Take anything in God's name, for there is nothing but perfection.

"Hello Professor Huang, I often see you speaking in the group, and I have always wanted to come and visit, and today I finally met the real person. Di Zi'an greeted the man in front of him politely, and after he took the initiative to contact the professor through the penguin colony and expressed his intention to visit, the professor agreed without much thought, and Di Zi'an looked at the group in front of the professor's villa.

The professor was wearing a gray woolen coat, his tall figure was a little thin, his face was thin, with a square-rimmed black glasses, and his face was a little too pale, and he had a sense of déjà vu that was shallow and lacking in movement. I don't know if it's a full professor or an associate professor, but judging by his face, he is no more than forty years old, which is very young in the circle of professors.

"You are the 'flute' of the Tarot group!" the professor said in a very mild and amiable manner, "Come in and sit down, there are very few young people who can have an emotional attitude towards the history of Egyptian culture." ”

The villa is very large, and even if it is not located in the business center of a first-tier city, it can be seen that the professor is quite wealthy, and even has a special doorman and gardener. When I walked into the villa, I found that it was quiet and deep, and there were few voices.

"Does Professor Huang live alone in this villa?" Di Zi'an followed behind the professor, looking at the magnificent Western-style building in front of him, and couldn't help but ask, under the reflection of the pure white dome flowing with morning light, the entire courtyard showed a sense of brilliance and vividness. The dense and lush surrounding, which hung on the flower railings on both sides of the foyer, the walls of gold and white marble intertwined, exuded a gentle reflection like jade. The black wall decorations crawl like the fragrance of flowers, and the gorgeous flowers of the city reflect each other. It is like a small but magnificent palace with a floating atmosphere. As the professor opens the door decorated with openwork reliefs, he sees a dim but luxurious hall, intricately lit in the quiet darkness, making people imagine how brilliant it will be once it blooms.

"Of course not," Professor Huang smiled, looking very elegant, "My wife and children live here, but they are on a trip." The two walked through the long and spacious corridor, flanked by portraits of various classical characters, and the interior was equally luxuriously designed, with all kinds of precious-looking lamps that blinded Di Zi'an's dog's eyes.

Capitalism of all evils...... Of course, this was not spoken, and Di Zi'an was clearly aware of the fact from a very early on, that is, the group of people who studied the occult were usually very wealthy! For example, the few offline meetings of the Tarot Council that he attended were held in the private villas of some of its members. It can only be said that compared with Professor Huang's villas, the luxury of those villas is even more than that.

It's only this kind of rich kid who has no worries about food and clothing that spends a lot of time every day researching some strange things. Di Zi'an emptied the complicated thoughts in his mind and followed the professor into his study.

The study room is not big, and the bookshelf on one side is neatly placed with all kinds of history books.

"Ancient Egyptian Empire", "History of Ancient Egypt", "Egyptian Historical Inscriptions" and so on, are all books that are very in line with the professor's research direction, and then Di Zi'an saw the book on the table, the text on the cover should be Egyptian script, that is, Coptic text, Di Zi'an has seen the picture of this book on the Internet, and has a little impression, this should be famous,

The Book of the Dead. On the side, there are two copies of "Illustrated Egyptian Characters" and "An Introduction to Ancient Egyptian Sacred Books" for reference, and there are many messy manuscript papers on the table, which are covered with professors' notes, which seem to be translating the Book of the Dead.

"Professor, are you studying the Book of the Dead?" Di Zi'an asked curiously, Professor Huang obviously didn't expect Di Zi'an to be able to see the origin of this ancient book at a glance, he couldn't help but glance at him, and replied lightly, "I'm trying to compile a more accurate full translation," but then the professor's tone rose a lot, "You should know that the translation of the Book of the Dead on the market is full of good leaks, and that thing even dares to appear in sentences like "Isis, the son of Horus", Isis is clearly Horus's mother!" What an unforgivable mistake!"

