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墨書 Inktalez
After receiving the blood-red letter marked with a "Z," I knew that my peaceful days were over. I had become both the hunter and the prey. Every day felt like walking on thin ice, constantly alert to everything around me.
However, the threat did not come from the outside; it began within my own mind.
At first, there were small changes. I discovered that my private letters had been tampered with, occasionally containing inexplicable letters. Even more bizarre was that I started seeing the letter "Z" frequently in my daily life.
On street corner billboards, coffee shop menus, and even newspaper headlines—this letter seemed to be following me, warning me of some unknown danger approaching.
I tried to convince myself it was just a coincidence, that I was being too sensitive. But my sharp detective instincts told me this was far from simple.
One night, while organizing case files in my study, I suddenly noticed that the spines of the books on the shelf seemed to form a pattern. Stepping back a few paces, I gasped—the spines were arranged into a giant "Z"!
I was certain the bookshelf had been normal when I left that morning. This meant someone had entered my home while I was away and rearranged the books without my noticing.
My heart raced, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I realized that the Alphabet Society was far more powerful than I had imagined. They were everywhere, infiltrating every aspect of life. I even began to suspect whether those around me had also been compromised by them.
Just then, my phone rang unexpectedly. It was an unfamiliar number.
I hesitated for a moment but answered the call.
"Mr. Matthew White," a deep voice said, "we finally meet."
I tightened my grip on the phone, "Who are you?"
"I am a member of the Alphabet Society, but I do not agree with their methods," the voice continued. "I want to help you uncover the truth."
I furrowed my brow, "Why would you help me? Is this some kind of trap?"
"Because we are all searching for the same thing—the truth," the mysterious person replied. "If you want to know more, meet me by the fountain at Trafalgar Square tomorrow at noon. Bring your courage and that manuscript."
The call abruptly ended. I stood there, lost in thought. Was this a trap? Or was there really an insider wanting to help me?
Regardless, I knew I had no choice. This might be my only chance to unravel the mystery.
The next day, I arrived early at Trafalgar Square. I chose a concealed spot to observe everything around me. At noon, a man wearing sunglasses approached the fountain.
He looked around and then began tapping his fingers on the edge of the fountain. Listening closely, I suddenly realized he was using Morse Code!
I quickly deciphered the message: "Z is not the end but a new beginning."
Just then, sirens blared across the square as several police cars rushed in, causing the crowd to stir restlessly.
When I looked back at the fountain, the mysterious man had vanished. But he left an envelope by the fountain's edge.
I quickly grabbed the envelope and slipped away amidst the chaos. Only when I was sure no one was following did I stop and tremblingly open it.
Inside was a note that read: "The truth lies between the letters. Unravel the code, and you will find us. But be careful, not all members of the Alphabet Society want the truth to be revealed to the world."
Below the note was a strange combination of letters: "ZACBEDGFIH..."
I stared at this string of letters, and suddenly it dawned on me. These weren't random letters; they were a special arrangement of the Alphabet!
I realized that this could be the key to unlocking the secrets of the Alphabet Society. But at the same time, I knew I had become entangled in a much larger web.
Now, I not only had to contend with the mysterious Alphabet Society but also be wary of a police force that might already be compromised. I didn't even know if I could trust anyone around me.
But I had no choice. I had to solve this puzzle, expose the truth about the Alphabet Society, and protect my own life.
Because now, I was not just a detective; I was a crucial piece in this deadly game. And all of London had become part of this thrilling chess match.
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