Chapter 9 Notes

After resting for half an hour, Zhou Mingrui, who had already identified himself as Klein, recovered when he found four more black dots on the back of his right hand, which happened to form small squares.

The four black spots faded from dark to pale, but Crane knew they were still hidden inside him, waiting to awaken.

"Four points, a square, are four corners and four portions of food corresponding?" In the future, I don't need to prepare staple food, and can directly go to the pace and mantra?" Klein had a vague guess.

This seems to be good, but there are a lot of strange origin, lack of understanding of the "things" always make people afraid.

The thought of the inexplicable magic of Earth being able to work here, of the strange passage of his own sleep, of the mysterious, psychedelic, fog-filled world of no knowing what it meant, of the near-insane whispers that lingered around him in the "ritual" made Crane shudder unquenchably, and shivered in the heat of late June.

He had heard a saying: "The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown."

Unprecedented and unstoppable, he had a strong urge to get in touch with the mysterious, to learn more, to break away from the unknown, and a desire to bury his head and pretend that nothing had happened.

The sun was shining outside the window, coating the desk with "gold dust," and Klein stared there, as if he felt a touch of warmth and hope.

He relaxed a little, and at once felt a flood of raging exhaustion.

Last night's sleepless, just consumed, let his eyelids heavy like lead white, can not stop drooping.

With a shake of his head, Klein stretched out his hand to support the edge of the table and, ignoring the rye bread in the corners, staggered to the low and low bed. As soon as he lay down, it touched the pillow and passed out.

Gollum! Gollum!

Hunger awakened Kline, and he opened his eyes and felt refreshed.

"Except for a headache." He rubbed his forehead and sat up, feeling that he could now eat a whole cow.

He straightened the folds of his clothes, returned to his desk, and picked up the silver pocket watch with the vine pattern.

Paaaah!

The cap shot open, the second hand ticked away.

"12:30, more than three hours of sleep," Klein swallowed, and slipped his pocket watch into his linen shirt pocket.

On the northern continent, the day was similarly divided into twenty-four hours, sixty minutes in each hour, and sixty seconds in each minute, and whether each second was the same length as the Earth, Klein did not know.

For him, the words occult, ritual, fog world, etc. could not come to mind at this moment, and the most important thing at this moment was food, food!

You can't figure it out until you're full! To do things!

Without hesitation, Klein brought back the four corners of rye bread, flicked off a little dust, and planned to eat one of them for lunch.

As it was the custom in his hometown to share the sacrificial offerings, and the four loaves of rye bread did not seem to have changed, he felt that he had to be frugal with only five pennies in his pocket.

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

Because gas was too expensive to use for lighting, he moved out of the stove and added some coal. Klein paced back and forth, waiting for the water to boil.

That rye bread, you choke on it!

"Well, what about the life of brown bread early in the morning, brown bread at noon, and meat at night? No, if it weren't for Melissa's consideration of my upcoming interview, I'd only be able to eat meat twice a week." Idle and too hungry to think seriously, Klein looked around.

The thought of the pound of lamb made his eyes look a little green in the cupboard.

"No, no, I have to wait for Melissa." Klein shook his head violently, dismissing the idea of cutting it in half and doing it now.

As a single dog adrift in the big city, although he mainly eats outside, but the basic cooking skills or honed out, not delicious, but also enough.

Turning around, Klein was about to be out of sight, when he suddenly remembered that in addition to buying meat this morning, he had bought young peas, bought potatoes!

Potatoes! Inspired, Mr. Klein whirled back, rushed to the cupboard and pulled out two potatoes from the pile.

He goes to the communal bathroom and cleans the skin of the potatoes, then puts them directly into a pot and boils them with water.

After a long time, he took the condiment box out of the cupboard, lifted the lid, and sprinkled a little yellow, coarse salt into the water.

After waiting patiently for a few more minutes, Klein lifted the kettle, poured the non-soup into several cups, poured it into a large bowl, and finally broke out two potatoes and placed them on the table.

Oomph!

He peeled a little and blew on his hand, and the smell of boiled potatoes wafted out, appealing.

Drooling madly, Klein, not only peeling half of the potato, not considering that it was still a little hot, picked up and took a hard bite.

Pink! Smell! The mouth is sweet! Klein's heart was filled with emotion and he gobbled down two potatoes, even eating some skin.

Until this time, he picked up the big bowl and drank the "soup" beautifully, and the faint taste of salt washed away the dry hair of his mouth.

"When I was a child, I loved to eat like this." Cline, who padded his stomach silently, broke off the rye bread and ate it soft with "soup".

Perhaps the previous "ritual" consumption was too much, he ate two, a whole pound.

Drinking "soup", cleaning, Klein felt completely alive, and experienced the joy of being born as a person, and enjoyed the bright sunshine.

He sat back down at his desk and began to think about what he should do next.

"You can't escape, you have to find a way to get in touch with the mysterious realm and become extraordinary in the mouth of the 'righteous' and the' hanging people. '"

"Overcome the fear of the unknown."

"The only way now is to wait for the next 'meeting' and see if I can sit in on the recipe for the 'spectator' potion, or some other mystical knowledge."

