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After leaving the college, Li En went to the London Library as usual.

Nova and Monroe were not at the library's reception desk; it seemed they weren't at work today.

Although the library kept Monroe's pay very low and even increased his workload, he was still human and couldn't work at a high frequency for long periods of time.

Today is probably a rare day off for him.

Li En didn't pay much attention and skillfully navigated the neatly arranged bookshelves until he arrived at the familiar one.

Each bookshelf has a special label to remind readers what type of books are on it, making it easier for them to quickly find the books they want to read.

Such as classics, theology, law, geography and travel, etc.

However, the bookshelf in front of Li En was slightly different.

Its label is: WEA.

That's right, it's just three ordinary letters. Li En studied it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what WEA meant.

Li En took the book "Cuiyu Lu Shuzheng" down from the bookshelf.

This was also the purpose of his visit to the library: to see if the people who left comments on this book had seen the contents of the title page and answered his questions.

Taking a deep breath, Li En activated his investigator's vision, pinched the corner of the book cover, and slowly turned it open.

The very first line of text on the title page has disappeared.

Li En's reply was like a post on a forum, automatically pushed to the top, with a brand new comment below.

"Thank you for responding to my message, pioneer of truth. Please answer my questions."

"My body is gradually weakening, as if I am afflicted by an illness. The doctor diagnosed me with tuberculosis, but I have never infected anyone."

"I suspect that someone used some kind of mysterious force to cause irreversible damage to my body. How can I resolve this problem?"

Looking at the lines of messages, Li En finally understood that the person who left the message was seeking medical help.

"Non-contagious tuberculosis..." Li En pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion.

"Could it be lung cancer?"

At that time, air pollution in London was quite severe, and respiratory illnesses were almost commonplace.

Tuberculosis, lung cancer, pertussis...

Every disease loomed over the heads of Londoners, like the ever-present threat of death.

With modern medical technology, the difference between the two could probably be distinguished quickly, but in London at that time, medical technology was not advanced enough to make a definitive diagnosis.

The probability of lung cancer is high.

"Is this a problem that mysticism can solve?"

Li En himself also became curious, thanks to the fact that his title of genius in occultism had been raised to Lv3, and he had stored a large amount of information related to occultism in his mind.

He mastered rituals, witchcraft, alchemy, and so on. What if they really came in handy?

Li En thought for a moment, then mobilized the spiritual energy in the air, connecting those faint spiritual energies together to form lines of complete text.

He emptied his mind of all his occult knowledge and wrote down the method that was most likely to succeed.

However, Li En herself did not have much hope. At this time, many people who get lung cancer often only live for one or two years.

Even worse, some couldn't even survive for a few months.

"Let's see how lucky this person is."

Li En wrote down the survival methods on the title page of the book, closed the book, and put it back on the shelf.

After finishing all this, Li En sat in the library for a while, studied the practice test questions written by Professor Eli himself, and then got up and left.

Back home, Zoe and her father were finally home today. Zoe was still studying diligently, curled up in the single sofa as if she had sunk into it, even the soft wool cushion had been worn into a dent by her bottom.

The father held the Times in his hand, looking at each line of text.

"Father, I'm back."

Li En greeted his father, who simply nodded. "Yes, it's good that you're back safe and sound. Try not to wander around outside too much lately; the newspapers have published information about the serial killer again."

"Really? What happened?" Li En asked, feigning curiosity, but actually paying close attention to her father's micro-expressions.

However, the father seemed completely unfazed, calmly reading from the newspaper: "Two bodies were found in the Wandal River last night. The serial killer's nightly killings have increased."

"The King of England is now very angry and has publicly criticized Scotland Yard."

While observing her father's expression, Li En sat down on the single sofa. "But criticism is useless, it's like a student, no matter how much you criticize him, he just can't do the questions he can't answer."

"That's an interesting analogy," the father replied with a smile. "But if this continues, the church will probably get involved, right? I wonder what kind of things the church is capable of doing."

