Chapter 8 This is not an anticlimax
. How to describe
it? It's like you just bought a new car, but you didn't even get the license plate, and the insurance salesperson has already started calling and harassing you.
Saying that these two things are not related.
——Who would believe it!
Look at your current situation as well.
Traveling through another world, and then using the knowledge of earth civilization to pass the test, and getting a 'precious cultural relic' also from the earth, this in itself is an event worth thinking about.
Not to mention the previous 'Ronald', who noticed something was wrong around him before he got this body.
Just now, he felt that the test in the illusion ended too suddenly, even a bit anticlimactic.
But now it seems that I may have to take back this evaluation.
"Okay, accept the identity."
"Anyway, I need to change my clothes again."
As he muttered, Yang Siming came to the closet with some familiarity, and took out the suit he had already worn from the closet according to his previous memory. 's clothes, everything is exactly the same as in the fantasy.
After changing clothes, straighten the wrinkled collar.
Facing the full-length mirror illuminated by dim candlelight, Yang Siming nodded with satisfaction.
"Now."
"I am Ronald Adler."
"By the way, I'm still a knight."
To be honest, he wouldn't mind changing his name.
Not only was he forced by the reality of survival, but he had actually traveled to Umred in Maharashtra, India, during a work on collecting Maurya dynasty documents.
The Indian man who held power at that time, but spoke Hinglish and forcibly interpreted his Chinese-sounding name, made him accept everything.
Even when he was exposed to the weirder Scottish-accented English later, he felt that there was no problem. He
finally moved his hands and feet to confirm that he had no physical problems.
Ronald simply picked up the candlestick from the table, then pushed open the door and strode outside.
Apart from myself, there are at most two maids in this house.
One is the Veronica he has 'seen', of course he will recognize her if he meets her; and if he meets someone he doesn't recognize, it will only be another maid named Marianne in the notes.
If you can't even deal with this situation, then you might as well die in this room.
"Wait."
He was about to leave the house.
But before his footsteps fell, Ronald stopped.
After thinking for a moment, he turned back and put the notes on the desk into his arms, and then began to explore the house.
In the dark night, time is passing.
Carefully standing on tiptoes, Ronald's footsteps landed on the wooden floor without making a sound, like a ranger holding a candlelight, carefully wandering around the villa.
In less than an hour, the initial inspection work ended in silence.
The entire house was the same as what he had confirmed in the illusion before, with a total of three floors.
The bottom floor is fully functional. An waiting room, a reception room, a dining room, a kitchen, and a place where servants or guests live are all here. There are two locked rooms that look like warehouses, but the key in my hand does not fit. So it cannot be confirmed.
On the second floor, there is the bedroom and study room where the owner and his family live, and there is even a special music room. However, since Ronald is the only one left in the Adler family, it is basically abandoned.
In addition, there are washrooms in the same location in the southeast corner of the first and second floors. The relatively primitive water pipes connect these facilities together, forming a fairly adequate sewage facility.
As for the top three floors and the basement, there is only an empty attic and a small warehouse where debris is stored. It is not a place where dirt can hide.
After all, night is not a suitable investigation environment. Candlelight and the environment severely limit Ronald's search skills.
But even so, he already had enough information.
A villa of this size is definitely not something that the original owner can build due to his current financial situation. Although the walls and furniture are properly maintained, it is still easy to see the ancient history. The ancestral wealth is now in ruins, and the contents in the diary have been further confirmed.
The bookshelves in the study room on the second floor are quite substantial, but most of them are old. Whether it's the latest yearbook or the oldest dictionary, they all use the same font as the diary that Ronald reads. With the help of the language comprehension ability brought by that string of mysterious characters, he even briefly looked at the contents of the books in it.
—actually a so-called one-hour exploration activity.
It was in the study that Ronald spent most of his time.
Most of the contents recorded in the books are myths, biographies, local customs, and have nothing to do with mysticism or magic. The only ones that can relate to these things may be children's fairy tale books that are almost worn out.
Ronald trusted his investigative abilities very much. After all, he had used this ability to deal with many problems before.
But based on the results of this one-hour investigation, except for myself who traveled through time, there was nothing in the villa related to the mysterious phenomenon, and the maids Veronica and Marianne who were supposed to be resting were nowhere to be seen.
This
is not common sense!
Even if she is in despair, such a maid serving a noble should not disappear at night, let alone it is still a rainy night.
The room where the servants lived had obvious traces of life.
Having just experienced a mysterious incident, Ronald is now mentally very sensitive.
If he traveled normally, he could still find a reason to explain and convince himself that the maid might need to go out in an emergency.
But now,
you have to be careful -
when reality becomes bizarre, it often means there is something special behind it.
Based on the clues I collected, if I let my mind wander and speculated at will, there were too many possibilities that could lead to this situation.
What's even more ominous is that none of these assumptions is a good thing.
His thoughts were still confused, and the puzzle of clues was not enough to reveal the puzzle.
Faced with this situation, Ronald made his own decision in silence - go out!
Now is not the time to go back to the bedroom, cover your head and fall asleep, and play psychological warfare with others the next morning.
No matter what, you must seize the time to get more information and maximize your chances of survival.
With this thought in his mind, Ronald was already walking towards the door of the villa.
There is rain gear on the porch, which has been confirmed before.
Abandoning the powerful metal frame umbrella in thunderstorms, Ronald put on a plastic cloak and quietly opened the door of the villa.
"Plastic, it seems."
Muttering in his mouth, Ronald wanted to praise this era of plastic products.
After all, under this kind of productivity and consumption structure, having a plastic cloak is definitely a good thing with a small probability.
However, the next second, the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.
The reason was very simple -
as soon as he walked out of the villa gate, he saw the lights of the town in the distance.
The town was brightly lit during a thunderstorm night.
Correspondingly, there were the stiff eyes under Ronald's eyebrows and the twitching corners of his mouth.
"This is not a bit interesting -"
"Which big man with outstanding computing power can tell me how many primitive candles I need to light up an entire town?" "
Especially this is a damn thing. Rainy night!"
(End of chapter)