He even took pictures of the entire book with his phone and used OCR recognition, trying to use a program to analyze whether there was some kind of hidden digital pattern.
Two hours passed, and the computer analysis results showed that everything was normal.
The book was formatted like a normal poetry collection, identical to the versions published in history, and even available for purchase online.
Time ticked by, second by second.
The room was exceptionally quiet, only filled with Riven's steady breathing and the faint sound of the central air conditioning.
Lin Yu'an felt like he was trapped in a colossal labyrinth of thought; this Croatian poetry collection was like a Sleeping Beauty under a spell.
He didn't even know her name, let alone find the kiss that would wake her.
Lin Yu'an, a bit irritated, slammed the book shut with a "snap", stood up, and walked to the window, pulling open a slit in the curtain. The sunlight from outside poured in, causing him to squint.
