I made up myths in America

Chapter 25 A Hidden Corner of History

In the upper right corner of the notebook cover is a complex pattern consisting of a golden shield, an eagle with spread wings, and some branches and leaves.

It might be unfamiliar to others, but it was all too familiar to Kristen.

Because this was the family crest that her father asked her to memorize since she was a child. Her ancestors were once a prominent noble family in France. They were deprived of their titles because of their participation in the rebellion, so they fled everywhere, and one branch of their family came to the United States.

"Pick it up and read it if you want."

Just as Christine stared at her notebook in a daze, George Gently, who had returned at some point, stood behind her and said with a smile, "I remember this should be the crest of your Montmorency family."

"Sheriff George, how did you know that?!"

Christine turned around in surprise when she heard this.

"Of course your father told me. He and I were roommates in college."

George Gently smiled with a hint of malice. "Why else do you think I've been taking care of you ever since you joined the police station?"

"Ah, I thought it was because you saw how hard I worked."

Christine found it difficult to accept this cruel fact.

"You're really serious about your work. You've received five complaints in less than three months since joining the police station, and you've caused two major property losses. If it weren't for my care, you might not even have made it through your internship."

George Gently shook his head in amusement. Seeing the young girl still in disbelief, he patted her shoulder and explained, "America is a society based on personal relationships. I'm not as stubborn and old-fashioned as you might think. At least it's only natural for me to take care of my friend's daughter within my responsibilities."

"Ok."

Christine finally accepted the fact and let out a sigh of frustration.

She thought that it was because of her hard work and talent that Sheriff George favored her.

I didn’t expect that it was because of my dad in the end.

"Okay, kid, I still approve of your work attitude during this period."

"Pick it up and take a look. I feel this notebook has a lot to do with what we are investigating."

George Gently picked up the leather notebook on the table and handed it over.

Christine looked serious when she heard this. She took the notebook, opened it, and began to read page by page.

"March 1858, 3.17, sunny."

"Life in the United States is still so boring. Every day I either stay in the barracks or go out with Major Stani to hunt Indians. I miss Anna and my unborn child a little bit."

"1858, June 6.23, rain."

"Major Stanny is dead. He was shot in the head by a strange Indian who took our bullets and smashed it with his fist. I was appointed as the new commander of this unit. It was a beautiful and unfortunate day."

"1858, June 6.27, cloudy."

"That damn Indian showed up again, but it seems his last wound hasn't healed yet. After sacrificing more than a dozen soldiers, we killed him and got a piece of animal skin with strange patterns and a beautiful stone from him."

"1859, February 2.18, sunny."

"I finally found out the location of that strange Indian tribe. Although I know it's dangerous, I still decided to go and take a look. I have a hunch that this might be the chance for our Montmorency family to become glorious again."

"1859, June 4.7, cloudy."

"I arrived a step too late. This magical tribe has been discovered by others, and they have far more people than me."

"April 1859.4.9, , sunny."

"Oh my God, the Indians have such terrible power. Those people are dead."

The handwriting on the notebook was very sloppy and the contents were messy and disorganized.

But at this moment Christine was staring intently.

Because it records not only the past of a suspected ancestor of their Montmorency family, but also involves some more secret things.

For example, more than a hundred years ago, some kind of supernatural power appeared in the Indian tribe, and her ancestor witnessed it all with his own eyes.

In the end, he chose...

Christine continued to flip through the pages, only to find that the middle part of the notes had been torn apart.

The next page contained notes from after 1861. Her ancestor had hastily written a sentence on the last page that sounded like garbled text.

After that, there is no more content on it.

"???"

To be honest, this incoherent record made Christine even more confused.

She put down her notebook and looked up at Sheriff George in front of her.

But he found that Sheriff George was playing with a beautiful blue stone.

"Sheriff George, it looks like the beautiful jade that Orientals like?" Christine asked curiously.

"It's really similar."

George Gently continued to stare at it. "But I've never seen a piece of jade as magical as this. It's like an angel fallen to earth, holy, beautiful, and noble. Just holding it has the power to calm one's spirit."

"Is it the stone mentioned in the notes?"

Christine reacted.

"Yes."

George Gently held it in his hand, rubbing it gently. "It was found with the notebook. Besides that, there were also some old US dollars, a Colt M1851 Navy revolver, and more than ten kilograms of gold."

As he spoke, he looked at Christine's curious eyes, handed the green stone in his hand to her, and said jokingly:

"Why don't you give it a try? Once these things are reported, this treasure won't be something you and I can easily see."

"Ah."

Christine was also curious and reached out to take the stone.

Chime! !

And at the moment her palm touched the magical stone, suddenly, a green light lit up from inside it.

The attention of the investigation bureau members who were opening a treasure chest nearby was instantly drawn to the scene. They looked at the cyan gem emitting divine light and Christine holding it with some surprise.

"Kristen, take a deep breath, don't be nervous, how do you feel now?"

George Gently's expression suddenly became serious.

"Uh"

Christine, whose body was mostly enveloped by the cyan light, spoke in a hazy voice, "I feel great now. My whole body is warm, just like in a hot spring."

"Other than that?"

George Gently continued to ask with a frown.

"It seems... gone."

Christine was a little unsure.

"."

Hearing this, George Gently frowned even more. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the notebook on the table and flipped to the last page. Looking at the row of English letters that were obviously messy and unreadable, he suddenly said:

"Remember the words on the last page of the notebook? They're more like the pronunciation of another language written in Latin letters. Now, repeat after me."

"hul'karn eth'quarion, zyn'vethra kai'vorath"

Christine repeated each word George Gently read.

Finally, after reading the last difficult-to-understand word, the green stone shone brightly, and the entire warehouse was filled with a mysterious and soft green light.

Her body was lifted up by the light and floated up.

At the same time, in the laboratory next door.

Several old biology professors who were contentedly conducting dissection experiments with George Gently's permission saw a green light shining in and landing on the giant's corpse that was as big as a hill. The giant's corpse immediately began to shrink significantly and soon became the size of a normal person. They all looked shocked.

What's going on? Where is their research material?!
(End of this chapter)