Chapter 1 The Statue Speaks In

the sky, the orange sunset slowly descended, casting its last afterglow on the land.

Low concrete houses stood on the land, and groups of people walked woodenly on the bumpy streets.

The setting sun shone through the old-fashioned four-square wooden windows, dispelling the darkness in the room with great difficulty, and shone on a messy desk.

On the ground next to the desk, there were several scattered and filthy vomit.

A young man with slightly unkempt hair sat dejectedly at the desk, with a deep sense of uneasiness and panic in his slightly bloodshot eyes, and blankly scanned the various papers and books spread out on the desk.

Messy and disordered memories flashed through his mind.

Chen Fan, this is his current name, and also his name before "crossing over".

Yes, he crossed over!

Before crossing over, as a street-failed private detective who was indistinguishable from the masses, Chen Fan was mainly responsible for finding lost carbon-based life forms.

In layman's terms, it is to find lost cats and dogs for some families with sufficient funds.

Of course, with a good reputation, he occasionally receives some orders to collect evidence of extramarital affairs.

At certain necessary moments, he can even work part-time as a Didi driver, a Taobao order swiper, a Duokanyidao, and a Spring Festival ticket grabber...

In general, he is an ordinary person with "mathematical skills".

But a sudden car accident completely shattered Chen Fan's originally peaceful and fulfilling life.

In a period of confusion and bizarre drifting, his consciousness seemed to be attracted by something and "fell" rapidly into this world.

"What the hell is this place..."

Chen Fan's face was pale, his eyes stared at the paper in front of him with a dull look, and a dry and hoarse murmur came from the depths of his throat.

There were bursts of burning sensations and a looming nausea in his stomach, and the thoughts in his mind were like a mess. There was even a faint feeling of dizziness in his brain similar to that caused by long-term lack of oxygen.

Perhaps it was because the owner of this body had died too long ago and a large number of brain cells had died. At this moment, Chen Fan did not have many memories of the original owner in his mind. Only some common sense information about language and interpersonal relationships remained.

He took a few breaths with difficulty.

Driven by the desire to survive, Chen Fan endured the severe discomfort from all over his body and began to look around the surrounding environment, trying to obtain some basic information from it through his professional qualities.

His eyes quickly scanned the desk in front of him and finally stopped on a small empty glass bottle.

Relying on the memory of the original owner in his mind, Chen Fan quickly recognized the words on the bottle - sleeping spirit.

Combined with the strong discomfort in his body and the several pools of vomit at his feet, he quickly came to a simple conclusion: the original owner took sleeping pills and committed suicide.

At the moment of coming to the conclusion of suicide, Chen Fan subconsciously emerged in his mind Various reasons for suicide.

Mental disorder? Or external stimulation? Or the so-called genetic factors?

No matter which one it is, it will not be a good thing for him at the moment!

Chen Fan's expression changed slightly, and he looked up at the room he was in at the moment.

This is a small and cramped room. The furniture in the room is all made of wood. Except for a device that looks like an incandescent bulb hanging on the ceiling above, there are almost no electrical appliances.

Combined with the low concrete houses outside the window, it can be basically determined that the level of technology in this world is not developed - at least, the area where he is now is not developed.

A large number of scattered clothes were thrown casually in the corner, and a fairly rich meal was placed next to the closed wooden door.

The original owner seemed to have stayed in this room for a long time. During this time, the original owner's relatives also provided him with a good quality diet.

It seems that the family relationship is not bad, and perhaps family factors can be ruled out for suicide.

Chen Fan silently remembered this clue in his heart and cast his eyes to the side of the room.

It was a large and old painting, which depicted a female figure with a fairly standard figure.

The reason why it is described as standard is that the figure in the portrait perfectly fits the golden ratio.

Because of this, the figure in the portrait exudes a beauty that does not belong to the world.

Combined with the sacred lines on the portrait and the deep reverence that emerged in his mind, he quickly came to the conclusion: This is a portrait of a goddess.

But... the size of this statue is obviously beyond common sense - it almost occupies the entire blank wall!

Looking at the high god in the portrait, Chen Fan's face was stern, and the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger.

Is this world still in the era of worshiping gods?

This is definitely terrible bad news!

In Chen Fan's impression, the era of superstitious feudal religion is not an era suitable for ordinary people to live!

Not to mention the oppression and harm of religion to ordinary people, the backward and low productivity and medical level alone are enough to make Chen Fan feel terrified - he doesn't want to experience those idealistic treatment methods that are no different from jumping gods when he is sick!

Thinking of the various strange events he might encounter in the future, Chen Fan's heart became even more anxious.

He licked his dry lips anxiously, then turned around and tried to get more information from the papers and books on the desk that were covered with twisted and crooked handwriting.

Suddenly, there was an irregular knock on the door from outside the closed wooden door, and at the same time, a female voice with a hint of worry sounded:

"Xiao Fan?"

It was the original owner's mother's voice!

