My elves are all African chieftains

"...the girl held something, stood on a high platform, and played a series of garbled songs named er..., and many people fell asleep relying on the sound."

Holding the pen in his right hand, his left hand scratched his hair out of habit.

"It's strange, I don't recognize him anymore..."

Bai Jian frowned, looking at the strange-shaped characters on it, and suddenly doubted his own knowledge reserves.

According to his own understanding, he has "slightly dabbled" in all the writing systems unearthed by the Huaguo Alliance. Although he cannot keep up with the professors who specialize in studying these writings, he is at least one of the more outstanding graduate students in ancient languages. It’s right to approve.

Putting down the paper, Bai Jian continued to flip through it.

Later, there was also a situation where I didn’t recognize some fonts at all, and I thought about it for a while.

Bai Jian picked out all these words that he had no memory of, leaned down, and looked around.

Sure enough, I found a small silver-white cabinet in the corner with a combination lock.

Bai Jian entered Ms. Zhang's birthday with ease, and the small door opened with a click.

"I knew all the passwords were like this!"

Bai Jian couldn't help but smile with relief on his face.

It has been clear to me since she was a child that Ms. Zhang has never been very sensitive to numbers. When she was studying elf history in college, what bothered her most was not the various details that happened in a certain event, or the difficulty of understanding certain words. What really bothered Zhang was Women's memories are about the times.

And my father also relied on this "little shortcoming" of Ms. Zhang. After creating a lot of chance encounters and getting familiar with each other, he gradually became familiar with his mother while studying in the library, and entered the school like a top student. Ms. Zhang’s heart.

Because she is not sensitive to numbers, Ms. Zhang changed all her passwords to her birthday for convenience. When encountering strict requirements, that is, her last name plus the last six digits of her ID number.

Therefore, the password on the card that Ms. Zhang gave Bai Jian for living expenses was her birthday.

Of course, things like ID numbers were not written down by Bai Jian deliberately for some password.

As a child who grew up next to my grandparents, every time I participated in various competitions, every time I was selected for various qualifications, and every time I filled out my personal file, I needed to fill in the form of guardian every time I was underage. various information.

When other children face this situation, they can call their parents directly, or wait until they get home to ask.

But I was different. At that time, Ms. Zhang and Mr. Bai were not well-known in this industry and had no qualifications, which meant they had to work harder to create qualifications.

The first time Bai Jian wanted to call to inquire, he waited for three days under the strange gaze of the teacher, and he failed to participate in that competition.

Later, I got used to filling in the family files by myself. I remember clearly the ID numbers of my whole family, including my grandparents. Whose current name is it?What's on the file?Clear as day!

As for the grandparents?The former one died before Bai Jian was born, and the latter one remarried early and has no relationship with their family.

Therefore, Father Bai was actually a nominal son-in-law to a certain extent. Even when he first married Ms. Zhang, his household registration was changed to his grandfather's family, and he later moved out due to work reasons.

Open the cabinet, put aside the outermost ID card and household registration book, and then carefully pack up the marriage certificates of the two people and put them on the coffee table next to them.

If I accidentally broke it for them, my mother would definitely tear her alive.

He took out all kinds of precious certificates and put them aside. What was placed inside were two black lined notebooks with different thicknesses.

Looking at these two notebooks with a sense of age, Bai Jian couldn't help but swallow nervously.

If he sells these two notebooks, he feels that he can become a prison mate the next day.

Of course, I would definitely not do this.

The contents of these two notebooks are the analysis of some strange events, mysterious instruments and mysterious words that Ms. Zhang and Mr. Bai heard or saw in their daily work.

Some of the contents here have been properly explained, but there are still many secrets that need to be hidden within the alliance and cannot be made public.

If they weren't worried that recording it electronically might lead to accidental loss, and if they didn't record it and were afraid that they would suddenly forget it one day, their parents wouldn't have gone to such trouble. They would have to write it down and then keep it carefully for fear of being discovered by outsiders.

As for how Bai Jian discovered it...hehe, it's not convenient to say.

Now Bai Jian's purpose of taking out these two notebooks is very simple.

First of all, I know part of these inscriptions myself, so the remaining parts must also be ancient Chinese characters.

I can pat my shoulder and guarantee that I know exactly how to translate the ancient texts that can be made public and that are not highly confidential in the current society.

I don't know if it's the benefit of rebirth or the influence of possessing the power of waveguide, but my memory has become more and more abnormal over the years.

Although I cannot have a photographic memory, as long as I write it down once, I can guarantee that I will not forget it in the following years.

Therefore, when I usually translate, I don't need to look up ancient books to compare word by word, and quickly search my memory, which is fast and accurate.

Now that I have eliminated the ancient Chinese characters that I am familiar with, what is left...are these strange and mysterious characters.

Carefully opening the fragile page, Bai Jian couldn't help but sigh.

Ms. Zhang hid this note "very well", but she didn't pay much attention to its preservation. A few years ago, she and her father carefully repaired it together according to the book preservation and restoration methods of online experts. Unexpectedly, it has only been so many years. , these two notebooks became fragile again.

I flipped through the pages, looking for the words I wanted to figure out...

Just when Bai Jian was immersed in it and was about to memorize it all in one breath.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a rapid knock on the door.

Bai Jian hurriedly put down his parents' notes and shouted to the door: "Please come in!"

With a creak, the door opened, and standing outside was a young man in a black short shirt with dull hair on his head.

"Teacher, there's been an accident again! Come and see...why is it you?! Where is Professor Bai?"

Looking at the young man in front of him, Bai Jian was also startled. After seeing his face clearly, he smiled and waved his hands.

"Long time no see. I didn't expect you to be my father's student."

The young man in front of me, Bai Jian, was actually not familiar to me at all, but they had just met each other once, and the aura of this man when they met at that time was completely different from what he is now!

He was the passionate young man from middle school whom he met by chance next to the garage...