"What do you mean?"
"This notebook was also something that guy picked up. It seems like a student's exercise book, with the first half full of math problems that give me a headache just at a glance. The latter half is that guy's diary."
Sun Hang took the diary and flipped through it roughly—sure enough, the old man didn't lie. At the very front of the notebook, a few pages of math problems hadn't been torn out, and from the sixth page onwards, the diary of the scavenger began.
Sun Hang couldn't help but sigh inwardly that he had arrived just in time. If he had come a few days later, the remaining diary might have turned into fire-starting material for the old man.
Sun Hang flipped through the diary rapidly, seemingly only glancing at each page, but under the effect of bullet time, he read the content of each page thoroughly several times—it felt quite like the "quantum wave speed reading method."
After reading the scavenger's diary, Sun Hang suddenly realized a problem.
