Surnames

Hope did not give up.

The New Federation is an English-like script composed of dozens of basic letters.

The advantage of this type of writing is that it often only takes a few sentences to encompass all the elements of another sentence.

Hope had an entire storage room piled high with newspapers.

He casually wrote down the three words "Dunwich, the Whateley family, cult sacrifice" in the New Federation language on a piece of paper, then spent more than ten minutes finding all the necessary letters in the newspaper and cutting them out.

To prevent loss, he tore off the letters and the surrounding area together, making them into squares about two centimeters in size, but circled the letters he needed.

Hope used these letters to form three words, wrote serial numbers on the slips of paper in order, and then shuffled them again.

Some notes that had been simply encrypted, Hope thought.

The encryption method is so simple that it can be easily cracked once all the slips of paper are obtained. However, if there is only one or a few slips, these slips of paper are meaningless.

He randomly picked up three cards with numbers far apart and used "Uncertainty" to send them to the dormitory.

When he returned, he had a clear recollection of reading those notes.

There's hope.

Hope used the word "Uncertainty" several times and sent all the notes to the dormitory.

On the third time, he heard August leave the dormitory.

For the last time, Hope silently repeated to herself:

"Don't arrange these pieces of paper in order; instead, memorize the order and recall it in your mind."

This prevents you from overlooking the rearranged paper pieces.

Thirty seconds later.

Hope returned to her room.

He lay on the bed, disappointed.

It failed.

When Hope had memorized all the letters and tried to recall them in his mind, he felt a moment of dizziness and then forgot what he was supposed to do.

Real-time monitoring and precise disinfection...

Hope cursed under her breath.

He decided to try to contact Professor Morgan again the next day.

June 14

Elizabeth was woken up by her alarm clock as usual. She turned it off, took a minute to wake herself up, got out of bed, and then nudged Nancy, who was still sleeping.

"Ugh... annoying..."

Nancy let out a dissatisfied groan, rolled over on the bed... and then rolled over again.

It wasn't until Elizabeth finished brushing her teeth that the blonde Nancy finally changed from a lying position to a sitting position.

Her beautiful blue eyes were lifeless, staring blankly ahead.

Elizabeth, used to it all, leaned against the wall, flipping through a beautifully bound gardening book, waiting for her roommate to emerge from the world of dreams.

"What time is it?" Nancy asked.

6:30.

"Six thirty..." Nancy muttered softly, "Six thirty... Do you know how much sleep a person should get in a day?"

"Seven to eight hours," Elizabeth replied, "But actually, sleeping only seven hours can be very tiring."

"Do you know how long I slept?"

Five hours?

"Thank you for having so much faith in me," Nancy said. "But actually, I went to bed at four."

Elizabeth shook her head. "You should put down your romance novels. I'm very worried about your health."

"Hey, it's nice to have someone care." Nancy chuckled, but Elizabeth sensed a hint of unrepentance in her smile.

The blonde young woman got out of bed, still clutching the novel she had been reading the night before.

"But I couldn't help it. Every time I turned a page, I would tell myself, ' Nancy, Nancy, you have to go to sleep after you finish this page'... and then I would say it again when I turned to the next page, and before I knew it, I had finished reading it."

Nancy placed the novel on the small bookshelf.

Elizabeth glanced at the book's title, "The Beast Prince," and realized it didn't look like a library book; Nancy had probably bought it herself.

"Did I disturb your sleep?" Nancy asked.

Elizabeth shook her head. "No, otherwise I would have called you."

Nancy grabbed her arm. "Then... then Elizabeth, could you... you know, when the professor isn't here, could you..."

"Let you sleep for a while."

Elizabeth had anticipated this.

She pretended to think, deliberately not answering, until Nancy moved closer and closer, until she was practically hugging Nancy, before finally smiling and replying, "Okay."

"I knew you were the best!" Nancy said excitedly, half a head shorter than Elizabeth, and now she pressed her face against Elizabeth's shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't slack off on the work."

Elizabeth deduced that Nancy would sleep for at least three hours, and if Professor Armitage were gone for a longer period, Nancy could sleep for four or five hours.

But she believed Nancy was telling the truth when she said she wouldn't do less work.

Nancy has her own methods.

Nancy is beautiful, and she knows she is.

Whenever Nancy wanted to take a break while working, she would never ask Elizabeth for help; instead, she would go to the philosophy section alone.

She would deliberately open her already large eyes even wider, then blink them and randomly find a male classmate who was reading a philosophy book, sit opposite him, and whisper that she was so tired.

"Then he'll get all the work done," Nancy said.

After explaining Nancy would act like a preschool teacher and ask Elizabeth, "Did you learn it? Now go try it out!"

Elizabeth didn't want to try; she felt it would be somewhat impolite.

Elizabeth believed that Nancy was genuinely tired when she said she was, and that the boys helped her voluntarily, so she couldn't morally condemn her.

Nancy went to put on makeup, Elizabeth didn't. Elizabeth took the opportunity to water the daffodils she had planted.

The two went to have breakfast together. It was still summer vacation, so the large canteen was closed, and the corn porridge at the small canteen was not as good, plus they had to walk a lot further.

When they arrived at the library, it was 7:10.

As luck would have it, the librarian senior arrived a little earlier this time.

Elizabeth could then return the book early, instead of waiting until noon.

The librarian, a senior student, found Elizabeth's library card, which contained Elizabeth basic information:

Name: Elizabeth Williams

Book Title: <Kingdom Horticultural Society Plant Cultivation Guide>

Borrowing period: 30 days

Elizabeth actually only borrowed the book for six days before returning it early.

"Student ID," the senior student said simply.

Elizabeth was a little stunned. She and this senior student were fairly familiar with each other, and it had been a long time since she had shown her student ID when returning books.

She took it out; her name was on it.

Elizabeth Williams

Just like on the library card, she needs to write her full name on formal occasions.

"Signature." The senior student pushed over the library card and Steel Pen.

Elizabeth took it; her handwriting was neat and orderly. She wrote her name on it:

Elizabeth

She forgot to write her surname.

The senior student glanced at it and didn't find any errors.

Nancy stood by and watched, but she didn't see anything.