THE HANGED MAN

Chapter 9 Notes

After resting for half an hour, Zhou Mingrui, who had already considered himself Klein, finally recovered. During this time, he discovered that there were four more black spots on the back of his right hand, forming 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, a square, does it correspond to the four staple foods in the four corners? In the future, I don't need to prepare the staple foods, and I can go directly to the steps and spells?" Klein had a vague guess.

This seems good, but there are a little more strange origins in it, and the lack of understanding of "things" is always scary.

Then I thought about the inexplicable alchemy on the earth that can actually produce effects here, and then I thought about the strange time travel in my sleep, and then I thought about the mysterious, psychedelic, and gray mist world that I don’t know what it represents, and then I thought about the "ritual" wandering around. , whispers that made people go crazy, Klein couldn't help but shudder, shivering in the hot weather at the end of June.

He once heard a saying: "The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown." Now, he deeply understands the fear that comes from the unknown.Unprecedented and uncontrollable, he had a strong urge to contact the mysterious realm, learn more, and break through the unknown. He also had the desire to bury his head and pretend that nothing happened.

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

He relaxed a little, and immediately felt a surge of exhaustion pouring out of him.

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

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

Gulu! Gulu!

Hunger awakened Klein. He opened his eyes and felt refreshed.

"Besides my head, I still have a little pain." He rubbed his forehead, turned over and sat up, feeling that he could eat a whole cow now.

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

Snapped!

The lid popped open and the second hand ticked.

"Twelve thirty, I slept for more than three hours..." Klein swallowed and put his 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 on Earth, Klein does not know.

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

Only when you are full can you think of a solution! Only then can things be done!

Without hesitation, Klein took back the rye bread from the four corners, shook off a little dust, and planned to take one of the loaves as his lunch staple.

Because there was a custom in his hometown of sharing the offerings after sacrifices, and the four loaves of rye bread didn't seem to have changed at all. With only five pennies left in his pocket, he felt that he had to be more diligent and thrifty.

Of course, this is also subtly affected by the memory fragments and living habits of the original owner.

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

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

"Hey, do we have to live a life of brown bread in the morning, brown bread at noon, and meat in the evening... No, if Melissa hadn't thought about my upcoming interview, I would only be able to eat meat twice a week..." Having nothing to do was caused by Klein, who was too hungry to think about serious issues, looked around.

Thinking of the pound of lamb, his eyes seemed a little green as he looked at the cupboard.

"No, no, we have to wait for Melissa to eat it together." Klein shook his head violently, rejecting the idea of cutting it in half first and cooking it now.

As a single person living in a big city, although he mainly eats out, he has honed his basic cooking skills. It is not delicious, but it is enough.

Turning around, Klein planned to keep out of sight, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered that in addition to buying meat in the morning, he also bought young peas and potatoes!

Potato! Klein had an instant inspiration, turned around like a whirlwind, rushed to the cupboard, and took out two potatoes from the few potatoes.

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

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

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

call!

He peeled off a little bit of skin and blew into his hands. The aroma of cooked potatoes spread out little by little, stimulating appetite.

His saliva was secreting like crazy. Klein didn't care that he had only peeled half of the potato, and he didn't care that the potato was still a little hot. He picked it up and took a big bite.

pink! fragrant! The reply is sweet! Klein's heart was filled with emotion. He wolfed down the two potatoes and even ate some of the skins.

It was only then that he picked up the big bowl and took a delicious sip of the "soup". The faint taste of salt washed away the hair in his mouth.

"I loved eating like this when I was a kid..." Klein sighed silently with his stomach filled, breaking off the rye bread, soaking it in "soup" and eating it.

Perhaps because the previous "ritual" consumed too much, he ate two of them, a full pound.

After drinking the "soup" and tidying up, Klein felt like he was completely alive. He once again experienced the joy of being a human being and enjoyed the brightness of the sun.

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

"You can't escape. You must find a way to contact the mysterious realm and become the extraordinary person mentioned by 'Justice' and 'The Hanged Man'."

“Conquer the fear of the unknown.”

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

"There are still four days until Monday. Before that, we have to face up to the problem of the original owner. Why did he commit suicide? What happened to him..."

Unable to travel back in time, Klein slapped his a*s and left, picking up the open notebook and planning to look through it for 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 using notes as a diary.

