The investigation on Bill's side has not yet come to fruition. Sean plans to first follow the direction that Edward's editor-in-chief gave him last time, and search for clues about the "Judas Ring" in older newspapers and magazines.

In the public reading room of the library at this moment...

Sean, like a floor tile worker, covered the ground with stacks of newspapers and magazines from the past, so that the rare readers thought that they had encountered someone with a mental problem and had to leave the reading room with the book.

From the librarian's point of view, Sean was just here to add to the mess - he took out stacks of dusty old newspapers and magazines, and read them at a fast speed, as if searching for something, but his speed was impossible to read. clear anything.

The unbearable librarian, after seeing Sean holding out a stack of old newspapers again, walked up to Sean angrily: "Sir, I don't understand what you are doing..."

Sean still buried his head in the newspaper, raised one hand, held a brand new $5 between his fingers, and the edge of the note almost scratched the librarian's nose: "I'll put it all back in place after reading it, Don't bother - I only have one request, don't disturb me."

The librarian's expression instantly softened: "Understandable, understandable..." He took off the 5 NZD, turned and left at the same speed as he came.

After two days of soaking in old newspapers, and now that the library is close to closing, Sean stretches in the reading room illuminated by electric lights, his mood is not as relaxed as it seems on the surface:

"I have browsed all the newspapers and magazines in the collection in the past two days. The time span is about 20 years. I haven't found any clues about the Judas ring..."

Sean sighed: "I know the 'silent sign' means a complete ban, but I didn't expect the ban to be so complete - I couldn't find even half of the relevant words.

"There are only two possibilities. First, the Judas Ring was extremely mysterious during its most rampant period, so almost all newspapers could not find any reports about it.

"Secondly, the divine court's control is extremely strong. After the Judah ring became taboo, all relevant newspapers were selected and destroyed..."

Sean propped his elbows on the table, crossed his hands in front of his nose, closed his eyes and pondered for a while.

He always felt that things were a little unnatural: "Edward didn't have to lie to me, he said that there were clues in the newspapers in the past, and he must have seen relevant reports in the previous newspapers.

"However, I just selected a few large newspapers and magazines. The time span is very large, and the date has not been interrupted. How can I not find those reports? Could it be that the Holy Court has reprinted all the issues with reports?

"How is it possible to do such a thing? Why is it necessary to do this?"

"Even if you use the 'self-secret' feature, it's impossible to achieve such an effect!"

With a mess in his head, Sean frowned, feeling that he seemed to have overlooked something important...

"It feels very unnatural, what's going on?"

"Sir." A gentle and polite voice sounded in his ear.

Sean opened his eyes and looked up. It was the administrator who took his own money. He was smiling with eight teeth and folded his hands like a well-trained service staff in a high-end restaurant: "We are closing here. Welcome back tomorrow."

"Got it."

Leaving the library, walking on the street where the street lights are bright and feeling a little chilly, there are no pedestrians, and the mist drifts away from Sean's breath.

"No results from Bill's side, and no progress in browsing old newspapers..."

There is no progress for the time being, which makes Sean full of melancholy at the moment.

However, the current Sean is different from before.

In the past, he felt very insecure walking on the street, always worried that he would be attacked by enemies lurking in the shadows.

Now he... Because of his irritability, he really hopes that someone who does not have long eyes will provoke him, preferably the driver George, so that he can use all kinds of strange power to torture the other party to the point of death, and force him to confess. Leah's whereabouts...

"Just think about it... If the conflict turns to the bright side, it will be detrimental to both me and Arya." Looking at the dimly lit city, Sean exhaled a breath of fog and walked towards home.

It takes about fifteen minutes to walk from the public library to my home, and in the middle pass a dark cemetery.

Sean likes the silence in this area very much, which allows him to calm down and think.

Turning his head to look at the quiet cemetery, where only the street lights illuminate the trees, Sean, who has been depressed all the time, suddenly remembered something, and his back straightened: "There is another place to read the old newspapers! It is very likely that the data has not been processed!"

In the Quest Library, the "Old Book Cemetery" that has subsided to the ground due to geological disasters.

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Sean arrived at the explorer's center early the next morning: "Listening to the introduction from the explorer last time, there seems to be danger lurking in the old book cemetery.

"This time, I won't be called Moonlight -- the task of Undercurrent Street has had a big impact on him, so he needs to rest."

Standing under the building, Sean adjusted the collar of his coat: "This time, I will explore the mystery alone..."

Take the elevator to the basement level again, pass through the association security personnel wearing the red "First Supervisor" mask, the rows of three-dimensional bookshelves, and the central circular part of the cross-shaped layout, Sean walked into the library. in the North District.

Approaching the end of the North District, the three-dimensional bookshelf that has been continuous has been vacant for a section, as if an entire wall has collapsed, unable to block the sight of passers-by.

Sean's eyes passed through this vacancy and saw a marvelous scene.

In the neat and orderly library, there seems to be a temple that is piled up by various books and collapsed due to the passage of time.

The chandeliers of the library shone into the "Old Book Cemetery", and you could see the shape of the vaulted top that peeked out from the ground. There was even a flagpole on it, and a white New Zealand flag was drooping.

"...The whole thing has subsided to the ground, the former 'city library', this is the top of the library."

There are several dark holes in the extension of the vault, and it seems that there are firelights swaying in them~lightnovelpub.net~ The chaos that suddenly appeared in the order, the dilapidated buildings in the ground... These make Sean feel unreal, as if Here is a dream of the past and old books.

Sean took a step and walked onto a road that seemed to be piled up with various old books.

On the road close to the vaulted roof, a warning nameplate was erected: "Explorer Risk Warning: There are valuable materials in the former site of the Municipal Library, and the association encourages explorers to bring out documents of research value from it. After identification, corresponding documents will be given. Rewards. However, there are unknown risks in this area, and it is not recommended for practitioners to enter. It is not recommended for explorers below the Queen level to enter below the third floor - the Risk Control Department of the Explorers Association"

"It's the Risk Control Department again..." Sean remembered Austin, who always seemed capable and strong. "Exploration is a process of making mistakes and mistakes. The Risk Control Department should be the busiest organization in the association..."

Passing through the nameplate and walking to a short distance in front of the vaulted roof, it seemed like a small square piled up with old books. As soon as Sean set foot here, he felt a strange feeling from the left.

Sean turned his head slightly and looked over.

A woman with greasy chestnut hair lay on what looked like a cut-off wall, glasses thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle, resting on a freckled button nose, her eyes magnified to a comical degree.

She was not wearing a mask, wearing a floral sweater and dirty fingerless gloves. She was reading with a few pieces of paper in one hand and nibbling on the nails of the other hand.

Her expression was focused and...weird—the corners of her mouth were clearly smiling, her eyes sometimes revealed fear, and sometimes they shone with excitement, and her whole body seemed to tremble slightly.

"This person..." Sean frowned and had the urge to stay away, "What's going on?"