The next morning, all the newspapers featured a prominent front-page headline about last night's shooting in a non-factional territory. Everyone was talking and excited.

"It hasn't happened in a hundred years, is the times degrading?!"

"This is perverse!"

"Is it a schizophrenic patient who has a seizure and only raises a gun in front of the church?!"

"Maybe it's because I hate the existence of no faction, I think it must be the extreme behavior of the radicals!"

In less than a morning, comments on the incident had quickly escalated to a political level. Each faction has come up with its own arguments and arguments. Arguments are inevitable.

At this very moment, one man was smirking smugly, excited by the sensational social effect of his trick, while the other man almost fell to the floor of the dining room. That person is me.

In the moment I was dizzy, Alan next to me caught me in time. With the help of Doug and Bennet, Alan helped me back into my seat. My consciousness was slowly returning.

"Are you feeling dizzy again?" Fanny touched my forehead while holding me, "It's okay, no fever!" ”

I whispered, "Let's go back to the dorm." ”

"Okay."

So, with the support of Ellen and Doug, Fanny and Bennet and I walked back to the dormitory.

On the way, everyone seemed to be afraid to disturb me, and they all remained silent, but I did not notice their peaceful atmosphere at all, because my mood was so bad and my mind was numb. The brutal image of the front-page headlines still swirling in my mind's eye, the sight was simply outrageous, the previously garden-like clearing in front of the church of Perseus was now littered with bullet casings, and the blue-gray walls on the sides were riddled with bullet marks. The news of the tragic death of the little girl named Tarkins was prominently fixed in the newspapers, but the photo of the girl being shot was so small that I guess even the editor of the newspaper could not bear to look at it more.

But none of this matters to me now, because I've been blown away by the little piece of knife-cut character that cuts across the corner.

The pile of characters scribbled crookedly in the corner of the wall in an inconspicuous place is now strikingly conspicuous, because its appearance is right behind the fall of the dead girl, and now it is infinitely magnified in the newspaper. I couldn't be more familiar with the characters I doodle with, because I have to take out the little slips of paper with these weird characters almost every night. I was shocked that two of the characters were exactly the same as the knife-cut characters on the wall! At this moment, it dawned on me that this person's intentions were so obvious, and he just wanted this third character. The reason why he used extreme tactics was to force the person who owned the character to make it public. I can't hide it anymore, because an innocent little girl has already lost her life, and the non-factional position is shattered. I blamed myself deeply, I didn't expect that I had swallowed the bitter fruit of my own making······

When I got back to the dormitory, I flipped out the newspaper again and showed it to everyone. I pointed out the corner of the wall that was really subtle, especially in the image of the bullet casings flying, which was only a little bit close to spilling over the edge of the picture, but it stood out so much to me.

Fanny took the newspaper closer, looked intently, and finally she could see the strange characters on the wall. And this tricky character was like a ghost, and immediately frightened her into taking a few steps backwards and slumping down on her own bed.

Her eyes straightened, and Bennet quickly took the newspaper from Fanny's hand and looked closer. The other two boys were equally curious to take a closer look.

While they were gathered together and looking intently at the newspaper I had brought to them, I fell on my stomach again, prostrate myself, and with a small stick in my hand I reached deep into the bed, and after some tossing and turning, I finally took out a small and delicate tin box. After opening the small tin box, I took out a few precious two-inch small photographs of my childhood placed on it, and the small parchment paper roll was exposed. I don't think it's a secret anymore, because I'm going to have to make it public right away, and the people who saw it were these good friends who shared my mind. So I stopped hiding them and handed them over to my friends.

"This is my ······ I ······ When I was a kid······ The old fortune teller gave it to me. "I was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to make of these treasures. If I told them the truth that this little treasure came from a nightmare, everyone would think that I was talking nonsense or being insane, and even if a few of my good friends here didn't think so, it would definitely shock the world when it was actually made public. It is better to prevaricate than to cause an uproar after saying it. I had made up my mind, so I moved out of the fortune teller as a shield.

