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墨書 Inktalez
In an old archive located on the outskirts of Tokyo, I was sifting through a stack of yellowed documents. These materials were remnants from the World War II era, most of which had become illegible, but through my special vision, I could still discern the peculiar handwriting.
"What did you find?" Zhou Jing asked.
"It's a personnel list from the Thirteenth Special Task Force," I pointed to one document, dated just a day before Japan's surrender. This unit secretly headed to Antarctica.
The list recorded twenty individuals, each with detailed background descriptions. However, what stood out most was their professions: astronomers, geologists, archaeologists, geneticists—none of this resembled a military unit.
"Strange," Honda Miho remarked. "Why would they send such a team to Antarctica right before the defeat?"
"Because they were tracking some kind of signal," I indicated another document, a nautical log. "Look at their route; it’s unusual. They weren’t heading directly to Antarctica but following a specific path. If we connect these points..."
Jiang Zhendong quickly marked the locations on a map. When all the points were connected, we were stunned: the routes formed a trajectory strikingly similar to a Tai Chi diagram.
"Wait," I suddenly noticed a detail. "Look at this record keeper's handwriting."
On certain pages of the nautical log, alongside normal entries, there were notes written in special ink. These notes were nearly invisible under normal light but appeared exceptionally clear through my special vision.
"He was recording changes in energy fields," I read the notes aloud. "As they approached Antarctica, some force field became increasingly stronger. And..."
I flipped to the last page, which bore a strange symbol. We were all familiar with it; it was the exact same marking found on the wall of the basement in Changling Village.
"So Antarctica is the source of everything?" Zhou Jing asked.
"No," Li Yang replied. "Antarctica might be an endpoint. Look at this..."
He pointed to a sequence of numbers at the bottom of the nautical log:
"Those three cycles... I understand now; the years are not coincidental. They were tracking some phenomenon that appears according to a fixed pattern. And the next node..."
"Is this year," Li Yang said, "but it's only early in the year; why—"
Before he could finish his sentence, we heard footsteps approaching from outside.
"Someone's coming," Jiang Zhendong said alertly.
We quickly hid. Peering through the crack in the door, we saw three individuals dressed in archaeological team uniforms enter. However, through my special vision, I could see that they each carried some kind of unique energy field.
"Not ordinary people," I whispered. "They also have viral sequences within them."
"A different version," Li Yang interjected. "It seems we aren't the only ones searching for the truth."
The three began searching through the archive room. From their conversation, we caught some key information:
"We must find it before them... The time node has moved up... That prophecy..."
Suddenly, one of them stopped and looked in our direction where we were hiding. At that critical moment, I noticed he was wearing a strange pendant around his neck—it was a fragment of a broken bronze mask.
What was even more shocking was that under the special vision, the symbols on the fragment were glowing, and the frequency of that light matched perfectly with the navigation journal I held in my hand.
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