Chen Fan's face froze, and he subconsciously held his breath and slowed down his movements.

If someone found out that "he" had attempted suicide...

Without thinking too much, it will definitely lead to a lot of unnecessary disputes, and even his identity as a time traveler may be exposed!

Perhaps because she didn't hear Chen Fan's response, the female voice outside the door gradually became anxious: "You haven't left the door for three days."

"Tell your mother what happened?"

Along with the anxious questioning, the handle of the wooden door began to click.

Close the door tightly and claim that you are not feeling well?

Keep silent and pretend to be asleep?

Act crazy and stupid, using amnesia to cover up all the truth?

Break out of the window and escape, and become a wanderer from then on?

After simply eliminating a few suicide plans that subconsciously emerged in his mind, Chen Fan quickly tidied up the messy desk, stuffed the bottle of sleeping pills and the paper full of handwriting into the drawer, and then...

took the initiative to open the door and walked out!

...

"Xiao Fan!"

Seeing the door open, Chen's mother's eyes burst into surprise.

She raised her hand and quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, muttering in a low voice: "It's good that it's out, it's good that it's out..."

As she said, she seemed to have thought of something, stretched out her hand to pull Chen Fan, and walked quickly towards the living room: "You haven't prayed to God these days." "

Come on, go to worship the statue with mom first."

Worship the statue?

Chen Fan was stunned, and his previous conjecture about this world once again emerged from his mind uncontrollably.

The less you say, the less you make mistakes. Chen Fan silently followed the middle-aged woman's footsteps.

The house was very small, and it took only a few steps for the two to come to the small and dim living room.

Like his room, the incandescent lamp hanging from the ceiling was already the only electrical appliance in the living room.

Perhaps she noticed Chen Fan's gaze, Chen's mother stopped and looked at the incandescent bulb emitting a dim yellow light, clasped her hands together in a prayer gesture, and a pious look appeared on her face: "Thank God for giving the world light..."

Hearing this, Chen Fan's eyes became more and more strange.

Thanking the gods for their gift to an incandescent light bulb, a pure technological creation?

Isn't this style too strange?

Although he kept complaining in his heart, he still put aside his disobedience and imitated his mother's prayer gestures in order to avoid unnecessary suspicion and disputes.

Seeing Chen Fan's actions, a hint of joy flashed across his mother's face.

"Xiao Fan, come."

Chen's mother called softly and walked to the other side of the living room again.

Chen Fan stepped stiffly and followed his mother's footsteps.

Passing by the dining table and bypassing a wooden wall that served as a partition, a statue of a god several tens of centimeters high suddenly came into his sight!

The statue stood on a sturdy wooden table, and its appearance was exactly the same as the female god depicted in the portrait he saw in the room!

However, compared with the portrait, the statue's shape was more dignified and majestic.

Beside Chen Fan, his mother had kneeled on the cushion in front of the statue without knowing when, and once again put her hands together in a prayer gesture.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Seeing his "mother" doing this, Chen Fan knelt on another cushion in a proper manner.

"Xiao Fan, I think you haven't been in a good state recently. Is it because of becoming a chosen one?"

"You are chosen by God, and God will always be watching you."

"Don't be too stressed. If you encounter any difficulties, you can talk to God and God will definitely help you."

Chen's mother closed her eyes and muttered devoutly.

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and quickly noticed a key piece of information from Chen's mother.

He is a chosen one, and a newly chosen one.

From the literal meaning alone, this seems to be a good identity.

At least in the feudal and superstitious era, people chosen by gods should have a good social status.

This discovery eased Chen Fan's uneasiness a little.

As for what his mother said about God watching him and God helping him... Chen Fan naturally threw it out of his mind.

As a staunch materialist, he didn't believe in any gods.

"Xiao Fan?" The mother beside him urged in a low voice.

Seeing that he could no longer remain silent, countless thoughts flashed through Chen Fan's mind.

Under his mother's gaze, he moved his dry lips and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"I'm just a little confused."

"I heard that if the left eye twitches, it will bring good fortune, and if the right eye twitches, it will bring disaster. After becoming the Chosen One, my right eyelid has been twitching, so..."

As he spoke, Chen Fan used his extremely poor acting talent, and sighed softly with a dim look in his eyes.

Use magic to defeat magic.

Since you talk to me about feudal superstition, I will fight back with feudal superstition!

The mother did not speak, but turned her head and looked up at the statue on the wooden table.

Seeing that he had fooled her, Chen Fan was relieved.

Look at the statue? What's the point of looking at the statue?

Can the statue speak?

Just as Chen Fan was laughing in his heart, a stiff electronic synthesized voice came from the statue in front of him:

"The right eyelid twitching is an intermittent, involuntary clonic twitch of the orbicularis oculi muscle and facial nerve controlled by the brain. It is usually caused by excessive fatigue. Don't worry."

At this moment, the expression on Chen Fan's face was completely frozen.   What the hell? !

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