The few close friends around me had not the slightest doubt about what I was saying, and they were all fascinated by the little old parchment scrolls I had given them. I could also see a look of surprise on their attentive expressions, as the three little treasures kept passing among the four of them. As time passed, the expressions on the faces of several people became more and more solemn, and everyone invariably realized the seriousness of the matter.

I said playfully, "I'm going to hand it over to Raymond, the head of the Office of Security, tomorrow." "Because I have thought about it over and over again, and only by handing it over to him is the most suitable person, can I protect these three small notes that are hundreds of times more precious than rare treasures to the greatest extent, and can I thoroughly investigate the layers of secrets hidden in them.

"Okay!" Several people said in unison.

Everyone's thoughts coincide with mine.

Early the next morning, as soon as I arrived at the bus station, I saw Fanny, Bennet, Allen, and Doug, who were already waiting for me at the bus station. I walked up to them, a little confused, "You guys ······"

The four of them looked at me with a grin, and Alan said, "We have already taken a leave of absence from Mentor Amanda, and today we will be your flower messengers, accompanying you to the Department of Security Affairs." ”

"Oh, really?!" I was so grateful that I didn't know what to say, and a "thank you" was not enough to worry about.

At this point, the bus pulled into the station, Fanny took my arm, and we boarded the bus to the Department of Security. It is estimated that because this is the first bus, there are very few people, and there are only two passengers in the front row. We walked to the back of the bus and sat in the back seat of the bus.

This morning, the rising sun showed a very rare bright smile, and the sparkling morning sun gently shone on the earth. I was in a great mood, and with my friends by my side, I immediately felt a lot stronger, more confident, and warmer in my heart. But Doug, who sat at the left of me, was a little sluggish, his head bowed, his back bent, and he looked like he was thinking about it.

"Maybe I woke up too early and didn't get enough sleep, right?!" I thought to myself.

When I was about to strike up a conversation with Doug, he suddenly made a 180°C turn, and not only straightened up, but also puffed out his mouth, as if some monster was about to pop out of his mouth, and we all felt very strange at his unusual behavior.

"I think the characters on these little parchments look a lot like the graphic symbols of the Nine Pillars." Doug whispered carefully, but even so, he let out a long breath, for he had finally vomited.

I thought that someone would put forward a rebuttal point, but I didn't expect that a few of us looked at each other and didn't quite understand the meaning of what he said. After Doug peeked at everyone's expressions, there was a slight smug expression on his face, "The Nine Divination Books are the characters and symbols used by the Deangxi ethnic minority in the northwest border region during the Qin Dynasty. The Deansi people live in the mountains and live in the large forests with ancient trees all year round, relying on the berries in the forest and trapping small animals. But just when they were multiplying and their populations were expanding, they were accidentally infected with a strange disease, and soon the entire race was completely wiped out. My uncle is an authentic fan of ancient characters, and it was by chance that many years ago he got a manuscript that introduced the cultural origins of the Deangsi people, and he learned about the origin and development of the Jiuyao Bushu. All I know and know about the character and the hearsay legend was told to me by my uncle. ”

Doug paused slightly, he looked at everyone hesitantly before he continued: "Although my uncle is prodigal and sinking in the unfactional bottom group, I still respect and admire him. In fact, my uncle is a very smart person, if he had applied for the Tongjin Bogu School back then, he would definitely have been selected without much effort. But at that time, it was not an absolute thing to take the faction selection exam, and my uncle was also very disgusted with the style of the Tongjin Bogu faction. He thinks it's a rigid, legalistic garbage faction. For him, he still prefers a free and easy life without factions. It was hard, but he enjoyed it. It was because he didn't go anywhere and stayed, so I was able to follow him during the winter and summer vacations, and I learned a lot about the ancient characters and their legends. ”

"Ahem, ahem······ So judging from my rich knowledge of characters, I am very sure that nine times out of ten these characters are left over from the ancient Deonsi people during the genocide. ”

Everyone listened attentively, and I listened intently. In the past, I thought that those three hard-won little notes were made up of a single character, and I didn't think that there would be any ingenious connection between them. But now, after Doug's subtle nudges and reminders, it dawned on me that these characters and symbols were the only remnants of an ancient and ephemeral nation, and that there must be some kind of unknown and wonderful connection between them.