Chapter 1 Hardcore Traveler
Rumble -
a thunder echoed through the rainy night.
Yang Siming, who was sleeping in front of his desk, also woke up.
He raised his head and looked around, the confusion gradually faded from the corners of his eyes, and a smile with mixed emotions appeared on the young face.
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"Today, I got off work very early."
Before he lost consciousness, he was still recording images of precious clay tablets at the underground ruins in the north of Hashimiya.
However, due to a sudden earthquake, the collapsed ground and earth and rocks had completely buried him.
In theory, he is already a dead person, even if God bless him.
You should also lie in the hospital ward and wake up slowly.
What kind of development is sleeping lying down on this desk?
"Near-death hallucination? Shock insanity?"
"Close contact of the third kind?"
"Or time travel?"
Various conjectures popped up in his mind one after another.
As a young man living in the 21st century, he is still very receptive to things.
After moving his body, which seemed to be fine, Yang Siming slowly stood up from the chair and looked around more carefully.
Good size room, old but not dingy.
A row of taller-than-human standing wardrobes and full-length mirrors.
A framed oil painting of a white man.
A brown-black grandfather clock that was so old that the paint was peeling off stood at the edge of the room.
Patched fabric sofa.
Finally -
his eyes were firmly fixed on the candle on the desk in front of him, or to be precise, its candlelight base.
In front of the window, the uneven dim candlelight pushed away the darkness with difficulty.
And the burnt wick resting on the edge of the flame made the already difficult light even more difficult.
——This is an extremely crudely made candle.
It was so rough that the man in front of the candlelight realized that he had really traveled through time.
Different from those mass-produced items made in modern factories, the candle in front of him was turbid in color and rough in shape. It was dim and had extremely conspicuous black smoke. The unique smell of burning animal fat could even be smelled in the air.
The most important point.
——It’s the wick of this candle!
Just like what he saw at a glance.
Under the yellow flame core, there is a burnt black cotton thread that has burned but failed to burn completely.
It is not an improved version of three threads twisted into one!
This is very common knowledge.
In the history of mankind that belongs to the earth -
as early as the early 19th century, the Frenchman with the awkward name Jean Bachier discovered the problem that a single candle wick did not burn cleanly, so he improved it into a version with three threads twisted into one; then almost During the same period, French chemist Michel abandoned animal fat and switched to chemical materials to make candles.
Since then, candles in the world, or rather on the earth, have gradually abandoned their ancient and backward structures.
Perhaps some remote areas still use this backward product.
But you can never buy this kind of goods in normal convenience stores.
This candle must have been made by hanging cotton thread on a wooden stick and using an ancient method of mechanically impregnating it with animal fat. It is almost completely extinct in the 21st century!
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"Have I caught up with the time-travel trend?"
After a few breaths of silence, Yang Siming simply pulled the candle and the candlestick over and held it close to look at it carefully.
——It’s the real thing.
Leaning back on the chair, his eyes immediately shifted to the open notebook in front of him.
Except for the unreadable otherworldly words on the left side of the page, everything else was covered in ink stains.
"Ink stain."
When he just woke up, this note was pressed under his hand.
Stretching out his hands, the palm prints of his right hand were indeed stained with ink of the same color as the ink stains on his notes. A large amount of ink even spread to the palm, and near the edge of the palm, a line of fair skin stood out from the ink.
The joints are hidden and the fingers are slender. There are no calluses and the skin is white and tender.
——Completely different from the rough yellow palms I once had.
Turning sideways, Yang Siming sat sideways on the chair and raised his head, reflecting his own figure in the dressing mirror behind him.
Her slightly messy blond hair hangs down from her ears to her shoulders, and her facial features are as gentle as the warm sun in early winter, yet still angular, especially a pair of dark gray eyes that are as sculpture-like as Athena's. Even a dimly lit room cannot conceal her radiance.
Unable to bear it, he complained:
"Girl killer, this is it!"
With such a handsome appearance, he would receive at least 20 WeChat IDs in an hour if he was left on the street.
This time travel is definitely a perfect match.
With a young and handsome face, and a pair of hands that are not prone to childbirth, there is a high probability that I have passed through the body of a guy who can live without worrying about his status alone.
So.what
to do now?
After confirming the time travel and confirming the new body, new questions arise.
The notes spread out in front of him were filled with words he had never seen before.
In the same way, I should be ignorant of the language of this world.
Referring to this appearance and the furnishings in the room, the era background can be roughly locked before the outbreak of productivity in human society.
If the civilizations and customs of this world could be as connected to the earth as the interior decoration, those customs full of local characteristics would be very popular.
When the time comes to face my own 'amnesia', I will probably not be able to withstand any bloodletting treatment, exorcism by a priest, or even the most unlucky BBQ wizard's barbecue meal.
Even if he wanted to defend himself, he couldn't handle it because he didn't understand the language.
Thinking this way, the main target of thinking also shifted to the content of the notes in front of me.
How great would it be if I could read the words above?
Are current time travels so irresponsible?
There is no memory inheritance, no system assistance, and even no language. This difficulty of survival is too unfriendly to ordinary people!
Thinking about his difficult future, Yang Siming handed his back to the chair. Yang Siming subconsciously pressed his fingers on the words in the note and slowly moved across them with his eyes.
This is a customary gesture when reading a book.
Pressing your fingers on the text at the end of your line of sight can give people a good sense of reading.
This is true even if you can't understand the true meaning.
Crash -
the pages turned.
Although he couldn't read the text, Yang Siming still started to read the text in front of him. The current situation, even if he could only find some graffiti in the notes, was better than continuing to know nothing.
I continued to browse, but the clues I got were not satisfactory.
Although the content in the notes could be seen to be an alphabetic script, it was completely different from any language he had ever known.
The bytes of Arabic letters, Greek letters, Syrian letters, and Cyrillic letters
do not match except O, which is a super universal character that everyone can see.
Complete ignorance, complete desperation!
If he didn't find something, his end would be almost certain.
--die.
[Please collect the new book and recommend it! 】
(End of this chapter)