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Lin Mo sat in the corner of the library, surrounded by a pile of heavy ancient texts and materials. The strange striation on his forehead glimmered faintly under the dim light, as if silently reminding him that his life had changed irrevocably.
Ever since discovering his ability to traverse time and space, Lin Mo had been searching for clues about this striation. He knew that this symbol must be related to his powers and might even be the key to unraveling all the mysteries surrounding him.
"Ancient symbols... Time-Space Rift... curses..." Lin Mo murmured to himself, his fingers gently tracing the pages. He had flipped through countless books but had yet to find a symbol that matched the one on his forehead.
Just then, an old tome caught his attention. The cover read "Ancient Civilizations and Mysterious Symbols," its pages yellowed and edges frayed. Lin Mo carefully opened the book, scanning the dense text and illustrations.
Suddenly, his finger halted on one page. In the center was a symbol strikingly similar to the striation on his forehead, albeit more intricate. Next to it was a fragment of text written in some ancient script.
"What is this...?" Lin Mo's heart raced, and he felt the striation on his forehead warm slightly. He scrutinized the accompanying notes and discovered they mentioned a phenomenon called "Time-Space Rift" and a force referred to as a "curse."
"Time-Space Rift... could this be the source of my abilities?" Lin Mo whispered, a surge of inexplicable excitement coursing through him.
However, just as he prepared to continue reading, the library lights flickered and then went out completely. Darkness enveloped him, with only the moonlight streaming through the windows casting long shadows across the shelves.
"What’s happening?" Lin Mo stood up, trying to find an exit. At that moment, he heard a low thudding sound, as if someone was slowly approaching in the dark.
"Who's there?" Lin Mo's voice trembled slightly with tension.
No one answered; only the footsteps grew closer. His heart raced, and he felt the striation on his forehead heat up. He knew he had to leave quickly.
He groped his way toward the exit but stumbled into a bookshelf after just a few steps. Several books fell with a dull thud. Lin Mo bent down to pick them up when his hand brushed against something cold.
He picked up the object and, illuminated by moonlight, saw it was an old rubbing depicting a complex symbol almost identical to the striation on his forehead.
"This is..." Lin Mo's heart raced again as he felt the striation warm even more. He realized he was getting closer to the truth.
Clutching the yellowed rubbing tightly, his heart pounded like a drum. In the darkness of the library, footsteps drew nearer as if someone was slowly closing in on him. He knew he had to escape fast.
He fumbled toward the exit but heard a deep voice behind him say, "Lin Mo, you can't escape."
Lin Mo's heart tightened; the striation on his forehead flared with heat. He quickened his pace, desperate to find an exit, but in the darkness, the bookshelves seemed like a maze from which he could not find his way out.
Just then, he felt a door beneath his hand. He pushed it open forcefully and found himself at the back entrance of the library. Moonlight spilled into an empty alleyway as Lin Mo took a deep breath and rushed outside.
He ran several blocks until he was sure no one was following him before stopping to catch his breath. Looking down at the rubbing in his hand, he noticed that its symbol glimmered faintly in the moonlight as if responding to his heartbeat.
"What exactly is this..." Lin Mo murmured, filled with confusion.
The next morning, Lin Mo arrived at work with last night's events replaying in his mind. He knew he had to find more clues about that symbol, but the library no longer felt safe.
As he prepared to start working, a stranger walked into his office. She appeared to be around thirty years old, her long hair casually tied back; she was strikingly beautiful. Despite showing signs of fatigue on her face, her eyes were sharp and alert.
"Are you Lin Mo?" she approached him and extended her hand. "I'm Su Yuqing, a researcher from the Archaeological Research Institute."
Lin Mo paused for a moment before grasping her hand. "Yes, I am Lin Mo. How can I help you?"
Su Yuqing smiled slightly. "I've heard that you're very interested in ancient symbols. Our research institute has recently discovered some related artifacts, and we would like to ask for your assistance in examining them."
Lin Mo's heart raced, and he felt a faint warmth on his forehead where the Striation lay. He knew this could be the opportunity to unravel the mystery he had been seeking.
"Of course, I would be happy to help," Lin Mo nodded, excitement flickering in his eyes.
In the afternoon, Lin Mo followed Su Yuqing to the Archaeological Research Institute. The institute was located in an old building on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by high walls that added to its air of mystery.
Su Yuqing led Lin Mo through the corridor to an office cluttered with documents. The room was filled with various artifacts and books, and several structural diagrams of ancient tombs hung on the walls. Su Yuqing approached a table and picked up a rubbing of a stone tablet, handing it to Lin Mo. "This is a rubbing of a stone tablet we unearthed from an ancient tomb. It has some strange symbols on it; please take a look and see if they interest you."
Lin Mo took the rubbing and examined it closely. The symbols on the tablet were remarkably similar to the Striation on his forehead, only more intricate, as if they contained some ancient power.
"Do you know what these symbols mean?" Lin Mo looked up, urgency flashing in his eyes.
Su Yuqing shook her head. "We don't know yet. These symbols are unlike any known ancient script, and we are trying to decipher their meanings."
She paused for a moment, her gaze curious. "Why are you so interested in these symbols?"
Lin Mo hesitated but decided to reveal part of the truth. "I've been researching some ancient civilizations recently and discovered that these symbols might be related to some mysterious power. If you don't mind, I would like to participate in your research; perhaps I can be of assistance."
Su Yuqing remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. Finally, she nodded. "Alright, we do need more help. However, you must adhere to our regulations and cannot act independently."
"I understand," Lin Mo sighed with relief, secretly grateful that he had been approached by someone from the Archaeological Research Institute just when he was unsure how to seek clues—especially since it was a beautiful woman!
With anticipation and nervousness in his heart, Lin Mo stepped into the Archaeological Research Institute. During his time working with Su Yuqing, they delved day and night into studying the artifacts and rubbings unearthed from the tombs, but progress was frustratingly slow. Those Mysterious Symbols seemed deliberately uncooperative, refusing to reveal even a hint of their secrets.
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