Chapter 9 Notes

After resting for half an hour, Zhou Mingrui, who already thought he was Klein, recovered. During this time, he found that there were four black dots on the back of his right hand, which just formed a small square.

These four black spots turned from dark to light and disappeared quickly, but Klein knew that they were still hidden in his body, waiting to be awakened.

"Four o'clock, square, is it the correspondence of the four staple foods in the four corners? I don't need to prepare the staple foods in the future, I can go directly to the steps and spells?" Klein had a vague guess.

This may seem like a good idea, but there's a little more to it, and the lack of understanding of the "stuff" is always scary.

Then I think of the inexplicable alchemy on the earth that can have an effect here, then I think of the strange time travel in my own sleep, then I think of the mysterious, psychedelic, gray fog world that I don’t know what it represents, and then I think of the “ceremony” wandering around. , the whispers that made people almost crazy, Klein shivered uncontrollably, shivering in the hot weather at the end of June.

He once heard a sentence: "The oldest and strongest emotion of human beings is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown." Now, he has deeply realized the fear that comes from the unknown.

Unprecedented and unstoppable, he had a strong urge to contact the mysterious realm, learn more, and break the unknown. He also had the urge to bury his head and pretend that nothing happened.

The sun was shining outside the window, and the desk was covered with a layer of "gold powder". Klein stared there, as if he had touched a touch of warmth and hope.

He relaxed a little, and immediately felt a surging tide of exhaustion.

The lack of sleep last night and the consumption just now made his eyelids heavy like lead white, and he couldn't stop drooping.

Shaking his head, Klein stretched out his hand to support the edge of the table. He didn't care to clean up the rye bread placed in the four corners. He staggered to the bunk bed. As soon as he lay down, he fell asleep when he touched the pillow.

Gollum! Gollum!

Hunger woke Klein, he opened his eyes, and he was refreshed.

"It hurts a little except for the head." He rubbed his forehead, rolled over and sat up, feeling that he could eat a whole cow now.

While straightening the folds of his clothes, he returned to the desk and picked up the silver-white pocket watch with arabesque patterns.

Snapped!

The lid pops open, and the second hand ticks away.

"At half past twelve, I slept for more than three hours..." Klein swallowed and put the pocket watch into his linen shirt pocket.

In the Northern Continent, a day is also divided into twenty-four hours, sixty minutes per hour and sixty seconds per minute. As for whether the length of each second is the same as the earth, Klein has no idea.

For him, at this moment, even words such as mysticism, ritual, and gray fog world cannot enter his mind. The most important thing at the moment is food, food!

Eat enough to find a way! to do things!

Without hesitation, Klein took back the rye bread from the four corners, flicked off a little dust, and planned to use one of them as the main meal for noon.

Because there was a custom in his hometown to share the offerings after sacrifice, and the four loaves of rye bread didn't seem to have changed at all, with only five pence left in his pocket, he felt that he had to be a little more thrifty.

Of course, this also has the subtle influence of the original owner's memory fragments and living habits.

Because the gas was too expensive, it was distressing to use it for lighting. He took out the stove and added some coal. Klein paced back and forth, waiting for the water to boil.

That kind of rye bread, you will choke if you eat it dry!

"Hey, do you have to live a life of brown bread in the morning, brown bread at noon, and meat at night... No, if Melissa wasn't thinking about my upcoming interview, I could only eat meat twice a week..." Klein, who was hungry and couldn't think about serious issues, looked around.

Thinking of that pound of lamb,

His eyes seemed to turn a little green when he looked at the cabinet.

"No, no, we have to wait for Melissa to eat one piece." Klein shook his head sharply, denying the idea of ​​cutting in half first and doing it now.

As a single dog wandering in a big city, although he mainly eats out, he has honed his basic cooking skills. It's not delicious, but it's enough.

Turning around, Klein planned to keep his eyes out of sight. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that in the morning, in addition to buying meat, he also bought tender peas and potatoes!

Potato! Klein was instantly inspired, twisted back like a whirlwind, rushed to the cupboard, and took two out of the few potatoes.

He first went to the public bathroom to clean the skins of the potatoes, then put them directly into the pot and boiled them with water.

After a while, he took the condiment box from the cupboard, lifted the lid, and sprinkled a little yellowish, rough salt into the water.

After waiting patiently for a few more minutes, Klein lifted the kettle, poured the soup that was not soup into several cups, and poured it into a large bowl. Finally, he forked out two potatoes and placed them on the table.

call!

He peeled a little and blew on his hands, and the smell of boiled potatoes permeated a little bit, which enticed one's appetite.

Saliva secreted frantically. Klein didn't care about peeling only half of it, and regardless of whether the potato was still a little hot, he took a bite and took a bite.

pink! fragrant! Sweet back! Klein's heart was instantly filled with emotion, and he devoured two potatoes and even ate some of the skins.

It was only at this time that he picked up the big bowl and took a sip of the "soup", the light salt taste washed away the dryness in his mouth.

"It was my favorite food when I was a child..." Klein, who was padded on his stomach, sighed silently as he broke the rye bread and soaked it in "soup" to soften it.

Perhaps the previous "ceremony" consumed too much. He ate two of them, a full pound.

After drinking the "soup" and cleaning up, Klein felt that he had come to life completely, experienced the joy of being a human being, and enjoyed the splendor of the sun.

He sat back at his desk and started thinking about what to do next.

"You can't escape, you have to find a way to get in touch with the mysterious realm and become the Extraordinary in the mouths of 'Justice' and 'The Hanged Man'."

"To overcome the fear of the unknown."

"The only way at present is to wait for the next 'gathering' to see if we can hear the formula of the 'audience' potion, or other mysterious knowledge."

