Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1455: Chapter 182: Akasha Records Clue Reappears

Actually, if you think about it carefully, if it’s only the snippets left in the work notes, it’s indeed hard to become a clue—when it involves a person who has already disappeared.

But if there’s something else beyond that, then the situation might be different.

When Claudia took out a new set of materials again, Boss Luo and the maid seemed not too surprised… They quietly waited for Claudia to deliver the documents from the file bag she held.

At this moment, even though Claudia had already taken out this set of materials, it was still apparent that she was hesitating… hesitating whether to reveal everything.

Obviously, before this, she hadn’t even thought of taking out her father Xie Jiatu’s belongings so easily—even though she had taken them out now, she was still hesitating.

This whole room of the Butterfly Society had a strange kind of magic, making her restless heart gradually calm down… Perhaps there was no harm in speaking everything out… Speaking it out here is actually okay—that’s roughly the thought, albeit strange, but not abrupt.

The restless heart seemed to be touched gently by invisible hands, finally calming down, and Claudia finally spread out the materials in her hands on the table in front of Boss Luo.

“Actually, before my father disappeared, he was once invited to participate in an archaeological activity,” Claudia said slowly and softly, “But I don’t know exactly what the archaeological team was investigating… From what I know, they all signed confidentiality agreements.”

While Claudia was speaking, Luo Qiu curiously picked up the materials on the table to look at them—it was evident that these materials were merely copies… and moreover, they were photocopies of photographs.

“Are these photographs taken by your father during his archaeological work?” Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

Claudia nodded slightly, “I should say… after finishing the archaeological work, my father locked himself in the study or the studio day and night—these photocopied photographs were the things he looked at the most.”

“Ms. Claudia, when your father was studying these things, did he say anything?” The maid took a glance at the photocopies from her master and then asked calmly.

Claudia shook her head, “My father hardly discussed these things with me, saying that I wouldn’t understand what he was talking about. You know, I study mathematics, but he researches theology… Did you see something?”

The maid didn’t speak at this time, only putting down the materials and giving Claudia a gesture to continue speaking.

“I don’t know what exactly happened to my father.” Claudia hugged her arms tightly at this point, “Sometimes, he would become very strange… You know, he was a very gentle person, but would suddenly become very irritable. There were several times when I saw him smash the studio… and eventually, he just disappeared.”

“Do the last words on the notes directly relate to these materials?” Boss Luo thought for a moment before asking.

Claudia nodded, “I think they should be. I mentioned that these are his work notes… Actually, you can flip forward; there are records of him researching these photographs… It’s like some sort of translation, but I can’t understand it. But I think it requires theological knowledge, which is why I chose to minor in theological knowledge this semester… But unfortunately, I still can’t understand the contents here.”

Luo Qiu glanced at the photograph contents on the photocopies again, “These photographs are probably the content of your father’s archaeology… If you think his disappearance is because of these things, have you ever thought of asking the members of the archaeological team at that time?”

“In fact, I have tried, but I failed too.” Claudia shook her head.

“Failed?”

Claudia nodded, “I tried to contact some people from the archaeological team… The contact method was actually found from the emails on my father’s computer in his studio, just one of them. But in fact, when I followed the information from the emails to look for him, I found that such a person simply did not exist—the only thing I know is the person’s nickname.”

Boss Luo suddenly had a flash of inspiration—a kind of super intuition similar to a sixth sense bestowed by his supreme ability, “Nickname… what kind of nickname?”

“Golden Eyes.” Claudia thought for a moment before directly saying.

Golden Eyes

When hearing this name once again, Luo Qiu was not very surprised—in fact, at this moment, he seemed so calm, so calm that Claudia didn’t know that the name of Golden Eyes had already been associated with this mysterious newcomer in front of her multiple times.

“Is it truly impossible to contact this Golden Eyes?” Boss Luo asked again.

Claudia confirmed with a nod, “I asked a classmate skilled in hacking to help, the person said all of Golden Eyes’ information was disguised, and there was no way to trace his real information through the emails…”

Upon saying this, Claudia suddenly appeared to be in a state of panic, lowering her head as her body seemed to tremble slightly, “What exactly is this archaeological team, what exactly are they investigating, why did my father mysteriously disappear… What are the meanings behind these materials and the words on his notes? These things appear in my mind every day… many times, many times, I have made numerous mathematical models, trying to clarify the connections among them—but the more I think deeply, the more I feel a sense of fear… Do you know that? It’s like that feeling of being enveloped by some kind of darkness, unable to breathe.”

“Ms. Claudia, this is Roselle tea, drink it, you will feel a bit better.” The maid suddenly reminded.

“Thank you.” Upon hearing this, Claudia picked up a cup and took a small sip, then smiled bitterly, “Actually, I really am not a mysticism believer, and have always had a skeptical attitude towards mysticism because I believe everything can be analyzed through science… But I genuinely felt afraid. What I’m afraid of is not any mysterious thing, but the seemingly immense conspiracy hidden behind this.”

“Perhaps your father simply hadn’t had a chance to tell you something,” Boss Luo comforted.

Claudia sighed, “In fact, for the current me, having no news of my father might be the best—at least before conclusive evidence, I don’t have to conclude his death.”

She finally let out a gentle sigh, seemingly relieved—a relationship probably due to releasing some pressure after venting.

