Trafford’s Trading Club

Actually, if you think about it, it's really hard to be a clue if you just leave a piece of work note —— when it's about a person who's disappeared.

But if there's anything else out there, it might be different.

When Claudia pulled out another piece of information, it didn't seem too unexpected that Boss Lo and the maid... they waited quietly for Claudia to deliver the information in her bag.

At this time, Claudia, despite having taken this information out, could still see that she was hesitant… to tell the whole story.

Obviously, before that, she hadn't even thought about removing what her father Shegatu had left behind so easily - even if she had taken it out by then, she was still hesitant.

This is a strange magic in the whole [Butterfly Club] department, which calms her anxious mind down gradually... maybe it doesn't matter... it's actually okay to say it here - it's probably the idea, though strange, that doesn't seem prominent.

The anxiety inside seemed to have been touched by quiet hands and eventually calmed down, and Claudia finally spread the information in her hand on the table in front of Boss Lo.

“In fact, my father was invited to an archaeological event before he disappeared.” Claudia whispered slowly: “But I don't know what the archaeological team was looking for… what I do know is that they all seem to have signed confidentiality agreements. ”

As Claudia spoke, Lochu curiously took the information on the table and looked at it - obviously it was only a copy… but also a copy of the photograph.

“Are these photographs taken while your father was in archaeological work?” Rochu suddenly asked.

Claudia nodded: "It should be said… that after my father finished his archaeological work, he locked himself in the study, or in the studio, day and night —— the photographs on these copies were the most he could see. ”

“Miss Claudia, did your father say anything when he was studying these things?” The maid took these copies from the owner's hand and took a look at them, then asked softly.

Claudia shook her head: "My father almost never talked to me about these things, and he said I couldn't talk to him. You know, I'm studying mathematics, but he's studying theology... do you see anything? ”

The maid did not speak at this time, but simply dropped the information on her hand and then gave Claudia a look to continue.

“I don't know exactly what happened to my father.” Claudia held her arms tight at the moment, "Sometimes he gets very weird... you know, he's a very gentle man, but all of a sudden he gets very agitated, and on several occasions I've seen him talk about the studio smashing... and eventually he just disappears. ”

“Are the last words on the note directly related to this information?” Boss Lo thought about it and asked.

Claudia nodded: “I think so, I told you this was his work note... in fact, you can go ahead and look at some of the records of his research into these photographs... like some kind of translation, but I don't get it either. But I think this may require theological knowledge, which is why I chose to supplement my theological knowledge this semester… but unfortunately, I still don't understand this stuff. ”

Rochu looked again at the photo content on the copy, “These photographs are probably the archaeological content of your father… If you think that his disappearance was due to these things, have you thought about asking the members of the archaeological team at the time? ”

“In fact, I've tried, but I've failed.” Claudia shook her head.

“Failed? ”

Claudia nodded: “I tried to go to some people on the continuous archaeological team… I actually got in touch with only one of them in an email from my father's studio computer. But in fact, when I followed the information in the mail, I found that there was no such person —— all I knew was that person's nickname. ”

Boss Luo suddenly moved - this is a kind of six-sensor-like super intuition given to him by his unparalleled abilities, "nickname… what nickname? ”

“Golden eyes.” Claudia thought about it and said directly.

[Golden eyes]

When he heard the name again, Rochu was not too surprised - even at the moment he seemed so calm that Claudia didn't know the name [Golden Eyes], which had actually been associated many times with the mysterious newborn in front of him.

“Can't you really reach this golden eye?” Boss Lo asked again.

Claudia nodded: “I asked for the help of a classmate with good hacking skills, who said that all the information [Golden Eyes] was disguised, and he had no way to trace the real information from the other party via email...”

Speaking of which, Claudia suddenly had a feeling of panicking God. She lowered her head and seemed to tremble slightly: "What exactly is this archaeological team, what exactly are they examining, and why did my father mysteriously disappear... what does this information he left behind, and what does it mean in his notes? These things come up in my head every day... many times, many times, I've made a lot of mathematical models, trying to figure out the connections —— but the deeper I think, the more I feel a sense of fear... you know? You know, I feel like I'm wrapped up in some kind of darkness, and I can't breathe. ”

“Miss Claudia, this is Los Angeles tea. Drink it and you'll feel better.” The maid suddenly warned.

“Thank you.” Claudia said, picking up the quilt and taking a small bite, then smiling bitterly: "Actually, I'm not really a mystic, I've always been skeptical about mysticism because I believe everything can be analyzed through science… but I really feel scared. What I'm afraid of is not something mysterious, but something behind it that seems like a big conspiracy. ”

“Perhaps your father just can't tell you anything.” Boss Lo spoke comfortingly.

Claudia sighed, "In fact, for me at this stage, it's probably best not to hear from my father - at least, I don't have to give him the conclusion of death until there's definitive evidence. ”

She finally appealed slowly, as if she had relaxed a lot - presumably due to the release of some of the pressure after the conversation.

