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"That's it." Truth narrowed her eyes and read the ancient Egyptian text in the half-page travel note bit by bit.

"Can you understand?" the elf asked in surprise seeing that he was watching intently.She remembered that Truth didn't seem to have gone to college, and she didn't expect to have such attainments.

"I don't understand." Truth smiled, and what he said was very straightforward. "Just thinking that such a piece of paper from [-] years ago will bring real happiness to mankind, I have an incredible feeling."

"It is you who are incredible," said the elf.

Two years ago, it was Truth who established a psychological rehabilitation club in this church, and the elf was the first "patient" under his care.

Later, she was attracted by the zeal of truth and joined it.

She looked at the truth and was in charge of the pastor's work during the day. At night, she lit a lamp, took out her textbooks, and learned professional psychology knowledge clumsily.

In this way, day after day, people who were hurt by life walked into this church, and they regained their courage when they left.

It was during this time that Cut, Turtle, and others joined the group.

They have all fallen to the bottom, so they understand this hopelessness, so after they are freed, they start to help others, hoping to bring hope to more people.

They are very satisfied with this "part-time job" and feel that they have found the meaning of life.

Until a few months ago, truth brought that stone.They have a new goal: to change the world, to eradicate people's suffering from the root.

"Call the Tracker," Truth said.

It was late at night, but he couldn't wait until the next morning, and he wanted to know the answer now.

Tracer is also one of the organization's nine founders.

Half an hour later, the tracer pushed open the door of the church, lifted the hood of the sweater, and revealed a dark and immature face, looking like an ordinary black middle school student.

"I ran out secretly, and I have to go back before my mother finds out." He looked at the piece of paper in Truth's hand, "This is it?"

"Please." Truth handed over half a page of travel notes.

The tracer didn't take the travel note, but turned to look at the elf.

According to the rules of truth, unless it is a situation that requires assistance, they are not allowed to show each other's abilities.

The elf raised his hands to his chest, "OK, I'll go out now."

After she went out, the tracer took half a page of the travel notes, took out a knife and cut his index finger.

A drop of viscous "blood" dripped down.

His blood wasn't a normal red, but a slightly transparent color with a rainbow of different colors inside.The blood dripped on the travel notes, a gust of wind emerged from the drop of blood, the windows of the church were buzzed, and the whites of the tracer's eyes also showed colorful light.

"I see it," he said. "This...seems to be a burial chamber."

"What's in there?" Truth asked.

"It's dark, I can't see clearly, wait, this man lit a torch! I see a stone mask!" said the tracer.

The ability of the tracer is even more weird than that of the tortoise. He can perceive the memory of the brain of the former user when he used the object again by touching the object.

For example, when a man who is broken in love picks up a photo with his ex-girlfriend, memories of his ex-girlfriend will naturally appear;

For example, when an employee receives an outstanding employee trophy issued by the company, he will naturally have the memory of working hard during this period.

Tracers can read pictures about ex-girlfriends and hard work by touching photos and trophies.

When Robert Spitwagen wrote this travel note, he also recalled the memory of his expedition. The tracer is using the first perspective to find the information in this memory.

"The stone mask should have been taken away by Lance Brando, and Dior relied on its ability to awaken. The important thing is the wall. What is painted on the wall?" Truth asked.

"There are many words that I can't understand, and there are a few murals. They seem to be enshrining the gods. There are lightning, hurricanes, rain and deserts around the gods, and above the gods..." The tracer's eyes gradually dimmed, he said The last and most critical information.

"There is a mask on top of the god's head."

The tracer withdrew from Robert's memory, and he softened and sat on the chair.

"Water." Truth conjured a glass of water out of thin air and handed it over.

"Thank you." The tracer took the water, gulped it all, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting beside him, Truth said softly, "What is that mask like?"

"I can't see it."

"Think again."

The tracer recalled as much as possible, and finally he thought of a difference.

"Around the mask... lines representing light are drawn."

"Light! Yes, this is it!" Truth shouted excitedly.

Tracers rarely saw such an exaggerated expression on Truth's face. He asked, "Is this mask referring to the stone mask in Dio's hand?"

"No, that's just a poor imitation. Good job!" Truth patted the tracer on the back hard.

At this time, the elf suddenly opened the door and broke in, her expression was complicated.

"what happened?"

"The cut was caught!" said the elf.

"Alas!" Truth elongated his voice, raised his head and sighed, "I will remember his contribution, he gave his life for the good of the world—"