"There are still four days until Monday, and until then, we have to face the question of the original owner, why he killed himself, what happened to him."

Unable to travel back in time, Cline, who left without a pat, picked up the open note, intending to rummage through it for any clues, to see if he could fill in the missing pieces of memory.

Apparently, the original owner had a habit of taking notes, and also had a hobby of using notes as diaries.

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

This one has been used since May 10th, and the first part is mostly related to the school, involving tutors, and involving knowledge:

"On May 12, Mr. Azik mentioned that the lingua franca of the Baylang Empire on the South Continent was also derived from the Old Fusak language, a branch of the giant language. Why is that? Did all spiritual beings ever speak the same language? No, that must be wrong, even if in the Book of the Apocalypse of the Night and the Book of the Storm, in times older than old, giants were not the only masters of the continents, and there were elves, and fae, and dragons, well, it was all a legend, a myth."

"On May 16, Senior Associate Professor Cohen and Mr. Azik discussed the inevitability of the age of steam, Mr. Azik thought that it had chance, if not for the sudden appearance of the Great Rossel, perhaps the northern continent and the southern continent, still in the age of cold arms, the teacher thought that he was too much emphasis on the role of the individual, he believed that with the development of The Times, without the Great Rossel, And Robert the Great. In short, the age of steam may be late, but it's certainly coming. I prefer to discover new things and restore the history that has been shrouded in fog. Maybe I should study archaeology instead of history."

"On May 2, Welch came to me and said he had obtained a book of Quaternary notes. My goddess, Quaternary notes! He didn't want to go to the archaeology department, he wanted me and Naya to help interpret what was written, and how could I say no to something like that? Of course, it would have to be after the graduation thesis. At this time, I can't afford to be distracted."

Seeing this, Klein's spirit was shaken up, and compared with the previous reading history notes and conceptual disputes, the newly emerged "Quaternary" notes are more likely to lead to the suicide of the original owner.

Quaternary is the era before the "Hetiejiyuan", the history of which is full of fog and many missing, even unearthed tombs, ancient cities and documents are very few, historians and archaeologists can only rely on the seven churches vague, mainly religious education of theological classics to piece together a little "original". The Solomons, the Tudors, the Trensosters.

Determined to break through the fog and restore history, Klein has little interest in the more mythological "first three periods", and only cares about the Quaternary period, also known as the "Age of the Gods".

"Hey, when you look at it, there's no need for employers to focus on interviews and worry about future employment," Klein said.

At present, the university is still very rare, the vast majority of students are children of the aristocracy and rich families, as long as civilians enter, even if they are discriminated against because of their identity, they are not included in others' social circles, but as long as they are not extreme, relying on group discussions, collective activities and other things, they can still obtain certain network resources, which are very precious network resources!

For example, Welch McGarwan was the son of a banker in the town of Constanton in the County of Inter-Sea in the Kingdom of Ruane. He was a generous and generous man, and because he had long been in a group with Klein and Naya to do homework and make reports, he habitually asked them to help.

Without much divergent thinking, Klein continued his note:

"On June 1st, graduation. Farewell, my Hoy University!"

"On June 1, I saw the note, and after comparing its structure, roots, and so on, I found that it was a variant of the old Foussac language, which, more precisely, has been evolving slightly for more than a thousand years."

"On June 20, we read the first page, which was written by a member of a family called Antigonus."

"On June 21, he mentioned the 'Black Emperor', which completely contradicts the era derived from the previous content, is the teacher's view wrong, the 'Black Emperor' is actually the common title of every emperor in the Solomon Empire?"

"On June 22, when the family named Antigonus appears to have had a prominent position in the Solomons' Empire, the owner of the note mentions a secret deal with someone named Tudor. Tudot? The Tudors? '

"On June 2, I stopped thinking about the note, stopped going to Welch, and prepared for my interview! This is very important!"

"On June 24, Naya told me they had something new, and I thought I'd go and see it."

"On the 25th of June, from the content of the new interpretation, the owner of the note accepted a mission to go to the main peak of the Hornachs mountains, to visit the" night country "at the top, my goddess, the main peak of the Hornachs Mountains is more than six kilometers, how can there be a country? What do they live on?"

"On June 26th, are all these strange things true?"

Here, the notes are over, Zhou Mingrui is June 2 in the early morning through.

"That is to say, the note for June 2 actually has the sentence 'Everyone dies, including me'" Klein turned to the page he first saw and made a slightly creepy judgment.

He felt that to solve the mystery of the original owner's suicide, he should go to Welch and look at the contents of the ancient notes, but with a wealth of "experience" in movies and TV dramas, he felt that if he went, if things were really relevant, it would probably encounter unknown dangers - those who knew that the castle had ghosts and went to die are warning records!

Don't go or not, escape will never solve the problem, will only make things more and more tired, until the dam burst, completely submerged themselves!

Call the police? You can't say I killed myself

Boom!

Knock knock!

Suddenly there was a sharp knock at the door.

Cline sat up straight and listened.

Boom!

Knock knock!

The knock echoed through the empty corridors of the floors.