"Fifth day of the first ten-day period of the Month of Spring Sacrifice, Year 6563 of the Southern Region New Calendar."
"HAHAHAHA! Just as I thought, just as I thought! I succeeded! Experiment No. 117 succeeded!"
That long string of emotion-saturated words, coupled with the increasingly flamboyant cursive script, sketched a sense of madness across the parchment.
Angel looked at the line of writing in silence. All the curiosity and urgency in his heart seemed to have been doused with a basin of cold water. The mad cursive script seemed to turn into a mocking expression.
What about the information on the hidden room? Hadn't you suspected there was a hidden room? Why did you suddenly stop caring?
And hadn't the previous entry still been in the Month of Revival? How had it suddenly jumped to the Month of Spring Sacrifice? Had Tizhalo spent those two months completely immersed in Experiment No. 117?
Angel flipped the notebook to its back cover. It was utterly blank, without a single word.
He read the notebook through again from beginning to end, wanting to see whether he had skimmed too quickly earlier and missed some important clue... Yet he still found nothing.
Tizhalo had merely thrown out a conjecture on the second-to-last page, then completely left it alone.
Perhaps it was not that he had left it alone; perhaps there were things Tizhalo simply had not recorded in the notebook.
Angel sighed, tossed the notebook aside, and turned his gaze to the two parchment scrolls beside it—"Tizhalo's Experiment No. 117 Records," upper and lower volumes.
His eyes brightened slightly. Perhaps Tizhalo had recorded something about the hidden room in these two parchment scrolls?
With that purpose in mind, Angel decided to open the scrolls and take a look.
Half an hour later.
Angel