Heavy rain.
A group of people sat in the living room, searching for news related to Luye Garden online.
Sun Yan was sitting on the sofa, cracking sunflower seeds, while next to him, Gao Enya was flipping through the book they had previously brought back from the headquarters of Luye Garden.
"Sun Yan, look, the contents recorded in the latter part of this book are completely different from the front part; it's a bit strange."
At this point, Gao Enya suddenly handed the book to Sun Yan, whose pages were filled with a large amount of Arabic numbers, looking complex and patternless, like random scrawls.
But the symbols recorded in sacrificial events cannot possibly be meaningless content.
Sun Yan still took it and examined it carefully: "These numbers..."
"Everyone, something's happened."
