"Eh, why am I here?"

After shouting this, Klein came to his senses.

But looking at the men and women who were watching him with all kinds of eyes, he was a little dazed for a while.

"Mr. Parles, what's going on?"

Klein asked the assistant principal for help.

"You're so engrossed in your research, the guests thought you were sick, so I woke you up."

Assistant Parles said.

"Oh, I see. It scared me to death, I thought the paper was really going to be overhauled. Hey. ”

Crane touched his head.

"What's the tattoo on your body?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

"Who is this gentleman?"

Crane didn't answer, but looked at him suspiciously.

Lu Mingfei's oppressive force is more effective for normal people and bad people, and the tattooed young man in front of him is obviously neither.

"This is a gentleman from Huaguo who wants to donate a library to our university."

Parles explained.

"Oh."

Klein replied with a lack of interest.

With the efficiency of the British renovation team, it will take at least three and a half years to build the new library.

At that time, he had already graduated, and unless he stayed in school to become a teacher, he would not be needed.

"Then you might as well donate some books."

He didn't muttered too quietly.

"It's nice to have donations, keep your mouth shut."

Assistant Parles was obviously familiar with Klein, so he didn't have any scruples about talking.

"You can donate books."

Lu Mingfei said.

"What did you say?"

Crane stared at him blankly.

"You can donate books, but you have to answer my questions."

Lu Mingfei repeated.

"A designated book for a question, and it should be genuine."

Crane's gaze sharpened.

"Yes, but your answer should be detailed enough."

He nodded.

"Deal."

Klein took the initiative to stretch out his hand, and there was still a little confusion on his face.

Lu Mingfei took Fingal to Klein's dormitory, while Chu Zihang led the team to meet with the president of U-Uchigan.

Anyway, the representative on the bright side is Connie Windsor, and it doesn't hurt whether he goes or not.

And Fingal is because he has the best English and can help translate an obscure word or something.

The two followed Klein to his dormitory.

The accommodation conditions of Mi-Mi University are good, and the single suite of one bedroom and one living room has an area of 40 square meters.

However, Klein managed to fill the dorm room with books, drafts, and a mess of clutter.

The three of them stood in the living room with little place to stay.

"I'm sorry, but no one usually comes, so I didn't clean it up much."

Crane said with some embarrassment.

"You bought all these books?"

Lu Mingfei glanced at it, the categories of books were very mixed, both academic works and magic.

"Most of them, some of them are borrowed from other people and libraries."

Klein replied.

He carefully picked up some of the books and pushed some of them aside roughly.

The two of them don't know what criteria his differential treatment is based on, probably ownership.

Walking into his bedroom, the congestion was much better, and probably Klein also knew that sleeping in the ocean of knowledge was easy to drown.

"Sit down, do you want something to drink?"

Klein asked.

"But all I have here is bottled water and bags of sweet tea."

He added.

"No, let's get to the point."

Lu Mingfei said.

Although the young man in front of him did not look like a cultist, he had no interest in greeting him.

"Well, what do you want to ask?"

Klein snuggled into his chair like a cat coming home.

A little polite, but not much.

"What's the deal with the tattoos on you?"

Lu Mingfei asked straight to the point.

"Oh, it's a talisman."

Klein said.

"And it's not a tattoo, it's just a tattoo."

He stretched out his arm and rubbed it vigorously on a piece of the tattoo, which immediately became a patch.

"Be detailed."

"Okay. I found this symbol in a book about primitive culture, and then I found similar symbols in other places. ”

"This symbol does not have a fixed name, 'stigma', 'divine pattern', or 'heavenly book', but I call it the 'old seal'."

Klein introduced.

Elder Sign, the mark of the past.

"What's the use of it?"

Lu Mingfei asked again.

"There are many theories, primitive people thought it could defend against beasts, Sumerians believed that it was tattooed on the body, and after death it was better treated in the aps."

The Sumerian civilization is one of the oldest civilizations that can be verified, and the Aps are the Hades of Sumerian mythology.

Both gods and men will be treated differently in the Aps after they die, depending on what they did in life.

"There are many other statements, and I won't list them all. Because according to my research, the old seal does not have these effects, and it has only one function. ”

After a long series of words in one breath, Klein paused for a moment.

"What?"

Lu Mingfei asked after waiting for him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Used to disgust certain beings."

Klein said.

"Disgusted?"

"Yes, I saw in a book called 'Shadows in the Mountains' where the protagonist and his friends were exploring in the mountains and encountered a group of terrifying monsters. They fled behind a stone engraved with an old seal, and the monsters stopped their pursuit. But after they tried to shoot, the monsters angrily overturned the stone and tore them apart. ”

Klein's eloquence is not bad, and he tells a short story vividly.

"This confirms my suspicion that they just hate the old seals, but they are not very afraid."

"Who is the author of that book?"

"I don't know, it's a manuscript, bought from the thrift market, it's been changed at least seven or eight times, and the seller doesn't know who the original owner is."

Crane shrugged.

"Are you referring to some of the monsters?"

Lu Mingfei asked again.

"More than that, a lot, I don't know what they are, I don't know where they are, but I know they exist."

Klein spoke, his eyes blurring again.

"Genuine books are no longer available."

He said calmly.

"No, that's the price you said!"

Klein immediately came to his senses.

Lu Mingfei didn't think about his strange performance, this kind of person who is engaged in research is somewhat neurotic, whether it is engaged in science and technology or humanities, he is used to it.

"Are you putting so many old marks on your body just in case they exist?"

He pointed to Klein's tattoo.

"That's right. However, I don't recommend that you ask any further. This knowledge is too dangerous for you ordinary people. ”

Klein said kindly.

"Poof."

Fingal, who had been silent, didn't hold back and laughed.

Lu Mingfei is an ordinary person, this is probably the most outstanding joke of this century.

I don't know if the dragons who were hacked to death by Lu Mingfei would jump out of their cocoons in anger when they heard this.

Klein glanced at Fingal suspiciously, but didn't say anything.

He has always had a lack of interest in things that have nothing to do with research.

"It's okay, I'm a professional."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Okay then, since you insist."

Crane got up and pulled out a large book from the drawer of his bedside table.

The book is thick, at least a few hundred pages, and it is made of sheepskin, which can cost a lot of money when you look at it.

On the cover of coated paper, the title of the book is written in English.

“Necronomicon”

Necronomicon.

(End of chapter)