On Friday afternoon, the setting sun fills the Gödel University campus. After the last class, the students walked down the road with a long shadow, full of exhaustion and laughter, to eat in the cafeteria or take a nap in the dormitory. At the end of the lecture, the lecturers were busy packing their things and going to the parking lot to find their cars.

Outside the second teaching building of the School of History, security guards are locking the door. Today's class is over, and the second school building is not open to the public as a study room. At this time of the day, the security guard would walk around the building, and after roughly confirming that no one was there, he would lock the door.

There were a few clicks from the lock, and after the sound, a boy crawled out of the pile of debris behind the stairs on the first floor. He didn't bother to pat the dust off his body, looked around, and tiptoed to the door. After making sure the door was locked and there was no one around, he couldn't wait to run up to the second floor.

He had been hiding there since about 3 p.m., taking advantage of the unpreparedness. After three hours of patience, I finally waited for this moment.

He found a room on the second floor with a door number that read "Kepov", the surname of the owner of the room. Knowing that no one would come, the student waited for a while before taking out the key in his pocket and opening the door.

There is not much space behind the door, and the furnishings in the room are quite plain, with a boxy table, two delicate wooden chairs, and a sofa and bookshelves against the wall. The students walked over to the bookshelf, and there was a row of shelves with a full ten books. Each one is not thin, and he can only take one with one hand.

Looking at the names on the spine, the students were overjoyed. What he's looking for—chapters 292, 293, 294, and 296 of The Canon of the Caton Family—is here. He hurriedly dragged down chapter 292 and quickly flipped through it.

He has read these books in bookstores and websites, and the content is a big disappointment. Many key parts are flickering, and there are some things that don't make sense, which are obviously "carefully adjusted".

As a history student, he could not tolerate the falsification and concealment of the truth. But no matter how you look for it, you can only find a modified version. As for the original, of course, there must be one within the Caton family, but it was not within his reach, so he took the risk of using today's method. Professor Kerpov used to be a ...... One of those people, this private room for him, should have it?

Looking at the book in front of them, the student was convinced that his idea was correct, and the thickness of the book was proof that it was much thicker than what could be seen in the market.

Flipping through it, his excited expression disappeared, and his hand stopped. A large number of white pages came into view, and he flipped through them a few more times, and they were all white pages, without words. This one is the same as the one he's seen, and the key parts are all blank sheets.

The student put down the book in a decadent manner, and unwillingly dragged down two more.

"No need to flip it, it's all the same."

The sudden voice behind him startled him, and the book in his hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound. At some point, a middle-aged man in his 40s stood at the door, leaning against the door frame, smiling at him. The students were at a loss.

"K, Professor Kerpov, what are you ......?"

"It's so studious, Kuransi, I don't hate your character, but after school, let's go back."

Kurancy was in a state of embarrassment, and the professor was clearly here to block himself. From this point of view, the last time I took the opportunity to help the professor get clothes, I secretly matched the key to this room, and the professor must have known about it.

He should walk out in a gloomy way, but the thought of the falsified history makes his heart pluck up courage again.

"Professor, I just want to know about those things, things that are hidden!"

Professor Kerpov walked into the room, picked up the book from the floor, and put it back in its place.

"The original versions of those four books can only be found in the large library of the Caton family. Go and ask your father, and he will help with that. ”

"My father didn't allow it, and he said that even he had no right to read those books, and that he had to get the chief's permission."

"Hey, that's bluffing you, he can't even watch it, who else can?"

"So I have to think of something else!"

Seeing Kuransi's serious look, Professor Kerpov sat down in his chair, crossed his legs, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

"Why do you want to know what's behind those books? Is it related to your father? ”

"Not only that," replied Kurancy at once, "I am a historian who wants to know some details of events. ”

"Specifically?"

Professor Kerpov looked at his students, and Kuransi looked at the books on the shelves.

"For example, in the 140th year of the New Era, the Altar of Heke Ilas incident occurred when there was a large-scale luminous phenomenon known as the 'Divine Eruption', but the actual situation is not clear at all."

"I can even find the word Divine Hidden Explosion, which was originally a random name given by the executors." Professor Kerpov approving, smiling.

"After that incident, a new generation of capable people, as well as a whole bunch of words such as 'contact', officially surfaced. They objectively promote the process of EXP and OXP research. But there are not many records of such an important event. ”

Kurancy was a little agitated, and his tone became indignant.

"Speaking of which, Professor, you were there at the time, right? Don't you want to make the truth behind this matter public? ”

In the face of the students' aggressive questioning, Professor Kerpov remained unchanged.

"I just don't want to make everyone more confused."

"What about the other five?" Kurancy didn't give up and continued to ask, "Akya Trosimi, Harauf Raymond Dimitt, Luna Sarudo, Tarini, and Kane Ireda, do they think the same thing as the professor?" ”

Professor Kepov's smile disappeared at the hearing of these five names—none of them were with him now.

"Then again, the records of these five key figures, except for Dimmit, are also very vague. Isn't the professor, as their former companion, not at all obsessed? ”

Professor Kerpov lowered his leg and looked down in thought for a moment. Then he stood up and turned on the lights in the room.

"Have you had dinner?"

"No, but that's okay."

"Oh well. What I'm going to say, you just have to keep in mind. Of course, there are some things that no one will believe if you say it. ”

"What do you mean, Professor?"

Professor Kerpov sat back down and ran his hands through his sideburns, a gesture that was a sign that he was going to speak at length.

"The reason why those records and accounts are incomplete is that there is a small organization, an organization that plays a role behind many events, and the records related to it have been erased."

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's start with Akeya, so that you can get a little acquainted with this organization that has been active on and off for three years."

Professor Kerpov crossed his legs again, his eyes shining.

"Special detachment."