No, I don't know. Di Zi'an complained in his heart, he hadn't even read the version full of errors in the professor's mouth, and his knowledge of the Book of the Dead was only a rough idea that it was a burial object of the ancient Egyptian people, their Bible. But perhaps it was the talk of professional knowledge that made the professor a little involuntarily excited,

"Hell, I saw priests and priests and God in there, and I was so dying, there was no God and His servants in Pharaoh's world! God knows how many translations of the Book of the Dead I had burned, and I had to make a new one, at least a more rigorous one. ”

The professor, who looked very elegant before, even waved his arm a few times involuntarily when he was excited, and saw Di Zi'an's black line, but it was nothing, the professor's performance showed his true temperament, which made Di Zi'an have a better impression of this professor. After the professor calmed down, he smiled at Di Zi'an a little embarrassedly, "Isn't it a little strange that I'm a person who occasionally gets excited about something?"

Di Zi hurriedly said, "No, the professor just has a rigorous academic attitude towards the work, and the version on the market does not meet your requirements." ”

The professor nodded in satisfaction, obviously Di Zi'an's words were still very useful.

"Speaking of which, you haven't told me anything about coming here this time," Professor Huang asked, casually sorting through the messy manuscript paper on the table. Dizi calmed his thoughts and organized his language, "That's the kind of professor, I have always had a deep interest in ancient Egyptian culture, and when I saw the papyrus in the photo you posted in the group that day, it was like seeing a rare treasure, you must know that I have never seen this kind of paper with my own eyes when I am so old." So I took the liberty to come and visit, wanting to feast my eyes. ”

"You're here for the papyrus, so you've come to the right place!" the professor said with a deep look at Di Zi'an, and said in a mysterious tone, "The thing is still with me, and according to my research, it should be the manuscript of one of Susimos's apprentices." As he spoke, he opened the drawer and carefully pulled out a glass plate, made of two pieces of glass a little over a foot long, and the brown papyrus was clamped in the center, carefully protected.

Di Zi'an couldn't wait to take a look, this glance made his whole person completely stunned, and the professor was still saying, "You are right, this is a rare treasure, a real rare treasure, it must be stored in a dry place," found that Di Zi'an did not reply, the professor turned his head and found that Di Zi'an was looking at the papyrus in a daze, obviously shocked, and the professor was very satisfied with this reaction,

"Right, it's so mysterious, so quiet, the mystery of civilization, the traces of history are all in this little piece of paper. ”

Di Zi'an obviously didn't have the heart to listen to what the professor had to say, because in his vision, the papyrus sandwiched in the glass shimmered with a strong orange-yellow light, and he had never seen this rich spirituality on an inanimate object since he had had spiritual vision.

There is no doubt that this is the opportunity for me to pursue. Dizi'an retracted her vision and looked back at the brown papyrus, on which there were not only words, but also pictures.

"Professor, why does this pattern look so much like a long-necked bottle?" Di Zi'an noticed that the bottle drawn on the pattern was a little familiar, as if she had learned it in chemistry class.

The professor understood what Di Zi'an was referring to, and nodded, "That's right, this is the most prestigious Hermes bottle at that time, which is our current long-necked bottle, in those days, this kind of glass instrument used by alchemists was very expensive, and in Egypt at that time, only Susimos had his own special laboratory, which was recorded by the apprentice who had the honor to visit the laboratory." ”

As if remembering something, the professor patted his head, "You look at it first, remember not to take it out, I'll go to my room and get a document." He left the study.

A godsend!

Di Zi'an secretly applauded, and the moment he stepped out of the study in front of the professor, Di Zi'an turned on his spiritual vision again, and at the same time stroked the glass plate with his hand, as if he wanted to feel the texture of the papyrus through the glass, "How can such abundant spirituality be applied?" Di Zi'an had a little headache, he tiptoed up the glass plate on it, exposing the papyrus to the air, and then aimed the mark on the back of his right hand at it......

There was no reaction, Di Zi'an even touched the papyrus lightly, and unlike the appearance, the texture was actually quite soft. But that's not the key, the key is how to apply spirituality, Di Zi'an's eyes began to pantothenic, he couldn't help but rub his eyes, and re-covered the glass plate, hell, the opportunity is in front of him, and the overflowing orange and yellow light also declares the extraordinaryness of this papyrus, but he can't enter!

Do you need any spells, etc!spell words...... Di Zi'an looked at the papyrus again, the professor is probably coming back soon, it's always right to try......

And when the professor returned to the study with the books, there was no one in front of him. The professor seemed to realize something, and hurried to his desk, only to find that nothing had changed, the books, the paper, and the most important papyrus were still lying quietly in the glass panes, except for the visiting boy.

"Did you leave ahead of schedule?" the professor touched his head, which was a bit unpredictable.