"Oh?" Huggins was intrigued, "tell me what you think." ”

"Oh. Yang Yi glanced at Huggins to make sure that it was not the other party who was laughing at him, so he thought for a while and said, "I guess that maybe the purpose of them repairing them is to deliberately not conform to the standard rail, so as to facilitate their own special purpose." Well, even make them special beings. As for what is the special purpose, the amount is ...... This, I think, could it have something to do with monopoly? In a sense, they seem to be a bit of self-preservation. ”

Huggins shook his head and said: "Under China's big economic conditions, especially in 1998, the French could not do it, and no country could monopolize China. Self-protection doesn't make sense, I don't mean to look down on Chinese, but in terms of national thinking, the Oriental nation is more introverted, it is an introverted mode of thinking, and the Chinese is far inferior to the French compared to aggressiveness. ”

Yang Yi was embarrassed: "Well, I don't know about this." ”

Huggins looked at Yang Yi strangely: "This can indeed be regarded as another mystery of Sakie, why are you suddenly interested in this? I mean, why did you suddenly think to study these railways? They are so inconspicuous." ”

Yang Yi's face was slightly red, and he said, "I don't know the way, when my eyes fell on it, I had a special feeling, and I began to pay attention to it." ”

"Something special?" Hutchinson mused: "The first element of perception in the study of the occult is to have a special sense of something or phenomenon. He suddenly put down the bag under his armpit and said with a smile: "Let's analyze it in the old way." How many have you noticed?"

"Five-of-a-kind. I searched the map and found only five. There seems to be a pattern in the distribution between them, could it be a coincidence?"

"Whether it's a coincidence or not is waiting for us to find out. Hutchinson took out a pen and handed it to Yang Yi, "You left, me right?"

Yang Yi took it with a smile, and together with Hutchinson, he began to draw from the left and right.

The process of depiction is quick and simple, just use a pen to blacken the railway line and show it clearly, without being hidden by other variegated stripes. Soon, the railway line was outlined by the two of them, and it happened to be a five-pointed star.

Yang Yi didn't feel anything, and when Hutchinson finished the last stroke, he suddenly thought of something when the pentagram appeared, and his face suddenly changed.

Yang Yi noticed that the pen in Hutchinson's hand was suddenly snapped by him with an abnormal force, and the remaining part of the paper broke out, poking a hole in the map with a snort.

Yang Yi was slightly startled, turned his head to look at Hutchinson, and suddenly found that this personable scholar had turned pale in a very short time, his face was like a thick dark cloud, and his green eyes were full of horror.

"No, no, no! Hutchinson whispered, taking a few steps back and looking at the map with a global perspective. After just one glance, he couldn't stop trembling and moaned in a low voice: "Who will tell me if this is true?"

Yang Yi was really panicked at this time, and asked in a low voice, "Professor, what's going on?"

Hutchinson rushed back with a speed that a fifty-year-old would never do, grabbed the film and printed it on the map, so fast that before Yang Yi could see what was visible, he quickly folded the film and put it in his bag. In just a few movements, in the cool weather, this person's forehead instantly oozed sweat droplets!

"Oh God! Hutchinson's voice was full of panic, and he whispered to himself: "Circular, five-star railway line, St. Hubble's cathedral in the center, every six hundred and sixty expansions. Oh my God!

The shattered voice made Yang Yi not understand anything, only to see that the greenery in Hutchinson's eyes became deeper and deeper, and finally transformed into an unpredictable and uncertain green.

"Professor, Professor Hutchinson?" Yang Yi was a little frightened, and kept whispering. But Hutchinson didn't respond, only trembled his mouth and kept saying in English: "Oh, MyGod!" OH——MyGod! Holyshit!”

Yang Yi understood, and the first sentence didn't know whether Lu Dao was frightened or amazed, and the last sentence was a naked foul language under shock.

A personable scholar would also burst out of this?

I was confused and about to ask again, and the class bell rang suddenly!

As if he was shocked, Hutchinson's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly put away the map and shouted: "No one is allowed to say anything about this discovery, do you understand?"

The gentle demeanor was gone, the bald professor's face was full of horror, and the two turquoise pupils shot out like a needle, Yang Yi vaguely felt a little scared, and nodded honestly at the moment.

Hutchinson scrambled away with the map under his arm, forgetting even his bag. Yang Yi hurriedly shouted, "Professor, your bag!"

Hutchinson hurried back again, picked up his bag, looked at Yang Yi's face a few times with a strange look, and asked in a fluctuating voice, "Semian race?"

Yang Yi's heart was furious, and he responded in a low voice: "This is what you said." ”

Hutchinson nodded: "That makes sense." ”

Before Yang Yi could react, Hutchinson had already hurriedly stuffed a phone in Yang Yi's hand and said, "Callme!" The vigilant looked around for a moment, and left in a panic.

Yang Yi opened his mouth wide and stood blankly at the empty blackboard, completely unsure of how to react for a while.

Then, the philosophy teacher arrived, and sure enough, it was a woman in her forties with a zombie face in her thirties with a combed hair, black-rimmed glasses, and a tight-fitting suit. Old-fashioned or rigorous to the point of being impersonal, this is the aura she exudes.

Ji Lianyun came back, quietly stuffed the chicken leg into the hole in Yang Yi's table, turned his head to look at Yang Yi's face, and asked strangely, "What happened?" Why are you so ugly?"

Is it ugly? Professor Hutchinson must have looked even more ugly.

Yang Yi smiled bitterly, and the next two classes had no energy to listen or take notes, and his whole mind revolved around the look of the end of Hutchinson's departure.

What did the old professor see? What did he understand? What scared him so much that he even spoke in his native language? Or was there something really hidden in the mysterious Sakie?

Recall Hutchinson's words: the circle, the five-star railway line, the center of St. Hubble's Cathedral, every six hundred and sixty expansions. What are these broken things put together? Yang Yi tried to piece them together, organically putting these clues together. I didn't know that after a long time of hard work, there was still no result, and the whole two philosophy classes were scrapped.

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