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Chapter 628 The Cricket's Incompetence
Liu Yonglu felt that the location and the people he met on his late-night date were rather strange.

The location was a cemetery next to the school, and Liu Yonglu was carrying a kerosene lamp and walking deeper into the cemetery, his steps uneven.

"Yonglu, don't you find it unlucky to be here in the dark? Good heavens, have I come here to raid your tomb?"

"Bye, I want to have a midnight snack."

Besides Milie Tang, Liu Yonglu was accompanied by a tiger cub and a chicken.

Originally, Liu Yonglu's idea was to put the two of them in Milie Tang's study, just the two of them alone, under the flowers and the moon... no, under the grave and the moon.

Komili Tang meant to bring the two of them along. The secret magic array was hidden somewhere, and if a special situation arose, it would be too late to activate the spacetime magic in advance and then call the two of them.

"Mili, the magic circle is in the graveyard, is that reliable?"

"I don't know either, but it's better to exclude cemeteries first, because during the day students or people from outside the school occasionally enter cemeteries to mourn their relatives and friends, which is not very convenient."

Millie Tang held a map in her hand and made marks on it as she walked.

"What are you guys doing here!"

Liu Yonglu was holding an oil lamp to light the way for his wife when a loud shout suddenly came from the side, startling him.

Instinctively, he grabbed Millie Tang's hand and turned to run! But after running two steps, Liu Yonglu realized that he hadn't done anything wrong, so why was he running?

Millie Tang rolled her eyes at him, took the kerosene lamp from Liu Yonglu, and then:

"I am Millie Tang, a professor of paleography at Miskatonic University, and I am preparing research materials for tomorrow for teaching purposes."

In the darkness, Liu Yonglu could vaguely see the figure of a man of average height standing in the distance, carrying a kerosene lamp and a hunting rifle.

"professor?"

The man in the darkness muttered something in a roguish tone, but upon seeing the professor's badge in Millie Tang's hand, he didn't press the matter further, only muttering something under his breath:
"Then what's the deal with the child behind you and that man? Humph, a professor, huh? Pshaw."

Millie Tang wasn't annoyed; she simply stared coldly at the other person until they disappeared.

The night patrolmen at the University of Michigan are all recruited from outside, so they are highly mobile, and... Millie Tang guessed that many of them have criminal records.

But that's easy to understand; who in their right mind would do this kind of work?

Wandering aimlessly around the University of Michigan all night long is practically suicidal. Plus, the University of Michigan doesn't pay these people very well, so it's hard to guarantee that every person on patrol is a decent person.

With important business at hand, Millie Tang didn't bother arguing with them.

Liu Yonglu was a little annoyed by the night patrolman's sarcastic remarks. After all, in the past year, very few people had dared to speak to him like that. Even when he met Prince Andrew, the other party had to be very polite. If Millie Tang hadn't stopped him, Liu Yonglu would definitely have gone over and said something.

"Alright, the cemetery doesn't seem to be the place we're looking for. Let's go to the abandoned library on the west side."

Millie Tang noticed that Liu Yonglu was unhappy, so she pinched his cheek. The three of them and the chicken left the cemetery and went to the library.

It was nearly midnight, and the crescent moon overhead was shrouded in a thin layer of clouds, giving it a faint, fuzzy edge.

The campus of the University of Michigan was deserted, not a soul in sight. Liu Yonglu surveyed the surrounding teaching buildings and dormitories; most of the rooms had already extinguished their flames. The statue of the Goddess of Harvest stood alone in the square, and behind it was a three-story red brick building. It seemed that no one had entered or exited the building for a long time; the ivy grew lush and green, and the purplish-red vines obscured many of the windows on the first and second floors.

Millie Tang found the key, unlocked the door, and with a clattering sound as the heavy chains scraped against the floor, Liu Yonglu, carrying an oil lamp, was the first to enter the small building.

The situation inside and outside the building was similar, empty and desolate, with only some pieces of furniture missing parts.

Liu Yonglu closed the door but didn't lock it, since they would have to go out later. The four of them then began searching the abandoned library again.

This time, Liu Yonglu was more careful. He kept the oil lamp in his right hand in front of Militang to provide light, while he would occasionally turn his head to observe.

Hey, you know what, he really did develop a good sense of alertness. As he climbed the creaking stairs to the second floor and turned a corner, Liu Yonglu vaguely saw a figure appear behind him.

"Are you kidding me?! We're out doing academic work late at night, what are you doing following us around like this?!"

Liu Yonglu assumed that the person behind him was the same night patrolman he had met before, or at least a colleague. Liu Yonglu decided to strike first.

His shout echoed twice in the empty library.

The figure behind them also stopped moving. So, was the person following Liu Yonglu and the others really a night watchman? No, it was Professor Abel!

The old man had just come out of the principal's office and headed straight for the abandoned library on the west side, wanting to see the talented "Selling.Fly"!
And "Sell.Fly" was none other than Liu Yonglu. His previous aliases had already made him famous, so Liu Yonglu dared not use them anymore. Before handing in his paper during the day, he could only write "Sell.Fly" on the papyrus paper.

It's also for good luck; once this masterpiece of mine sells, it's sure to take off.

Since Elliott had guessed that the author of the article was probably Professor Millie Down's colleague, the tormented principal didn't hide anything and told the shrew the truth about the two locations.

When Millie Tang came during the day, she got straight to the point, asking for the keys to the west library and the east cemetery. "Aren't you looking for that talented man? Then go look for him, you won't go wrong."

Liu Yonglu and his group had just entered the library when Abel followed them in.

He was quite pleased that this classmate had walked right into his trap, saving him the trouble of explaining. Abel planned to do what he always did: first, use forbidden magic to create an illusion so that this "seller" would understand his position and not put up a futile resistance, and then discuss his article with him.

Finally, under the influence of illusions and drugs, he persuaded the other party to voluntarily join his great cause.

Unexpectedly, before even taking the first step, Liu Yonglu made a preemptive move.

Abel stood there, a little dazed, unsure how to respond.

"Sell. Flight?"

After a long while, Liu Yonglu grew impatient, when a puzzled voice finally came from the shadowy figure in the distance.

Abel was now a little unsure, because he vaguely saw three and a half shadows projected onto the wall in the distance: one tall, one short, one particularly short, and one jumping up and down... was it an animal?
Is this a scam? Could it be a trap set by that old bastard Elliott?

Millie Tang didn't know what "Sell.Fly" was either. Was it a spell? A code? Or a password?

"The cricket is indeed not very talented!"

Unexpectedly, Liu Yonglu laughed, gave Millie Tang a hand gesture, and then responded.

(End of this chapter)