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

This book has been used since May 10th. The first part is mostly about schools, tutors, and knowledge:

"On May 12, Mr. Azik mentioned that the common language of the Balam Empire in the southern continent was also derived from the ancient Fusac language, which is a branch of Giant language. Why is this? Did all spiritual creatures once speak The same language, no, this must be wrong. Even in the records of "Apocalypse of Night" and "Book of Storms", in an era older than ancient times, giants were not the only continent masters, there were also elves. , and alien species, and giant dragons, well, these are just legends, just myths."

…

"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 Russell hadn't suddenly appeared, maybe the Northern Continent would still be in the same cold state as the Southern Continent. In the Age of Weapons, the mentor believed that he placed too much emphasis on the role of the individual. He believed that with the development of the times, there would be no Emperor Russell or Robert the Great. In short, the age of steam may be late, but it will definitely come. Regarding their arguments, I just feel that it is meaningless. I prefer to discover new things and restore the history that is shrouded in fog. Maybe I should not study history but should study archeology."

…

"On May 29, Welch came to me and said that he had obtained a notebook from the Fourth Era. My goddess, the notebook from the Fourth Era! He didn't want to ask his classmates from the Archeology Department, but wanted to ask Naya and I for help. How could I refuse to interpret the recorded content? Of course, it must be arranged after the graduation defense. At this time, I cannot be distracted."

Seeing this, Klein perked up. Compared to the previous history reading notes and conceptual debates, the new "Fourth Age" notes were more likely to lead to the original owner's suicide.The Quaternary Age is the era before today's "Black Iron Age". Its history is full of fog and many missing. Even the unearthed tombs, ancient cities and documents are very few. Historians and archaeologists can only With the help of the vague theological classics of the seven major churches, which focus on faith education, we can barely piece together a little bit of the "original picture" and know the existence of the Solomon Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, and the Trunsoest Empire.

Klein, who is determined to break through the fog and restore history, has little interest in the "First Three Ages" that are more mythical and legendary. He only cares about the Fourth Age, also known as the "Age of the Gods". You can imagine his excitement.

"Hey, looking at it this way, the original owner values the interview and is worried about future employment. There is actually no need..." Klein couldn't help but sigh.

Universities are still very rare at present. The vast majority of students are children of aristocrats and wealthy families. As long as civilians enter, even if they are discriminated against because of their identity and are not included in other people's social circles, as long as they are not extreme, they can rely on group discussions and collective activities. When things happen, 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, Sea County, Loen Kingdom. He is generous and generous. Because he has been assigned to a group with Klein and Naya for a long time to do homework and reports, so Make it a habit to ask them for help.

Without diverging his thoughts, Klein continued to read the notes:

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

"On June 19, I saw that notebook. After comparing the structure, root words, etc., I found that it is a variant of the ancient Fusak language. To be more precise, in the history of more than a thousand years, the ancient Fusak language Language is actually always evolving slightly."

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

"On June 21, he mentioned the 'Black Emperor'. This is completely contradictory to the era deduced from the previous content. Is the instructor's view wrong? The 'Black 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. The owner of the note mentioned that he was conducting a secret transaction with a person named Tudor. Tudor? Tudor dynasty?"

"On June 23, I controlled myself not to think about that note or go to Welch's place. I had to prepare for the interview! This is a very important thing!"

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

"On June 25, according to the newly interpreted content, the owner of the note accepted a mission and went to the main peak of the 'Honakis' mountain range to visit the 'Land of Night' at the top, my goddess, Honakis. The main peak of the Si Mountains is more than 6,000 meters high. How can a country exist? How do they survive!"

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

The note ends here. Zhou Mingrui traveled through time in the early morning of June 28.

"That is to say, the note on June 27 actually contains the sentence...'Everyone will die, including me'..." Klein turned to the page he first saw and made a slightly creepy judgment.

He felt that in order to solve the mystery of the original owner's suicide, he should go to Welch's place and take a look at the contents of the ancient notes. However, with his rich "experience" in novels, movies, and TV series, he felt that if he went there, what would happen if things happened It is indeed related, and they will most likely encounter unknown dangers - those guys who know that there are ghosts in the castle and still seek death are a warning!

But it’s no good if you don’t go. Escape will never solve the problem. It will only make things more tiring and tiring until the dam bursts and floods you completely!

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

Boom!

Boom!

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

Klein sat up straight and listened.

Boom!

Boom!

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