Free Web NovelThe newly created account was rejected by the Monster Story Chat Group, which deepened Lu Yibei's suspicion of the Monster Story Chat Group that Pharaoh and others were once part of, but she did not make a hasty judgment.
It's also possible that the new account's level was too low and the information was not complete enough, leading to a polite rejection as an advertising or marketing account.
As for IP lookup, although the probability is relatively low, it is also possible.
Isn't it common sense that'sand sculpture' netizens can do anything? If you can't even do an IP lookup, are you embarrassed to call yourself a'sand sculpture' netizen?
After going back tomorrow, I'll first try to create a more realistic-looking account, then log in on a different computer and try again.
If it still doesn't work, I'll have to wait until I finish telling Jiang Li the'story' and she finishes investigating and is no longer paying attention to my account before trying with the original account. Lu Yibei thought.
Hopefully, this chat group, which might be hiding urban legend and lone Psychic, will be a bit more resilient and not be wiped out by Jiang Li.
After researching the Monster Story Chat Group for a while, the now idle Lu Yibei half-lay on the sofa, playing with her broken phone, and only then realized how boring life was without a normal phone.
She missed White Little Flower a little, wondering if White Little Flower, staying alone in the cold game world, was also this lonely and bored.
Thinking of this, Lu Yibei secretly made a fierce resolve in her heart, 'When I get back, I must buy a good new phone!'
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Huacheng Institute of Technology, Special Text Content Research Laboratory.
Professor Ma was hunched over his desk, immersed in the study of the special characters on the bamboo slip.
Although, earlier, when Lu Yibei was examining the bamboo slip, a series of bizarre events occurred, and reason told him that he should not research the bamboo slip again in a short period. ƒrēewebnovel.com
However, he just couldn't help it; whenever he was idle, his mind was filled with thoughts of the bamboo slip.
He didn't know if there was some strange power on the bamboo slip luring him, or if a strong thirst for knowledge was driving him, or perhaps both.
In short, after returning from the police station, he immediately plunged into the study of the bamboo slip, greedily absorbing its content, oblivious to the outside world, as if in this world, only he and the roll of bamboo slip in front of him remained.
Professor Ma compared the special characters on the bamboo slip with other similar texts, translating them intermittently, while talking to himself, as if this method was more conducive to his thinking.
'Does this part mean 'black great snake'? Was the ancient person who wrote this bamboo slip worshipping a snake totem?'
'Mountains, flowing... This should be an exaggerated description of the object of worship, right?'
In primitive societies around the world, the phenomenon of snake totem worship is not uncommon.
The well-known Fuxi and Nuwa, Wadjet in Egyptian mythology, Naga in Indian mythology, and ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the Feathered Serpent God in Mesoamerican mythology all belong to snake totem worship.
And in this type of worship, more or less, the totems they worship are endowed with some supernatural abilities based on the local geography, such as life or death, flight and thunder...
Therefore, it is not strange that the snake totem worshipped in the bamboo slip was endowed with the characteristics of mountains and rivers.
During his research on special text content, Professor Ma had encountered similar totem worship many times and did not fully take this description to heart for a while, merely recording the translated content on a manuscript beside him.
After jotting down a few key terms on the manuscript, he adjusted his glasses, refocused his attention on the bamboo slip, pulled his chair forward, and moved closer to the desk.
Just then, something slipped out of his jacket pocket, fell to the floor, and made a soft 'Ding!' sound.
Professor Ma was startled, looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a smooth and shiny Kaiyuan Tongbao coin lying in the corner by the desk, reflecting a faint light, as if silently telling something.
'How did it fall out?' Professor Ma mumbled, bent down to pick up the coin, and put it back into his jacket pocket.
When he sat up straight again, ready to continue studying the bamboo slip, he suddenly realized that the sky outside had completely darkened at some point.
He glanced at his watch in a panic, cursing inwardly.
The time was 8:47 PM; it had been dark for nearly three hours.
He had actually been so engrossed in his research that he had stayed in the laboratory until this time without noticing. If the coin hadn't inexplicably fallen out of his pocket and made a sound, he might have stayed even later.
Since it's already this late, why not...
Professor Ma thought, his gaze involuntarily shifting to the bamboo slip, a deep reluctance appearing in his eyes.
Perhaps due to being hunched over for too long and mental fatigue, his mind experienced a brief blankness and dizziness.
However, at that very moment, the scene of He Ruo being attacked by a Strange Tale during the day and the scene of Lu Yibei examining the bamboo slip flashed through his mind again, sending a chill down his spine.
'Bang—!'
Professor Ma covered the bamboo slip with the manuscript, forcing himself not to look at it, shook his head vigorously, and then haphazardly stuffed it into the wooden box used for storage.