“Let's see, Miss Claudia.” Lochu pointed to what was on the table and said, "If you don't mind, would you let me just copy this information… and some of the contents of this note as well? ”

Claudia silenced for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter if you want it… In fact, I took a copy of it to the police station. It's only been six months, and I think it's all sunk under the sheriff's desk. ”

“Thank you for your trust, Miss Claudia.” Lochu nodded, "don't worry, I'll make sure this information doesn't leak out of me without special circumstances. ”

Claudia looked over her head at the two freshmen in front of her and suddenly said: "It's strange, since today is the first time we've met, we've been talking about so many things… And I don't know why, I feel like I can trust you all. ”

Boss Lo said positively: “This is our greatest compliment… Thank you, Miss Claudia. ”

Claudia shook her head and laughed: “It always feels like you know five-star hotel waiters... family education relationships? ”

Lochu laughed without saying a word.

Claudia has not chosen to stay since then - in her words, the theology she now teaches every day has taken up a lot of her time, and although it has not left her with the mathematics subjects she had originally majored in, it is clear that there has been little progress, so she has to compress her time off to continue her mathematics studies.

Lunch breaks are an important part of her daily studies, so she does not intend to waste them.

“Miss Claudia, if we find anything, we'll let you know the first time.” Lochu and the maid stood at the door of the [Butterfly Agency] department and saw Claudia leave.

……

Leaving Claudia at the old school building where the [Butterfly Agency] department is located, she ran quickly on the campus trail - heading towards the dining room.

Boss Lo finally retrieved his gaze from the window of the department room, and he turned around and the maid picked up the photocopies of the photographs left by Professor Shegatu again at this time.

“Can you read it out?” Boss Lo suddenly asks - if the maid can't read it, then he probably has only two choices - to learn how to read it himself or to buy information directly from the altar.

“It's a Sanskrit, master.” The maid flickered the hairs in her ears at this time, "and was also a rarely used Sanskrit… tribes using this Sanskrit should now have no future generations to survive. ”

Once Boss Luo heard it, he knew that the all-powerful maid had not disappointed him again, “These photos should be combined like murals and other information... what is the approximate statement? ”

The maid took this pile and started walking slowly in the department... she stopped from time to time and then wrote something on a blank piece of paper with a pen.

Boss Luo didn't bother her at this time, just gave the maid a smile when she looked at herself and revealed her thoughts.

“Probably, master. ”

Suddenly, the maid circled the pencil in her hand several times between her fingers, and then raised her head, her eyes glistening: “From the text revealed in these photographs… the mural or tablet behind this photograph appears to contain information that seems to be [Aksha Records] - but these photographs are incomplete, so I am not sure for the moment whether this was due to a shooting error or whether the original subject was missing so many relationships. ”

“You mean... [Aksha Records]?” Boss Lo frowned lightly at the moment - there aren't many things that can make him do this.

“Because the information in these photographs is incomplete, I am not sure whether this is a simple introduction or a specific orientation… unless we can get a complete engraving.” The maid thought about it.

“In fact, it is enough to know that at present.” Lochu smiled slightly, “At least we made progress from the beginning, didn't we? ”

The maid whispered, "Master... are you going to play the decryption game this time? ”

But Boss Luo said, "[Butterfly Club] today is the first time we open... so let's have a big opening offer - so, beautiful lady, aren't you going to have lunch with me? ”

“Of course." The maid picked up the skirt and gave it a gentle gift.

……

……

Hands close to your body and the overall grey, ghost-like mass is slowly floating around the university premises - if a student or faculty member can see it, you'll probably be frightened.

Because it's not just a ghost at the moment, it's even throwing up a long tongue - like hanging a ghost.

Let's call the group "Ghost Nero" —— it was spit out of the body by Nero and eventually followed by Mr. Pudding to the university campus.

But in fact, [Ghost Nero] didn't really get inside the university - it had to wander around in a limited number of buildings at the moment.

The university has a long history and has undergone several extensions - its true interior is the seminary and some other ancient subjects, but these areas seem to be guardian enough to keep [Ghost Nero] out of reach.

Of course... just because [Ghost Nero] is just a breath out of Nero, basically it has nothing to do with the power. If Nero comes here instead of the body, it probably won't be stopped by this strange power.

Because, even in [Ghost Nero] 's view, this strange force that blocks itself is not so powerful - it can't break through, just because Nero is so sloppy that it makes him such a weak chicken.

“Stop wandering around here, you'll scare the students here. ”

Coldly, Teacher Pudding's voice appeared behind [Ghost Nero] - he turned around and saw Teacher Pudding carrying a bag of soap at this time, not knowing when it was coming.

[Ghost Nero] Even more naughty than Miss Nero. At this point, she pulled her curtains directly and made a ghost face, “Mind my business! ”

Teacher Pudding shook her head: “This school has some kind of guardian, the average ghost or something is hard to get close to, and it will continue to drain your power... you won't be able to remain invisible soon, it will scare people... come with me. ”

Speaking, whether or not [Ghost Nero] said yes, Teacher Pudding walked straight ahead.