Unexpectedly, however, while we were focused on finding clues, our whereabouts had already caught the attention of someone who shouldn't be messed with. Their so-called "cultivation center" did not disappear with the abandonment of the laboratory, their shadows were hidden in a corner of this town, coldly peeking at every soul who was about to move.
Just as we had gone through countless materials and finally pieced together a barely plausible clue, there was a rush of footsteps outside the window. We looked up and saw a figure dressed in black outside the window, his vision seeking through the glass of the old window and into the depths of our souls.
"We're being targeted. Amy whispered, a tense breath spreading through the silent library.
This town, the secret of this curse, is far more complex and sinister than we imagined. We must always be vigilant, because this hidden battle is no longer as simple as finding answers in words.
And in the depths of my heart, a question gradually emerged: is this monster a product of the laboratory, or is it the dark thing that nourishes the monster in the human heart?
The silence of dawn is broken by a hurried knock on the door, and we realize that the figure is gone, and a new spell has appeared outside the door.
"Shall I see?" Amy asked, her voice trembling a little.
I took a deep breath and told myself I couldn't be a coward, so I walked softly to the door. When I looked away, the window hole was originally a black hole, but there was a glimmer of light in the hustle and bustle, as if guiding us to reveal the secret.
I cautiously opened the door, only to see a yellowed envelope lying quietly on the threshold, with no information attached.
"What's inside?" Amy asked, softly but resolutely.
Inside the envelope were a few worn-out photographs and a letter with blurred handwriting, each of which looked so old and mysterious. The letter is only a few words, but it is enough to tear our hearts apart.
"Don't dig up things you shouldn't know. 」
"What to do, Anna?" Amy asked in a trembling voice.
I put the photo and letter away, and whispered, "This only shows that the clues we found are true and that our plan is too dangerous. 」
I could feel Amy's hands trembling, and my own heart felt like it was frozen.
What do these forgotten creatures yearn for?
"That only proves that we are close to the truth," I said, "and the truth is always buried under a pile of lies. 」
Amy's strong eyes, despite her fear, confirmed my decision.
"Let's go, we'll have to be more careful. 」
We helped each other into the depths of the library, this time with not only the smell of books, but also the tension that lurked in danger.
While we were intently flipping through the old books, the old librarian approached us quietly. He looked old and kind, but there was a warning glint in his eyes.
"Little girl, what are you looking for?" the cat in his arms yawned lazily.
Amy and I looked at each other, and neither dared to confide in them.