Boom –

A thunderclap rang through the rainy night.

Yang Siming, who was sleeping in front of the desk, also woke up.

Raising his head and looking around, the confusion gradually faded from the corner of his eyes, and a mixed smile appeared on his young face.

“......”

"Today, I got off work early."

Before he lost consciousness, he was still in the underground ruins of northern Hahimiya, performing the image recording of precious clay tablets.

However, due to a sudden earthquake, the collapsed ground and earth and rocks have completely buried themselves.

Theoretically, he is already a dead man, even if God forbid.

You should also lie down in a hospital room and wake up slowly.

What is it to sleep on your stomach on this desk?

"Near-death hallucinations? Shock insanity? ”

"Kind of contact of the third kind?"

"Or ...... Through? ”

All sorts of conjectures popped up in my head one after another.

As a young man living in the 21st century, he is still very receptive to things.

Moving his body that felt nothing was wrong, Yang Siming slowly got up from the chair and looked around more closely.

The room of good size is old but not dirty.

A row of taller-than-human wardrobes and full-length mirrors.

A framed oil painting of a white man.

An old, brown-and-black floor-to-ceiling clock stands at the edge of the room.

Patched fabric sofa.

And finally—

His eyes were firmly fixed on the candle on the desk in front of him, the root of its candlelight to be exact.

In front of the window, the dim candlelight of jagged candles pushed the night apart.

And the charred wick resting on the edge of the flame also made the already difficult light even more difficult.

- This is a candle with extremely rough workmanship.

It was so rough that the man in front of the candlelight realized that he had really crossed over.

Unlike the mass-produced items made in modern factories, the candle in front of him was cloudy and rough-shaped, dim and unusually conspicuous black smoke, and the air could even smell the peculiar smell of animal fat burning.

The most important point.

- It's the wick of this candle!

Just like he saw at a glance.

Underneath the yellow flame center, there was a burnt, but not completely burned, charred cotton thread.

It's not an improved version of the three-wire twist!

This is very common sense.

In the history of mankind that belongs to the earth -

As early as the early 19th century, the Frenchman Jean Bachelie, who had a bad name, discovered the problem of a single wick burning impurity, so he improved it into a version of three threads twisted into one strand; Around the same time, the French chemist Michel abandoned animal fat and switched to making candles from chemical materials.

Since then, the candles of the world, or the earth, have gradually abandoned the old and backward structures.

Perhaps some remote areas still use such outdated products.

But in a normal convenience store, you will never be able to buy such goods.

This candle, which must have been made by the ancient method of hanging cotton thread on a wooden stick and constantly impregnating it with animal fat, is almost completely extinct in the 21st century!

“......”

"Am I catching up with the tide of crossing?"

After a few breaths of silence, Yang Siming simply pulled the candle and the candlestick together, and took it closer and looked at it carefully.

- It's genuine.

Leaning back in his chair, his gaze shifted to the spread notebook in front of him.

Aside from the illegible otherworldly words on the left side of the page, much more was drowned out in ink.

"Ink Stain ......"

When he first woke up, the note was pressed under his own hands.

Stretching out his hands, the palm print on his right hand was indeed stained with ink of the same color as the ink stain of the note, and a large piece of ink even spread to the palm position, and in the part near the edge of the palm, a white skin stood out from the ink.

The joints are hidden, the fingers are slender, there are no calluses and the skin is white and tender.

- It's completely different from the rough yellow palm I used to have.

Turning sideways, Yang Siming sat diagonally on the chair, reflecting his figure on the dressing mirror behind him.

The slightly messy blonde hair hangs from the ears to the shoulders, and the facial features are as gentle as the warm winter sun without losing the edges and corners, especially the dark gray eyes like Athena's sculptures, even in the dim room can not hide the brilliance in them.

couldn't help it, he complained:

"Girl killer, this is!"

With such a handsome appearance, he can receive at least 20 or more WeChat accounts for an hour directly on the street.

This crossing is definitely top-of-the-line......

With a young and handsome face and a pair of unproductive palms, he is likely to wear it to a guy who can live without worrying only by his status and status.

So......

What now?

The crossing is confirmed, the new body is confirmed, and new problems arise.

The notes spread out in front of him were full of words that he had never seen before.

In the same way, the language of this world itself should be ignorant.

Referring to this appearance, as well as the furnishings in the room, the background of the era can probably be locked before the explosion of human social productivity.

If the civilization and customs of this world can be connected with the earth like the interior decoration, those customs full of local characteristics will be vigorous.

When the time comes, in the face of his 'amnesia', if there is a bloodletting therapy, a priest's exorcism, or even the most unlucky BBQ wizard barbecue package, he will not be able to withstand it.

Even if you want to defend yourself, you can't handle it if you don't understand the language.

With this in mind, the main goal of thinking shifted to the content of the note in front of him.

Wouldn't it be nice if I could read the text myself?

Are all the current crossings so irresponsible?

There is no memory inheritance, no system assistance, and even no language, which is too unfriendly to ordinary people!

Thinking about his difficult future, handing his back to the chair, Yang Siming subconsciously pressed his finger on the text of the note, and slowly swiped his gaze.

This is a habitual gesture when reading a book.

Pressing your fingers on the text at the end of your line of sight gives you a good sense of reading.

Even if you can't understand the true meaning.

Whoop -

The page turns.

Although he couldn't read the text, Yang Siming still began to flip through the words in front of him, and the current situation, even if he could only find some graffiti in his notes, it was better than continuing to know nothing.

I kept flipping through it, but the clues I got were not satisfactory.

The contents of the notebook were apparently alphabetic, but they were completely different from any language he had ever known.

Arabic, Greek, Syriac, Cyrillic......

Except for O, which can be seen in ultra-generic characters, the other bytes do not match.

Utter ignorance, utter desperation!

If you don't find something, your end is almost certain.

- Death.