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"Wait ......"
After flipping through a few pages of notes, it was finally no longer nothing.
Punctuation and word passages were things that could be easily spotted, and out of the sensitivity he had cultivated from his daily work, Yang Siming was able to discern these things in his notes.
From there it went further, between words and phrases.
Certain words with extremely short bytes but frequent occurrences began to catch the eye.
Based on where and how many they appeared, Yang Siming had an instinctive hunch.
This thing.
--These words were very similar to the short prepositions in modern English!
Simply put, it meant that the same words as 'to', 'do', and 'of' existed in this otherworldly script.
"It's too much of a match."
"Why is it so similar ......"
Yang Siming's eyes got serious.
People who had studied different languages would basically have a very sensitive perception of grammatical existence.
He, who travelled around the world all year round, happened to be this kind of person.
Thus, a bold hypothesis began to surface.
He himself was able to travel here from Earth, so was it possible that the language of the other world, and Earth existed some sort of connection ......
Rumble-
Suddenly, a mighty loud thunder boomed right above the mansion.
It simultaneously interrupted Yang Siming's thinking.
"Uh-huh?"
Instinctively, he went to look out of the window, and immediately after that, his attention was completely drawn to it.
Right in front of him, a detail that he hadn't realised before was laying there.
Outside the window-
It was the sky of a rainy night, with lightning, thunder and wind.
Though there was no gale that swept up the rain, the messy night winds still wracked the land with rain.
However, less than a metre away from him, the image that came into his eyes was clearly unconventional.
--There was not a single drop of rainwater on the window!
Anyone with some common sense.
All know that on a stormy night, rain would fall on the window.
"Huh."
"It's getting interesting."
Discovering a phenomenon that was completely inconsistent with his worldview, but extremely compatible with the matter of travelling through, Yang Siming couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Mysterious power, this was definitely some sort of mysterious power!
In the present where the existing means could not solve the problem, this kind of thing that could not be constrained by common sense was something he definitely welcomed.
What if this was the way out for himself!
Yang Siming then got up from his chair, loosened the window clasp, and then pushed the window open with a forceful hand.
The curtain of rain slightly messy sprinkled down in front of his eyes, as if the fishing nets tangled together as they returned from fishing.
At the same time, a gust of wind filled with watery air blew into the room.
And it was this messy rainwater -
When it approached the house, it was all stopped by an invisible force two metres away.
Something invisible to the n***d eye was preventing the raindrops from approaching the house!
This is the real reason why there is no rain on the windows.
Although it can be explained by scientific knowledge, such as the wind direction caused by the special environment or something like that ......
But it was too far-fetched to put it at a time like this.
"After all, it's all travelled ......"
"When the guy named Reality is talking to you in declarative sentences, it's better to get used to it as soon as possible ......"
Splat--
Yang Siming reached out and slapped his hand on his forehead.
The touch of his cold palm instantly sobered him up.
Yang Siming was excited.
He loved dealing with the unknown.
For nearly thirty years of his career before crossing over, the past Yang Siming had stuck to his job as a librarian.
Or book collector.
Although it sounded ordinary, compared to a normal librarian, his career was still significantly different.
Normal librarians didn't have to travel all over the world for more than three hundred days a year, nor did they need to be proficient in all sorts of strange and special skills.
And the reason why Yang Siming needed this was because of the place he was working for.
It was called the [World Digital Library].
A public service library that existed on top of the internet.
The main part of his job was to travel around the world, to keep data records for the original of various rare books in the world, and finally upload them to the library for people to read.
Even before the work being done -
Or buried to death by the underground ruins of northern Hashemiyah ...... to before crossing over -
Yang Siming was to record precious ancient graphic materials in the newly discovered ruins, in order to provide researchers or enthusiasts from all over this world to read.
It is only a pity that he himself died on the spot in the earth, and his friends who are extremely close to him must have ......
"Ugh, what's the point of thinking about this."
Not wanting to let pessimism affect him, Yang Siming simply stuck his head out of the window and then looked up.
The villa in the middle of the rainy night was silent, with only candlelight lighting up a window.
And on this only brightness, he stood by the window to reflect all the scenery into his eyes as much as possible.
Through the view from the window, he confirmed that he was now on the first floor of the villa.
Looking around, the villa had three floors in total.
The room he was in was located on the first floor to the left, and it should be an ordinary bedroom.
It was similar to what he had surmised.
Under a reasonably productive environment, the previous owner of this body lived a pretty good life, at least not like worrying about food and drink.
"Not bad."
Looking around to complete his observation, Yang Siming nodded with satisfaction.
The structure of the house was standardised and regulated, and there was nothing out of the ordinary in the house that could be seen at a glance.
As a house-owning family in a different world, it felt good.
It would be even better if a soul of the body's original owner popped up to serve as fusion material for himself.
Whew...
After the window was opened, the wind outside naturally began to pour in.
This made Yang Siming feel a slight chill.
"It's a bit cold."
Taking two quick steps to the wardrobe, he opened the door.
What he was wearing now was a set of white pyjamas, which should have been changed into just before going to bed. For the sake of his next activity, he dry fished out a pair of trousers and shirt from the wardrobe and changed into them.
It was also this action that brought Yang Siming a new discovery.
In addition to the clothes for daily wear, the owner of the wardrobe actually kept a set of fancy western aristocratic clothes, full of the European court film style of the end of the last century.
Compared to those old furniture, this thing was definitely worth a lot!
After changing his clothes, Yang Siming finally searched the room.
Useful items were pitifully few, except for some scattered metal cast coins locked in the cabinet of the desk, only a bunch of copper keys were found, and after casually picking them up, there was no more noteworthy places in the room.
Let's go out of the room and have a look.
It's such a big mansion, so take advantage of the darkness to feel out the terrain first.
Being able to figure out the internal structure of the house first while avoiding people is definitely beneficial to oneself.
Rumble--
Another thunderclap interrupted Yang Siming's movements at the same time he pushed the door open.
The hand that pushed the door open froze in the air and did not move.
Nope!
One had overlooked a very important thing!
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