Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1020 - 87: Research Direction and Life Interests

Cheng Feng and Yan Yu’an didn’t hesitate much, immediately diving into work, each starting to search for Professor Maxwell’s research reports.

This requires very professional intelligence analysis skills and a cultural level honed in higher education institutions.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t even understand what the professor wrote.

Wang Yunxiao evidently lacked both, so he could only stuff his hands into his pockets and wander around.

Through the window, you could see students on the school plaza wearing reddish-brown uniforms and checkered vests, looking innocent and oblivious to the world’s hardships.

If they were really to maintain this academic atmosphere for another hundred years, that would indeed be terrifying.

But such things mostly exist only in fantasy essays.

Just moments ago, as they walked along, two students sneakily came up and asked if they had any leaves.

The office had many messy things, including quite a few complex mechanical structures. Wang Yunxiao held back the urge to meddle, because he didn’t know if he’d trigger some alarm mechanism.

He indeed couldn’t understand the professor’s manuscript, not because of a lack of cultural level, but mainly due to the differences between the English grammar of this era and that of a hundred years later, along with academia’s trend of revering the strong...

Just like in later generations, when writing papers, everything must be translated into English or cite English sources, academic manuscripts of this era would occasionally mix in some German, French, or even Latin.

Forget ordinary people, even the professor’s own students may not be able to sort it out when organizing manuscripts.

This is also the main reason why the notes and manuscripts of many famous scholars take years or even decades to organize after their death.

Wang Yunxiao walked to the end of the office and discovered a movable newspaper board here.

Simply put, it looked like one of those simple teaching whiteboards but recorded various news messages on it and kept updating constantly.

The topmost freshly updated news was about a student from the Aeronautics Society dying accidentally while parachuting at the observatory.

Besides these real-time news messages, there was also a printer that could automatically print the news and place them in a storage basket nearby.

With a glance, Wang Yunxiao saw the top paper with a large headline reading "Does Professor Moriaty Really Exist?"

"...According to leaked information from relevant people, several recent murder cases are connected to a criminal group known as the ’Moriaty Gang’, whose core leader claims to be Professor Moriaty..."

"...A genius of crime, completely devoid of crime motives or clues about the perpetrator..."

"...Famous detective Holmes has remained silent on the matter, and this silence suggests that he is either helpless about it or some irresistible force is making him stay silent..."

"...So we can’t help but ask, does the perfect crime truly exist? Does Professor Moriaty truly exist?"

"...Are there some unspeakable political factors behind these cases..."

Does the professor normally read this stuff? He’s quite leisurely.

Wang Yunxiao looked around and felt there shouldn’t be any big problems, so he reached for the top page and continued reading.

"Renowned collector Stephen was murdered at home..."

"...The assailant robbed some money but left no fingerprints. In addition, several collections from the New Continent disappeared. The police issued a reward notice, hoping people knowledgeable about these collections would provide clues at the station..."

"Former Imperial Navy Rear Admiral Hilton died at home..."

"...The assailant robbed some money, along with some of the general’s valuable collections, including a Dragon Talisman seized from the Ming Country Navy fleet at the Malacca Naval Battle and Ghost Warrior armor from the Fusang Navy..."

"Famous philanthropist, successful social figure, President of Lulan Oil Company Mr. Johnson died of drug overdose at home..." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"...Although no money was lost, Mr. Johnson’s personal safe at home showed signs of being forcibly opened. According to informed sources, the Lulan Oil Company’s top management recently unanimously decided to explore oil in the New Continent, a move obviously violating the Avalon framework agreement..."

Wang Yunxiao frowned slightly and continued reading sheet by sheet.

Time ticked by.

Until the sunlight outside gradually tilted, Wang Yunxiao finished reading all the news copies in his hand and raised his wrist to check the time.

Two twenty-five in the afternoon.

They had been in the office for over two hours, even if Professor Maxwell didn’t have classes in the afternoon, it didn’t mean he definitely wouldn’t return.

This meant the risk was continuously growing.

"How are things on your end?"

"A little bit left."

Cheng Feng quietly replied, "This old-timer has some wild ideas... from X-ray scans to the Sea of Ether, he wants to research everything, but I think what Holmes wants should be this thing..."

"What?"

"The perpetual motion machine!"

Just as they were talking, footsteps approached from outside the door.

The three of them simultaneously looked up, holding their breath and focusing.

"Professor! Professor?"

A female student’s panicked voice came from outside the door.

The professor wasn’t in.

Then, Wang Yunxiao and the others heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door lock.

Are Lanton’s students nowadays so lawless?

Wang Yunxiao quickly moved behind the door, and as it opened, he firmly restrained the female student rushing in.

The girl struggled vainly twice, realized she couldn’t escape, and quickly quieted down.

This was a Scavenger.

In layman’s terms, just like the three of them, she was dressed as weirdly, just without the bird-beak mask.

"I won’t report you guys, let me take one thing and I’ll leave immediately!"

Seeing her seemingly cooperative attitude, Wang Yunxiao slightly loosened the hand covering her mouth and nose, not expecting her to speak with such a seasoned tone, leaving one stunned.

Is your professor’s office some kind of treasure trove?

The most appropriate way to handle it, of course, wasn’t to knock the girl out, tie her up, or silence her, as that’d alert Professor Maxwell to anomalies when he returned.

Since his identity seemed not to be seen through but treated as a co-conspirator, Wang Yunxiao cooperatively tested the waters: "What do you want to take?"

"The emergency braking device the professor made last year, a Mechanical Puppet has gone out of control! It must be stopped immediately!"

Wang Yunxiao slowly released his hold, the girl stepped forward, looked around, and couldn’t help scratching her head: "Did you see that thing? Help me find it!"

I don’t even know what it looks like.

Wang Yunxiao spread his hands, signaling his helplessness.

The girl stomped her foot and ran to a mechanical bird that looked like an ornament on the windowsill, cleared her throat, and said, "I am Su Ya, Su Ya Cavendish, please connect me with the professor, I have an urgent matter to discuss with him."

The mechanical bird’s ruby eyes instantly flickered with an eerie light.