Lowbrow Fear (22)
As expected, a young woman's heart was unfathomable.
Just from her appearance, it was hard to imagine that Eva had such an intense inner world.
If handwriting reflected character, then the last two pages had a distinctly bloodthirsty, unstoppable feel.
At the same time, it was still easy to tell that most of the content had been written with the same pen he'd just used.
Besides the question-and-answer format, the notes themselves had a similarly clear dividing line. The handwriting had turned vicious all at once at a certain point.
And that wasn't even the main thing.
Before that point, the questions were still written in the same color and handwriting as the ones on his jacket, but the answers clearly seemed to have been written by someone else.
The handwriting and tone were entirely different, and the letters were much larger.
The color was a stifling dark red, and under the light, it stood out sharply.
It was real blood.
Fu Qian made another nonprofessional assessment, and felt quite certain about his answer.
So this was where Eva's "forbidden knowledge" had come from?
She'd jotted questions down in her notebook, and one day, she'd suddenly gotten answers?
Blood-red words had appeared and gathered into replies?
It was a classic horror-story setup, much like the exploration of the old house earlier.
Unbothered by his reading environment, Fu Qian had finished the entire exchange in the blink of an eye.
In short, it was like a dark version of an astrology spellbook.
It was filled with the inner thoughts of a cheerful-looking yet sensitive young woman, along with eerie conjectures in the style of a horror story and various campus ghost tales.
The blood-red handwriting was serious in tone and answered every question.
Though much of it