hemisphere inside.

"Bugging." Rolov, who was driving in the car, replied. "For you."

"Give it to me? Do? ”

"Professor Trikoff Gyan, do you know each other?" Ignoring Leo's questioning, Rolov asked.

"Yes, a senior professor at the School of History, and a former mentor to Andora. What do you mean? Do you want to ......?"

"yes, I'm going to eavesdrop on him."

Leo sat up straight and didn't speak as casually as he had just been.

"Are you serious, old man? The professor is a well-known figure in the field of history, how can you suspect him? ”

"He's a member of the Secret Research Group."

"That's it?"

"Of course not. When the police interrogate each person, they will design questions based on certain times and certain locations in the surveillance footage to determine whether the person is suspicious. Today, most of the teachers and students in the school have been examined, and only this Professor Trickoff, whose whereabouts for a few days do not match the surveillance video. Especially at the beginning of April, after the camera on the north wall was passive, he had a problem that didn't make sense. ”

Leo didn't quite understand the policeman's methods, but he felt that it was quite evil, but he still didn't believe it.

"Even so, he's Andora's teacher, by the way, does Andora know?"

"So I came to you. The police are limited and Andora is unaware. If you're worried about him getting hit, you'd better get things done tomorrow. Otherwise, I would have to ask him for help, after all, his relationship with Trikoff was there. ”

This was something Leo really didn't want to see, so he didn't have a choice.

"I see."

*****

Because the interrogation has not yet ended, teachers and students can only move around some areas of the school. The students are okay, the lecturers are very depressed, originally just a different place for the holiday, but now they have to change places to sleep, and they can't even go home.

The students who tossed for a day have long lost the interest of yesterday and have returned to their dormitories. Lecturers are placed in student dormitories that are unoccupied, and some people are not used to this change, so they choose to pass the time in their own offices and expend some energy before sleeping.

The fourth teaching building of the Faculty of History, which is far from the library. Professor Trickoff was standing in front of the door, almost trotting over the way. During the interrogation, he had a few questions that he had not answered well, and the police somehow brought up something from a month ago and seemed to know something. Although the tone of the question was not too harsh, every word in it made his heart tremble.

The professor, who was panting against the door, was sweating profusely, and most of them came out in front of the police. They didn't embarrass themselves on the spot, and I'm afraid it was only a matter of time.

He shuddered and took out the key and opened the door. The office was on the second floor, but he didn't have the strength to climb the stairs anymore, so he went straight to the elevator. Two minutes later, he walked into his office and quickly locked the door.

He opened a locked drawer in his desk and pulled out a white phone with only one number in its address book.

"They're starting to doubt me! Cough! "Trikoff, who was emotionally out of control, broke his voice as soon as he opened his mouth." Today the police definitely know something, and you said that if you continue to collect some data, they will come to arrest me tomorrow! Didn't the organization arrange for you to help me? Think of a way! ”

"Calm down, Professor." The voice on the phone was very lazy, as if he didn't understand why the professor was in such a hurry, "After all, the police are just suspicious, and they won't do it without evidence." ”

"Evidence? What evidence? ”

"For example, eavesdropping on your and my phone calls, or catching us meeting live. This is difficult, after all, the signal of this mobile phone can only be used between you and me, and it is almost impossible to eavesdrop. In short, it's good that the phone doesn't go undetected. ”

"But, but tomorrow, if the police come and search my room......"

"You'll have to figure it out for yourself."

Trikoff couldn't help but shout: "What? What can I do? It's clear that you're the ones who made things like this! ”

"Professor, are you wrong? Aren't you to blame for getting to this point? ”

Hearing this, Trikoffe was silent, there was no rebuttal, only words of pleading.

"I, please, think of a way."

"That's the way to solve problems. Rest assured, professor, tomorrow night, you will be free. ”

"Really, really?"

"Really, I'll let you know the specific time, we'll see the police's actions before deciding, you just wait for the call." The voice on the phone said lightly, "Remember, hide your phone, if the police find out, my number will immediately become an empty number without a record, and the only one who is unlucky is the professor himself." Break a leg. ”

Hanging up, the professor silently put the phone back in its place, thought about it and took it out again - it was necessary to change places, not to be seen by the police.

But where is it better to hide? He couldn't think of it, he couldn't find a safe place, the police were omnipotent in his impression, even if they dug a pit and buried it, they must have a way to find it, right?

Trickev sat down, lowered his head for a moment, put his phone in his pocket, took some books from the shelves, and opened them on the table. The thought that tomorrow would be the end of everything made the professor feel a little more comfortable, and with the help of the words in the book, he tried to calm himself down.

