[292 – Lin Jie’s father]

“correct.”

Lin Jie suddenly stopped Mo En, who was about to walk out the door, and then rummaged under the counter and took out a white woolen scarf.

He smiled at Mo En and said, “Winter is almost here, I just took out the scarf and washed it not long ago. This is the one I used before. You can use it temporarily. I will take you to buy a new one in the past two days. Now the weather is getting colder. Soon, it will be fine in the store, go out and be careful to catch a cold.”

Mo En came back, stood obediently in front of the counter, reached out to catch the scarf, and was stunned by the soft and plush touch in his hand.

The scarf… It turned out to be like this, a bit like Xiaobai’s fur, but softer and warmer.

The girl carefully grasped the fabric in her hand.

Lin Jie looked at Mo En’s stunned expression, patted his head, and said, “Forget, you probably haven’t used a scarf before – come here and bow your head.”

He picked up the woolen scarf in Morn’s hand again, then leaned forward over the counter and put his hand around Morn’s neck, tying it in a nice knot.

“You’re done.”

Lin Jie adjusted the position with satisfaction, and looked at the girl who had evolved into the “Moen Winter Scarf Limited Edition” in front of her. Most of her small face was buried in the folded white wool scarf, which made her look better. petite.

Moen turned his head to the side, rubbed the edge of the scarf with the tip of his nose curiously, and felt his breath gather in the fabric, making his body warm. Remember the URL m.xswang. com

“Scarves are a good thing. Adding an extra scarf in winter is equivalent to adding an extra piece of clothing.”

Lin Jie raised a finger and spoke with certainty.

Morn nodded thoughtfully.

Lin Jie touched Mo En’s head and smiled: “Okay, let’s go, Xiaobai is a stupid pet, it is easy to be coveted by bad people, if he is kidnapped, it will not be worth the loss… and this There are many social perverts, people who don’t like cats, maybe they can do very cruel things, Xiaobai is very dangerous outside.”

Moen hummed to show his understanding, turned and walked out of the bookstore, and closed the door.

Lin Jie waved at her and watched her go out. Then he let out a sigh of relief. His smile gradually disappeared. He sat down and picked up the notebook again and opened it.

His eyes stayed on the words “Professor Lin” and “Professor Zhang” stained with blood on the pages.

Because of the same surname as Lin, and this Professor Lin was obviously the leader of the archaeological operation, Lin Jie paid special attention to this character from the very beginning.

but……

“There is still too little information in this notebook. Judging from these diaries, it is clear that the owner of the notebook is not close to this Professor Lin, or even has little overlap at all.”

“He is just an ordinary member of the entire archaeological team. He is only responsible for his own job. He is lucky to live for a long time. If he can’t get in touch with the core of this operation, he has no way of knowing what their purpose is.”

Although Lin Jie didn’t hear any information about this project before crossing, it proved that most of it died without a problem… Think about it, the entire archaeological team is basically dead, and the construction team still on the ground and the research institute may also be Suffering, who dares to continue?

However, before that, who is supplying this archaeological team?

The research institute mentioned in the notes, or something else?

These, just from this notebook, there is no way to know.

This “Professor Lin” and “Professor Zhang” repeatedly played the role of a driver. When more than half of the team was killed or injured, and there were unknown deadly creatures infested, they still chose to move forward. Someone will be sent to the rescue.

It’s hard to say there aren’t problems inside.

Lin Jie rubbed the rough paper and hesitated: “Professor Lin…he is in his thirties, but he has done archaeological work for seven or eight years, if he hadn’t died at the time.”

He actually had a vague guess in his mind.

Among the people Lin Jie knew, there was actually an old professor surnamed Lin who could perfectly meet these conditions.

Professor Lin’s real name is Lin Minghai. He graduated from the archaeology department of a prestigious school at a young age. He went abroad for further studies and returned to work. His name has been included in many major archaeological discoveries. He has a rich resume and became a well-known authority at the age of 37. Professor, peach and plum are all over the world.

In addition, after these glamorous resumes, Professor Lin has a relatively unimportant identity.

That is the father of the man named Lin Jiezhi.

Lin Jie looked at the note in his hand and murmured in a low voice, “In his thirties… I remember that the accident happened when he was about forty years old.”

Lin Minghai, who had such brilliant achievements in his youth, never participated in any archaeological work after the age of forty.

There is no other reason. It was when he was forty years old that he unfortunately had a car accident. Not only did he have both legs amputated, but he could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

After less than two years of marriage, his wife who was eight months pregnant also died after barely giving birth in the operating room.

Such a major blow made him quickly depressed, and his mental state was getting worse.

At the beginning, Lin Minghai could maintain a normal life, but gradually he became unconscious, and when Lin Jie was sixteen years old, he chose to take sleeping pills at home and turn on the gas to commit suicide.

When Lin Jie passed through, he admitted that he had no worries, and Lin Minghai played a huge role in it.

He chose folklore as his major, and at such a young age he was able to accumulate a lot of practical experience and publish books and works. The “family origin” also played a crucial role in it.

However, because of Lin Minghai’s mental problems, Lin Jie usually learned about his past experiences from his students, which was not comprehensive, and he doesn’t remember much now.

“The old professor had a lot of psychological problems in the past. Professor Zhang was the psychiatrist in charge of him at that time, and they got married later…”

——Those who have achieved great success now often comfort Lin Jie like this when they come to visit.

Lin Jie recalled this and sighed.

Professor Zhang, yes, the second year after Lin Minghai became a professor, he married a female doctor who had been in charge of his psychological problems for a long time. This doctor was named Zhang Caiyong.

Professor Lin, Professor Zhang… everything seems clear.

Lin Jie habitually crossed his hands and supported his chin, staring at the notebook in front of him: “The problem is, they all talk about car accidents, I have also secretly investigated, and there is indeed a record of this car accident, including hospitalization, The surveillance at the time … was either a coincidence or someone was covering it up.”

“The only clue is that the only other person whose full name has appeared in this notebook.”

“—Professor Lin’s student, Duan Xuemin!”

Lin Jie closed his eyes. He had seen the rolls of old students at home. There were a lot of surnames, at least three or four, but he couldn’t remember the exact names.

“Duan Xuemin… Research Institute… Notebook…”

“notebook……”

Lin Jie suddenly closed the notebook in his hand and turned to the cover.

He remembered where he had seen such a notebook.