'No, no, I have to go.' He mumbled, restraining his urge to continue researching the bamboo slip, picked up the wooden box, and walked straight to the storage room.
After putting the rustic wooden box containing the bamboo slip back into the storage room and locking the door securely, Professor Ma still felt his head spinning. He leaned against the door to rest for a while, then turned and went to the laboratory's restroom.
The laboratory's restroom was about the same size as a regular home bathroom, but it lacked bathing facilities and had an extra stall, separated by partitions similar to those in public restrooms.
'Creak—splash—!' Accompanied by the soft sound of turning the tap, clean, clear water continuously poured out of the faucet.
Professor Ma bent down and repeatedly cupped his hands, splashing clear water on his face until the feeling of dizziness in his head subsided. Only then did he stop, stand up straight, and take out a handkerchief to wipe the water droplets from his face.
The soft touch of the cotton handkerchief brushed against his face, and in the darkness, a faint foul odor drifted into his nostrils.
Smelling that familiar stench, a sense of foreboding rose in Professor Ma's heart. His body stiffened, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
In his line of sight, an Old man with a pale face, full of wrinkles, and cloudy eyes stood rigidly in front of him.
Professor Ma's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively took half a step back. After seeing that the lifeless Old man in front of him was actually his own reflection in the mirror, a wry smile appeared on his face.
Truly, he was getting old and useless. When he was young, even after staying up for several nights in a row, his complexion wouldn't be this bad.
Perhaps, I really should listen to my wife and go back earlier every day, and join her in dancing square dance before it gets dark to strengthen my body.
With my clumsy hands and feet, twisting and turning in the square must look quite ridiculous, right?
Professor Ma thought self-deprecatingly, put away his handkerchief, and prepared to leave to reunite with his wife earlier.
Just as he pushed open the restroom door, as if it were a hallucination, the lights in the laboratory seemed to dim slightly.
book shelfs, desks and chairs, and various experimental equipment cast large shadows around, and his vision was hazy, as if there was fog, or as if he was looking through frosted glass.
The window in the southeast corner of the room, near the school's Gate No. 4, had opened at some point.
Gusts of wind poured in from outside the window, causing the dark blue curtains to dance, like a bizarre figure twisting its soft limbs.
The wind outside was strong, carrying the chill of a late autumn night, and the temperature in the laboratory seemed to have dropped slightly as a result. The books and documents on the desk rustled in the wind, as if an invisible person was flipping through them.
Something has entered the laboratory.
This thought suddenly popped into Professor Ma's mind. freёweɓnovel.com
Although, apart from the window that had opened at some point, the laboratory looked the same as it did before he entered the restroom, with no changes, and all the displays were quietly placed there.
However, he just felt that something was different, as if someone had moved something and then put it back in its original place.
This was a meticulous person, whose keen intuition was developed from working in the same place for over a decade, day in and day out.
It was like a computer that a child had played with, or a place where his wife had searched for hidden money; even if the naked eye couldn't discern it, he could vaguely feel that something was different.
'Clatter—!' A soft sound echoed in an unseen place, like the sound of a book being knocked to the ground, and then the entire laboratory fell into a dead silence again.
The intruder hasn't left yet!?
Professor Ma's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart filled with dread.
He suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the entire laboratory had become strange, as if a person was hiding in every corner that his sight could not reach.
Corner of the wall, under the office desk, the gaps between book shelfs, even behind the restroom door which was close at hand...
They were curled up, concealed in the shadows, with strange smiles on their faces, silently watching him with malicious eyes.
...
Professor Ma's heart pounded, goosebumps rose all over his body, and his back felt a little cold. He didn't dare to think further.
He tiptoed back into the restroom.
Gently locking the restroom door from the inside, Professor Ma's hands trembled as he fumbled in his jacket pocket for a while, searching for the three First Light Spring Wind Curses that Lu Yibei had given him for self-defense.
He placed two of them respectively in front of the door and on the windowsill, held one in his hand, retreated to a corner far from the main door, and then took out the pillbox from his inner pocket.
Although he hadn't personally experienced a Strange Tale incident, having lived for so long, he had heard quite a few.
In many Strange Tale incidents, the victims were not directly killed by the Strange Tale, but were scared to death.
So...
Take two antihypertensive pills first!
Otherwise, waiting for rescue while not being able to withstand the fright and scaring himself to death would be quite frustrating.
Professor Ma thought, poured out two pills from the pillbox, put them into his mouth, then took out his phone, found Lu Yibei's number in his contacts, and started composing a message.
Perhaps it was a hallucination, but the moment the door closed, the foul odor lingering in the air seemed to become even stronger.
It was as if the source of the stench, in a place beyond his sight, was gradually approaching...