Lee En had already experienced firsthand the immense power the Church wielded in London.

Even a count could be driven to the point of losing his family and his life. Li En had a feeling that this might be inextricably linked to the mystical side.

"But it's really strange," the father suddenly muttered, "before this, the serial killer only killed one person. Why are two people dead this time?"

Li En's eyes flickered slightly. He was about to have a deeper conversation with his father when he suddenly noticed something very familiar standing on the armrest of his chair.

It was the crystal skull I had seen before!

When Li En observed it with the eyes of an investigator, he discovered that the spiritual content of the crystal skull was basically on the same level as the monkey paw he had obtained from Professor Osborn.

Reopening his investigator's perspective, Lee En looked at the crystal skull beside his father.

A spiritual radiance shone brightly, radiating dazzling light in Li En's vision.

These diffuse spiritualities gathered together, their quantity almost so great that they were about to solidify, like gas condensing into liquid.

Its spiritual content is even greater than before!

What's going on?

Li En frowned slightly and asked his father, "Father, what is this thing you have here? Can I take a look?"

The father paused for a moment, as if he was hesitating.

After hesitating for a moment, he handed the crystal skull to Li En. "Here you go. Be careful. This is a precious artifact given to me by a friend in the Senate. Don't break it."

Li En responded and examined the crystal skull in front of him with the eyes of an investigator.

Soon, prompts appeared in his mind.

"destroy!

"disaster!

"Terrible news!"

"A shattered destiny!"

Crimson characters, symbolizing extreme danger, surged into Li En's mind like a tumor!

This was the first time Li En had ever seen such writing. Even the monkey paw that had given him four "danger" warnings in a row was not composed of these crimson characters.

At that moment, Li En was certain that this crystal skull was definitely a very dangerous thing.

Even more dangerous than the monkey's paw that grants wishes through vile means!

Without making a sound, Li En handed the crystal skull to his father, feigning ignorance with a smile. "It's truly a beautifully crafted work of art; it must be incredibly valuable."

The father said nothing, simply placing the crystal skull back in its place. "That's for sure; it's an important symbol of our family's advancement into the upper class!"

Seeing that his father was about to start proclaiming that he was determined to join the upper class and restore the glory of the Wells family, Li En quickly interrupted him.

"By the way, Father, I'm going to the opera with some people on Sunday night, so I'll probably be back late. You don't need to worry about me."

Before her father could react, Zoe, who was curled up on the sofa, poked half her head out. The crackling flames in the fireplace cast a warm, orange-red light onto her delicate face.

"Going to the opera? Raymond's son has such refined tastes?"

Li En quickly waved his hand, "Of course not Blake. He prefers to watch underground boxing and always bets precisely on the loser. It's a miracle."

"Not the Raymond boy?" Zoe was completely unfazed by Lee's subsequent words. "Then who is it? Answer me first, is it a boy or a girl?"

Lee En paused for a second, then asked, "What will happen if I don't answer?"

Zoe immediately understood, a hint of mockery and ill intent playing on her lips. "So you're going to the opera with a noble lady, huh? Which theater? It wouldn't happen to be the King's Theatre, would it?"

At this moment, Zoe began to analyze Lee En's movements on Sunday, just like a private detective.

"The King's Theatre on Sunday night should be showing 'Don Juan,' right? It's the story of a philandering nobleman who gets dragged into hell because of his womanizing. Hehe, it seems their purpose is very clear."

Lee rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to tell you anything."

Zoe made a face, seemingly unconcerned about Lee's answer; she was satisfied as long as she had achieved her goal of teasing him.

The father's gaze remained fixed on the lines of The Times.

Lena stood to the side of the sofa, pouring a cup of hot tea into her father's teacup. A few strands of hair fell down, emitting a faint fragrance.

A warm atmosphere filled the living room as Li En opened the books in her hands.

I hope this beautiful feeling can last until the very last moment.

This is Li En's greatest wish at this moment.