Percival's eyebrows arched in surprise.

Indeed! Floyd knew a lot, those symbols turned out to be his family's script.

"Wow, they belong to your family? Why would your family create such complicated scripts? It seems pretty hard to write, doesn't it tire you out?"

"We don't use them anymore, actually. They were used by our ancestors long ago. They thought of these as family secrets, so they developed a script only our family could decipher." "How come you know about it if it's that ancient?"

"Every child in our family learns it from a young age, along with English. Plus, my dad still has some of these books at home, so I picked it up over time."

Floyd looked towards Vivienne in the driver's seat, "But my dad always said this was unique to our family. Why do you have something with our family's script on it?"

His eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge, driven by his father's stern warnings that these secrets must never be shared with anyone, under any circumstances!

Vivienne didn't turn back, "We found these and are still trying to decode them. They might be related to a case."

"So, you're detectives?"

Percival and Vivienne remained silent.

Taking their silence as confirmation, Floyd turned to Juliette, impressed, "No wonder you wouldn't tell me what was going on at lunch. It's because you're detectives, that's so cool!" Juliette chuckled awkwardly.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!" Floyd promised, covering his mouth.

Vivienne glanced at him, saying nothing.

house, and Vivienne

before were gone, but

the familiar slippers, Floyd gave

upstairs. The study looked the same as the day before, except the items from the floor were now on the desk. "Let's sort through everything you can understand. I'll help you with these," Vivienne said, dragging two chairs over, one big and one small, for them to sit on. Floyd seemed in good

by writing down the meanings of the symbols Vivienne had drawn, according to his memory. For the

half hour, the whole family

you the rest after I get the dictionary from home?" Vivienne took the report and scrutinized the densely packed writing.

written neatly, making the complex symbols easy to understand, and even noted several meanings

it was time for dinner and called everyone down. Floyd was well-behaved, eating everything

Floyd to go home, Vivienne, not Percival, took it

was happy to be with Vivienne, at least she hadn't

with

glanced at Floyd through the rearview mirror at a red light, "There's something I've

mentioned this script is unique to your family. Aren't your family members going to

of silence before Floyd

saw

mostly over this script. My dad wants to keep using

is harming others by insisting on using the script. If

sorrow, didn't escape

her gaze, her own

they arrived, Vivienne opened the car door for Floyd and straightened his

sound of something

if he

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