Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 134 Don't be afraid, silly little brother

“The Feynman Manuscript? ...Never heard of it. You should know that my major was chemistry, not some other traditional mysticism or metaphysics.”

Milo quickly washed the dishes and ran upstairs.

In Emma's study room, he told Emma about the clues he had heard from Chief Constable Charles, intending to find out if she had heard these rumors.

After all, the eldest sister is the only one in the family who has ever been to a college.

Moreover, the mysterious case Charles mentioned probably also happened within an academy. It might not be Nanwei Academy, but it certainly happened among students, and Emma might have heard of it to some extent.

But Milo quickly realized that Emma wouldn't waste a single moment on areas she wasn't interested in. If she thought something was stupid, then everyone who talked about it was stupid too.

Clearly, the students Charles described who sought help from some kind of cult ritual for love or personal gain were the idiots Emma saw them as.

"Then at least you know roughly what kind of thing the Fenich Manuscript is, right?"

Milo asked, spreading his hands.

Emma sat at her desk, resting her temple on her hand as she thought for a moment: "There are many theories. The most common one is that this is a book that records the theories of some evil church, but this book only exists in rumors."

“I told you you knew something.” Milo narrowed his eyes, persisting despite Emma’s tone clearly sounding like she was talking about a ridiculous joke: “Anything else?”

“There are no more ducks.” Emma shrugged.
"Is that all? You're the smartest brain in the Valrocan family, I was hoping you could point me to some important clues," Milo pressed.

"Please, I just read a little more than you guys, there's really no need to treat me like an encyclopedia." Emma shook her head helplessly.

Milo glanced at the pile of unidentifiable chemical instruments on the table behind Emma: "I've never seen anyone else with a lot of reading manage to concoct a snot bomb."

"Snot?" Emma looked puzzled.

“The liquids you produced have a certain viscosity…” Milo explained.

"Could you please not describe it so sleazy?" Emma sighed and explained.
That stuff is called nitroglycerin.

"Clam?"

When Milo heard the scientific name, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

If he remembers correctly, in the world he knew, the inventor of nitroglycerin used this stuff to blow up his own brother.

What a coincidence! In this world, Milo is also the younger brother of the inventor of this thing.

He suddenly recalled some absurd theories about parallel universes, in which events that happen in one world would be repeated in another world in a similar way.

Milo suddenly had a feeling that danger was lurking everywhere...

……

“Please tell me you’ve stopped researching that thing.” Milo looked at Emma solemnly.

Emma reached out and patted Milo's head:

"I'm not stupid enough to keep the evidence at home to continue studying. Don't be afraid, silly brother."

"That's good." Milo breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Emma's hand off his head.

But Emma's next words made him worry again:

"What I'm researching now is storage materials. Liquid glycerol is difficult to preserve and has poor stability. I'm considering using a porous material as a carrier to adsorb it, which might allow me to make it into a solid form. If all goes well, this would be a new type of explosive that is many times more powerful than black powder."

As Emma launched into her long-winded explanation, Milo's mind was filled with images of himself being blown to pieces. He figured there was no need for other psychics to intervene or for the hounds to come knocking; as long as he continued living with this woman, Milo would eventually become a historical figure.

Just as he was wondering if an award called the "Walrocan Prize" would appear in the world in the future.

Emma stretched out her slender, fair hand and waved it in front of Milo, pulling him back to reality:

"Am I about to fall into another hallucination?"

"No, no, no, it won't happen again." Milo shook his head repeatedly.

He suddenly realized that the conversation seemed to have gone too far off track.

So we turned our conversation back to the Fenich manuscript.

But as soon as the topic of the manuscript came up, the radiant look on Emma's face vanished instantly, showing that her true love was indeed dynamite.

"I really don't know much about these strange rumors, and besides, I've been lying at home for so long. You should know more about what's going on outside than I do..."

Emma said she couldn't help either, but halfway through her sentence, she seemed to remember something, and her eyes lit up as she said:

"By the way, you can ask Xiao Yi."

“Enid?” As soon as Milo heard the name, images of her cute little fangs and her cat costume on Day of the Dead immediately came to mind.

"She knows a lot about these things?"

“She’s an expert in this field, at least that’s how I see it. Remember that book you mentioned, ‘Tales of the Strange’? She recommended it to me countless times, and every time she had the chance, she would tell me the stories in it.” Emma said to Milo, counting on her fingers, “In Little Yi’s mind, the most important thing is these bizarre and fantastical things, the second is handsome men, and the third is her major, law.”

Milo certainly remembered that ghost story.

After all, the town of Ikham is one of the main characters in this story.

“I originally thought that handsome men were her primary interest,” Milo said thoughtfully.

“No, it must be these heretical doctrines. She knows almost everything that’s strange in the folklore. Asking her is definitely the right thing to do,” Emma said with great certainty.

“Then it seems I need to pay Enid a visit.” Milo nodded.

"Speaking of which, it seems she also had something to ask you these past few days, but you weren't home," Emma suddenly mentioned.

"Looking for me? What do you want from me?"

"You'll know then."

Emma's face showed a rare, clearly amused smile.

……

...

After finishing his conversation with the family's most brilliant mind, Milo went downstairs and found that little Finn had fallen asleep on his homework. The only two lines of writing on the notebook were soaked with his drool, and Kang, who had gone out, had not yet returned.

Milo stared at the leftover smoked chicken on the plate on the table, lost in thought.

Clearly, during the days he was away, it was old Theon who was responsible for protecting his family...

(End of this chapter)