*****

A professor of history and EXP research may sound like a no-brainer, but that's what makes EXP research special. In the hundreds of years from the destruction of Astarott to the outbreak of the War of the Century, EXP research has been up and down, with some places banning and some places supporting, although it has never been suspended, it is also intermittent, which directly leads to the extreme fragmentation of EXP research theory. It was not until around the 60th of the new century that a relatively complete basic theory was formed.

For these reasons, modern people often find some incomprehensible gaps when conducting EXP research, which requires studying a large amount of data from those researchers in the past. However, under the high pressure of the EXP ban and the confidentiality of the materials in the hands of researchers, many translations of materials cannot be disseminated and are difficult to use, so people can only use and translate now.

The vast majority of these sources and manuscripts are written in cipherlands. There are two main types of secret languages, one is modified in the language of the superhuman people, which is also the most common method. However, anyone who has conducted EXP research has to be exposed to the language of superhuman beings to a greater or lesser extent, so they take local materials and slightly modify them into a language that only they understand.

Although the eight superhuman nations have their own languages, the superhuman beings were born on the continent of Via, so these languages all evolved from the ancient Vianian language, which took about 100 years to finalize and continue to be used today. Even if there are some changes, in front of historians who have studied ancient languages, it is only a turning point in the walk, and finally the real content behind the text will be reached.

The other relatively niche is the completely original secret language, which you can make a comparison table for translation. Sometimes the secret language is so complicated that the comparison table is lost, and even the maker himself can't understand it. But if you can judge it with reference to its usual writing habits, you can more or less decipher it. And for a text, as long as one thing is deciphered, the others are not difficult to understand.

Either way, it's a huge amount of work for historians, but it's also an exciting puzzle. Therefore, modern EXP research usually looks for a historian. After all, even if the translation is one word short, the final conclusion can be thousands of miles away.

Trikoff, a historian with considerable knowledge of linguistics, is particularly interested in the history of superhuman beings, and has written a number of papers on the subject. After receiving Rolov's invitation, although he understood that secret research violated the ban, the old professor agreed very simply. Since he took over four years ago, his abilities have come in handy, and he has translated a lot of materials.

He is well aware that this is not an easy job, because every answer sheet handed in has a direct impact on the direction of future research work. Every time he translated, he had to do his homework and be cautious. Sometimes a notebook with only a few pages can take two weeks, forgetting to sleep and eating every day, and it is decided after repeated deliberations.

Thanks to Trikoff's efforts, the 23-member research team has been running smoothly to this day. At the beginning of March, the research team had a physical result, which, along with the relevant notes, was kept somewhere in the school, which they called "The Orchard". This room is protected by a triple electronic lock. Opening them requires a special passcard, three strings of passwords that don't look like words, and a face and fingerprint recognition system. There were only three people who were able to open the door, and Trickev was one of them.

Now, Trickoff, who had woken up, was standing in the lobby on the first floor of the Seventh Teaching Building, with a password card in his coat pocket. It was only 6 a.m., but the staircase leading to the basement was already guarded by two policemen. Then the "orchard" in the basement must also be watched by the police. Trickoff pretended to be indifferent, walked around the first floor and hurried away.

He knew that if he did have to act tonight, his helpers, the people on the phone yesterday, would have a way to lure the cops away and give him a chance to steal the physical results and materials inside. But he also knew that it meant that his teaching career would come to an end, and his whereabouts would be discovered sooner or later. When the time comes, will you flee or stay?

Whichever you choose, a stable life is gone. Thinking of this, the old professor's mood fell again.

"Ah, teacher, you're back."

Before he knew it, Trickoff was back in front of the office door, where Andora was standing, and he had been knocking on the door for a while, and when he saw Trickoff, he met him.

"You just went out?"

"Well, something, you're looking for me?"

"It was Professor Pascal who asked me to come to you, they said there was a meeting, and you were late and asked me to come to you."

According to the plan, in the morning the research group will discuss new experimental content. Trickoff wanted to find an excuse to push it over, but after another thought, he forgot it. Try not to do anything that will arouse the suspicion of the police before dark.

"I see, you go get busy."

"Good teacher."

With Andora gone, Trikoff hurried into the office, hurriedly put together the materials needed for the meeting, and opened the drawer again, the white phone was still lying in it, and Trikoff carried it on his body. Andora's presence is a wake-up call that someone might be searching the room while he's not around. Making sure nothing had been left behind, Trickoff walked out of the office, looked around, locked the door and left, and walked briskly upstairs.

Trickoff's concern was right, and he went upstairs with his front foot, and someone came up from the first floor with his back foot, watched him leave, and waited until the footsteps had completely died down before he came to his office and looked at the keyhole on the door.

"Isn't that a crime?" Leo muttered.