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Chapter 21 Pete's Diary

That is, there was one thing missing from Jim's closet, and it was probably his favorite, treasured, most boyish thing.

Everyone else has such an item, but he doesn't, which is weird in itself.

If it was just that he was thinking too much, because Jim was the boss and the strongest thing, so he was special, then You Qi had nothing to say.

but……

"Have you ever thought about what Jim is?" Youqi suddenly said.

The original poem froze for a moment, then frowned: "Judging from the items in this room, it seems that only Jim has the most wonderful things. He is a diary, a pendant, and a key. Others are all scattered, or Something more or less childish. I think he might be a boss or something."

"But here comes the problem. The task is to find Jim. If Jim is the boss, it means let us find the boss." The original poem said softly, "Then it is not only about finding the boss, but also whether we can survive after facing the boss. Down issue."

"According to the urine nature of the game world, I'm inclined to think that it will set up some traps to induce us to lift the boss's restrictions. Whether we can survive at that time will be a problem. There is also a time buffer between completing the mission and leaving the game."

Set some traps...

You Qi raised his eyelids, pinching the book in his hand with his knuckles.

Well, this is not in his hands.

"So the way to complete the task is still a bit confusing. Even if there are props... how about props, generally speaking, they can't kill the boss, at most they can only delay time."

The original poem is still making self-speculation, "And the props with great lethality need to pay a price. Your revolver's lethality is considered to be upper-middle, and the price must be paid. Maybe it will continue to attract things. "

"Aren't you afraid?" Hearing this, Youqi raised his eyes and asked her.

"Don't be afraid." Yuan Shi chuckled, her fair face became more and more transparent under the light of the flashlight. Although she had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, she was very calm overall.

"You dare to be so reckless as a rookie. I, an old man, have to persevere no matter what."

When the original poem said this, there was a hint of ridicule. Her lips were very thin, and the red lips were full of beads, mixed with a classical flavor. At this time, they were slightly raised, and even her eyes seemed to be a little brighter.

You Qi has nothing to say.

He had no choice but to put away the keys, "Postscript" and the pendant first, and put them all in his trouser pocket, then fumbled in the other trouser pocket, and took out a small red book.

Seeing that he took out another strange thing, the original poem couldn't help being slightly surprised: "This is...?"

[Peter's Diary (True): A fairy tale written by Pete himself. ]
The light blue floating screen popped up instantly, and the item introduction has not changed after so many things. It seems that this is the final version.

There should be no danger.

You held up the flashlight with one hand, held up the diary with the other hand, and handed it to the original poem for her to read.

"I found it on the fifth floor, but I didn't tell you. This should be Pete's diary, but it's red. I think it's a bit special, so I took it down."

What made him more concerned was the word 'true' behind it.

What's the meaning?It means that the hundreds of diaries on the bookshelf on the fifth floor are all fake?
The original poem was a little surprised. The cover of this red diary looks like cowhide. There are no words on it. It is pure and bright red, as if it has not dried after being soaked in blood. It looks a little creepy.

Her slender fingertips touched the diary lightly, and then turned it over.

"Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you pulled out any bazooka now."

Yuan Shi glanced at him and said with a tease, "You really dare to take it down... I really don't have to worry about bringing some weird things down..."

You Qi twitched his lips when he said this.

"I'm afraid it's impossible to be afraid."

The bright cowhide cover was opened, and the first page was a yellowed white paper.

There are still no words, and the entire yellowed paper has a heavy sense of age, as if it has been stored for a long time, the whole paper is a little stiff, and it feels cold to the touch.

Turning over the page of the original poem, the paper in my hand made a stiff folding sound, and then I saw a piece of incomprehensible text.

It looks like it was written with an old-fashioned quill pen, dipped in ink, and the ink is smudged in some places.

"..." Youqi fell silent.

He can not understand.

It looks like English, but You Qi can assure you that it is definitely not English.

"This is..." The original poem held down the letter on the first line, "Latin?"

"Huh?" You Qi was stunned for a moment, "Do you understand?"

"I have learned it before, professionally." The original poem only briefly explained, "This diary seems... not only in Latin, Spanish, French, Russian, English, it feels—"

She quickly flipped through a few pages, "It seems that the Germanic language family and the Latin language family...many languages ​​appear in this diary, all of which are used interchangeably."

"..." This is not something normal people can read.

The original poem frowned slightly, "It seems to be basically scattered, interspersed with things recorded in various languages."

"I've studied languages ​​before, so I'll give it a try."

She touched the book lightly with her fingertips, and then quickly translated the original sentence, so fast that it was almost ten lines at a glance:

"Finally out of the lab today, I am very happy. But they were obviously very worried about my health, so they locked me in the top floor of the hospital. I don't know how many children are here, but I hope they all survive .”

"I feel very uncomfortable today. The doctor came to see me and said that my body is slowly changing, and it is in a good direction. Discomfort is just a necessary process, but I am very worried."

"Mr. Watt asked me today why I wrote so many diaries, and I said it was because I was bored. To be honest, I was really afraid that I would forget all this because of the experiment, so I chose to record these, but they obviously don't know my intelligence The level is already very high (I also write a holiday diary every day to confuse them), so I took this small notebook to record it, so that it can be hidden behind the bookshelf, and no one can find it.”

"I can hardly believe it! My little diary was found! The nurses knocked over the bookshelves when they came to clean the room! They are all very sensitive and found the smallest notebook right away, even though they were all a very ordinary brown-gray. Fortunately, they don’t understand them. I have learned so many languages, interspersed with notes, and no one can understand. Remarks: Fortunately, this book is not often recorded, and there is only a little content. I told them that I messed up words when I was bored. It's written."

"I saw a child running up today. It seems that he had no dinner because of a mistake. He was hungry. I gave him something to eat. We are all very poor."

"I'm in a bad mood today, and I feel that the changes in my body are becoming more and more obvious. I have been here for a long time, and I have..."

"Damn it! I can barely hold my fingers! They've locked me up...damn, how many years have I been locked up?"

"I can't d"

Stopped abruptly.

　Sorry for the delay today due to personal matters, resulting in only one update

　　
　
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