When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 118

This was the very student Quartz had personally recruited, and now he could only shake his head as he secretly used a small account to post both of her reflections on Facebook.

Ardenos, Hayes Corp’s primary laboratory.

"The problem you’re raising—researchers at the institute actually solved it years ago."

On the screen sat an elderly man with snow-white hair—Solomon, one of Clovencia’s three national treasure–level research staff.

"Mr. Solomon, really?" Jackson’s eyes lit up, but his posture remained rigid with respect. Even through a screen, he didn’t dare sit, didn’t dare make the slightest irreverent move.

"May I see the results?"

Solomon shook his head. "The finished product was destroyed. And her research files were encrypted."

Excitement had barely risen in Jackson’s eyes before disappointment replaced it. He didn’t dare push. Of course Horizon Research Institute wouldn’t hand out its work to outsiders. This must have been Solomon’s way of sparing him embarrassment.

But Solomon, reading his thoughts, smiled and pulled out the file. "If you can understand this, then you’ll be making a contribution to the nation."

Jackson’s eyes gleamed, burning with fierce anticipation.

But when the file finally transferred and he opened it, he went pale. "This is… hieroglyphics?"

Or maybe not… who could tell?

Serena’s intention was clear—no one was meant to read it. She had probably buried traps inside too.

But Solomon could never say such a thing to discourage a bright-eyed student. Instead, he beamed. "Study it well. All the answers you want are in there."

Jackson was ecstatic. He hung up and immediately had his researchers start hunting down references for hieroglyphics.

Tragedy followed. A team of Howerton University’s finest assistants worked for days, only to realize there were entire sections they couldn’t decipher. They consulted archaeologists—same result. Some of the symbols, no one had ever seen before. Worse, the unrecognizable ones were concentrated exactly in the most critical technical sections.

Finally, they resorted to high-tech brute force, searching image by image across the internet. After a day of combing the web, a Facebook post appeared—two entire essays, one in hieroglyphics, the other in Viking runes.

They found three identical symbols there, and two more that were highly similar.

The entire lab went wild. "Who the hell is so bored they’d actually write an essay in hieroglyphics?"

And the kicker—it was coherent. The sentences actually made sense.

But the Facebook account had no details, no profile, not even a listed location.

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