"There are still four days until Monday. Before that, we have to face up to the original owner's own problems, why did he commit suicide, what happened to him..."

Unable to travel back, Klein, who patted his butt and walked away, picked up the open notebook, intending to check if there were any clues to see if he could complete the incomplete memory fragments.

Obviously, the original owner had the habit of taking notes, and also had a hobby of taking notes as a diary.

Klein clearly knew that the cabinet that served as the right leg of the desk was full of finished notebooks.

This book has been used since May 10, and the first is mostly related to schools, tutors, and knowledge:

"On May 12, Mr. Azik mentioned that the lingua franca of the Balam Empire in the southern continent was also derived from the ancient Feysac language, which is a branch of the Giant language. Why is this? Do all spiritual beings ever use it? The same language, no, it must be wrong, even in the records of "Apocalypse of the Night" and "Book of Storms", in an era older than ancient times, giants are not the only continental rulers, there are elves , and aliens, and dragons, well, these are just legends, just fairy tales."

...

"On May 16, Senior Associate Professor Cohen and Mr. Azik discussed the inevitability of the steam age. Mr. Azik believed that this was accidental. If Emperor Roselle suddenly appeared, perhaps the Northern Continent would still be as cold as the Southern Continent. In the Age of Weapons, the instructor thought that he emphasized the role of the individual too much. He believed that with the development of the times, there would be no Emperor Roselle and Robert the Great. In short, the era of steam may be late, but it will definitely come. For their debate, I just feel that there is no point. I prefer to discover new things and restore the history that has been shrouded in mist. Maybe, I should not study history, but archaeology.”

...

"On May 29, Welch came to me and said that he had obtained a notebook of the fourth era. My goddess, the notebook of the fourth era! He didn't want to ask his classmates in the archaeology department, he wanted to ask me and Naya for help Interpreting the recorded content, how could I refuse this kind of thing? Of course, it has to be arranged after the graduation defense, at this time, I can't be distracted."

Seeing this, Klein was refreshed. Compared with the previous history reading notes and concept arguments, the newly appeared "Quaternary Epoch" notes were more likely to lead to the original owner's suicide.

The Quaternary is the era before today's "Black Iron Era". Its history is full of fog and many deficiencies. Even the unearthed tombs, ancient cities and documents are very few. Historians and archaeologists can only With the help of the vague and religious theological books of the seven major churches, it is possible to piece together a little "original" and know the existence of the Solomon Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, and the Trenzost Empire.

Determined to break through the fog and restore history, Klein has no interest in the "First Three Era", which is more mythical and legendary, and only cares about the Fourth Era, also known as "The Age of the Gods". The excitement can be imagined.

"Hey, looking at it this way, the original owner valued the interview and was worried about future employment. It's actually unnecessary..." Klein couldn't help but sigh.

At present, universities are still very rare. The vast majority of students are children of nobles and wealthy families. As long as ordinary people enter, even if they are discriminated against because of their status, they will not be included in other people’s social circles, but as long as they are not extreme, they rely on group discussions and group activities. Waiting for things, you can still obtain certain network resources, which are quite precious network resources!

For example, Welch McGovern is the son of a banker in Conston City, Inter-Sea County, Ruen Kingdom. He is bold and generous. Because he has been in a group with Klein and Naya for a long time to do homework and report, so Habitually ask them for help.

Without thinking too much, Klein continued to read the notes:

"June 18th, graduation. Farewell, my Hoy University!"

"On June 19th, I saw that notebook, and after comparing its structure, roots, etc., I found that it was a variant of Old Feysac. In fact, the language has always been slightly evolving.”

"On June 20, we deciphered the contents of the first page. The author is a member of a family called 'Antigonus'."

"On June 21, he mentioned the 'Dark Emperor', which is completely contradictory to the era deduced from the previous content. Could it be that the teacher's view is wrong, and the 'Dark Emperor' is actually the common title of every emperor in the Solomon Empire?"

"On June 22, this family called 'Antigonus' seemed to have a prominent position in the Solomon Empire, and the owner of the note mentioned that he was conducting a secret deal with someone named Tudor. Tudor? Tudor dynasty?"

"On June 23, I restrained myself from thinking about that notebook, not going to Welch's, I'm getting ready for an interview! This is a very important thing!"

"On June 24, Naya told me that they had a new harvest, and I thought I should take a look."

"On June 25th, according to the newly interpreted content, the owner of the note accepted a mission to go to the main peak of the 'Honakis' mountain range to visit the 'Night Kingdom' at the top, my goddess, Hornage The main peak of the Sishan Mountains is more than six kilometers, how can there be a country? What do they rely on to survive!"

"June 26, are all these strange things real?"

At this point, the note is over. Zhou Mingrui crossed over in the early morning of June 28.

"That is to say, there is actually a note on June 27. It's that sentence... 'Everyone will die, including me'..." Klein turned to the page he first saw, and made a horrified judgment.

He felt that in order to solve the mystery of the original owner's suicide, he should go to Welch's place and read the contents of the ancient notes, but with rich "experience" in novels, movies and TV series, he felt that if he went there, if something happened It is indeed related, and most of them will encounter unknown dangers - those guys who know there are ghosts in the castle and go to death are the warning records!

But if you don't go, you can't, escape will never solve the problem, it will only make things more and more tiring, until the dyke bursts and completely drowns itself!

Call the police? I can't say I committed suicide...

Boom!

dong dong!

Suddenly there was a swift and powerful knock on the door.

Klein sat up abruptly and listened.

Boom!

dong dong!

The knock on the door echoed in the empty and lonely floor aisle.