“Well then, Ms. Claudia,” at this point Luo Qiu pointed to the things on the table and said, “If you don’t mind, could I make a copy of these materials… as well as some content from this notebook?”

After pondering for a moment, Claudia replied, “If you want them, it’s not a problem… In fact, I also brought a copy of these materials to the police station later. It’s just that now, six months have passed, and I think maybe these materials are at the bottom of the sheriff’s desk.”

“Thank you for your trust, Ms. Claudia.” Luo Qiu nodded, “Please rest assured, I will ensure that these materials will not be leaked from me unless under special circumstances.”

Claudia turned her head to look at the two newcomers in front of her and suddenly said, “It’s strange, today is obviously the first time we meet, yet I’ve talked about so many things with you… Moreover, I don’t know why, I feel like I can completely trust you.”

Boss Luo said earnestly: “This is truly the highest praise for us… Thank you, Ms. Claudia.”

Claudia shook her head and chuckled: “It always feels like you are acquainted with the staff of a five-star hotel… is it a matter of family upbringing?”

Luo Qiu smiled without speaking.

After that, Claudia did not choose to stay—according to her, the theology she was now taking as a minor occupied a vast amount of her time, although it did not affect her major in mathematics, her progress was almost negligible. Thus, she had to compress her free time to continue studying mathematics.

Her lunch break was a particularly important study time, so she didn’t plan to waste it.

“Ms. Claudia, if we find anything, we will inform you immediately.” Luo Qiu and the maid stood in front of the Butterfly Society’s room, watching Claudia leave.

…

Once away from the old school building where the Butterfly Society’s room was located, Claudia sprinted quickly along the campus path—heading towards the cafeteria.

Boss Luo finally withdrew his gaze from the window of the room, turning around, while the maid once again picked up the copies of the photos left by Professor Xie Jiatu to look at.

“Can you decipher them?” Boss Luo suddenly asked—if the maid couldn’t decipher them, he had probably only two choices—learn how to decipher them himself, or directly purchase information from the altar.

“This is a type of Sanskrit, Master,” the maid gently brushed her hair behind her ear, “and it’s a rare form of Sanskrit… the tribes who used this form likely have no surviving descendants now.”

Upon hearing this, Boss Luo knew the all-knowing maid once again didn’t let him down, “When these photos are put together, they might resemble mural-like information… what are they roughly saying?”

The maid shuffled through the pile of documents and started to slowly pace around the room… pausing occasionally, she would jot down something on a blank piece of paper.

At this moment, Boss Luo did not disturb her. He simply offered a smile when the maid looked at him with an expression of deep thought.

“I’ve somewhat deciphered it, Master.”

Suddenly, the maid twirled the pencil in her fingers a few times, then looked up, eyes sparkling, “According to the information unveiled by the text in these photos… it’s possible that the mural or slab the photos describe seem to record information on the Akasha Records—however, these photos aren’t complete, so I can’t ascertain whether this is due to a photography error or if the original subject was missing this much.”

“Are you talking about… the Akasha Records?” Boss Luo lightly furrowed his brow—these days, few things could cause such a reaction from him.

“Since the information in these photos is incomplete, I can’t determine if it’s purely for introduction or if it has specific directions… unless we obtain a complete script.” The maid thought for a moment.

“Actually, knowing this much is already quite enough,” Luo Qiu gently smiled, “At least we made progress from the start, didn’t we?”

The maid softly replied: “Master… are you planning a decoding game?”

Boss Luo responded: “Today marks the Butterfly Society’s first opening… Let’s just offer an opening discount—so, beautiful miss, don’t you plan to have lunch with me?”

“Of course,” the maid lifted her skirt slightly and curtsied.

…

…

Hands gathered around, forming a grayish mist-like blob resembling a ghost, was slowly drifting through the university compound—if any student or staff could see it, they would probably be startled.

Because not only did it appear ghost-like, it even had a long tongue sticking out—resembling a fallen spirit.

Let’s call this blob Ghost Nero—it was expelled from Nero’s main body and eventually followed Teacher Prin to the university campus.

In reality, Ghost Nero hadn’t truly infiltrated the university’s interior yet—it could only roam among a limited number of buildings.

This university has a long history and has undergone several expansions—its true interior consists of the Theology Institute and several other ancient subjects, and these areas appear to have a protective element preventing Ghost Nero’s approach.

Of course… it’s also because Ghost Nero is merely a breath expelled from Nero’s body, lacking substantial power; if Nero’s main body arrived, it likely wouldn’t be contained by this strange force.

Even to Ghost Nero, this odd force blocking it doesn’t seem particularly strong—it can’t break through simply because Nero is too stingy, making it so feeble.

“Stop wandering here, you’ll scare the students.”

Suddenly, Teacher Prin’s voice emerged from behind Ghost Nero—it turned around to find Teacher Prin with a plastic bag in hand, his arrival unnoticed.

Even more mischievous than Ms. Nero, Ghost Nero promptly pulled its eyelid and made a grimace, “Mind your own business!”

Teacher Prin shook his head, “This school has a sort of protection, typical specters and the like find it hard to approach and continually drain your power… You won’t be able to maintain invisibility for long, and it’ll frighten people… come with me.”

Speaking, he didn’t care whether Ghost Nero agreed, and began walking ahead directly.