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.

and Vivienne stepped

before were gone, but Vivienne pulled out an identical pair from the shoe

slippers, Floyd gave Vivienne a sweet smile,

sort through everything you can understand. I'll help you with these," Vivienne said, dragging two chairs over,

to his memory. For the symbols he couldn't write, he used phonetic spelling. Vivienne and Percival sat quietly beside him, not saying a

the next half hour, the whole family

I tell you the rest

complex symbols easy to understand, and even noted several

everyone down. Floyd was well-behaved, eating everything without complaint, adhering to the good virtues of dining in

time for Floyd to go home, Vivienne, not Percival, took

Vivienne, at least she hadn't scared

buzzing with excitement

at a red light, "There's something I've been curious about." "What's that?" Floyd

is unique to your family. Aren't your family members going to be upset with you for sharing

question was met with a few seconds of silence before Floyd looked

you saw yesterday,

mostly over this script. My dad wants to keep using it, but

that my dad is harming others by insisting on using the script. If telling

eyes, filled with sorrow, didn't

softened her gaze,

for Floyd and

something crashing came from inside the

looked as if

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