Chapter 31 Archaeologist (1)

Outside the window, large patches of purple smoke flowers were scattered around the windowsill. Some of them fell down with small branches. The broken pieces piled up along the edge of the windowsill. They hung there in a sad and beautiful way, like a poem blown by the wind.

The sun covered the fragmented shadows, and the scattered light penetrated the light green leaves, making the air refreshing.

With my fingertips soaked in the cold morning mist and reddened, I slowly turned the pages of the book, and the plastic flower translated in real time. This was another book about the resistance of the lower class people against the nobles, but the content was slightly changed.

Zhou Ye was about to turn the page when there was another knock on the door of the hotel room he rented temporarily.

He looked at the time. It had been an hour since the man who claimed to be the vice president of Qingshui Mutual Aid Association knocked on the door for the first time. He marked the book, closed it, and put it in the middle of the table.

"Come in."

With this response, the man who had been standing outside the door dared to push the door open.

Zhou Ye rented a typical residential house converted into a hotel. In addition to two bedrooms on the second floor, there was also a dining area and even a stove for cooking. At this moment, he was sitting behind the round table by the window, but not against the wall, because the chair against the wall was occupied by Cong Yue.

Because she was so absorbed in reading, less attention was paid to the body of Cong Yue. At this moment, she was lying on the rattan chair, leaning on her hands, looking at the original body with bored eyes.

Her appearance was completely imitated from the appearance of the resurrected witch in the records. She had an oval face and fox-like upturned eyes. Even without expression, there was a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, making everyone who saw her feel that they were the lucky one who was chosen.

In the eyes of Di Mu, who had just entered the room, there seemed to be a circle between the two people shrouded by light that no one could fit in. After seeing the look Cong Yue gave Zhou Ye, he was sure that the so-called rumors were true.

Of course, the one in front of him might be the real lucky one.

Seeing the people coming from outside, Tan Yue turned her head to look him up and down: "You, what do you want to do with my Lord?"

My Lord.

These two words were like a thunderclap, and instantly made Di Mu, who was originally a little contemptuous, hold the introduction book tighter. A storm of thoughts had already set off in his mind, but he didn't express it at all.

This means that the previous guess was wrong. But as a senior member of the association, the original materials he read did not point out that Tan Yue had a so-called former master, or even a hostile relationship with the evil god.

He was in a panic. Could it be that the history I read was also partially false.

There were only three chairs next to the small table. He should have sat down in the seat opposite Zhou Ye with a righteous attitude, but the situation was unclear, and his confidence was instantly shattered. He didn't dare.

In this short distance, he only had three seconds to think. In the end, he chose to slowly half-kneel beside Zhou Ye's chair and communicate with him in an upward-looking posture.

He wanted to appear closer, but he didn't dare to get too close, so as not to annoy Cong Yue who seemed to be in a trance sitting next to him. In the end, he pulled the armrest of Zhou Ye's chair with one hand and handed over the introduction book with the other hand, but now he didn't know whether he should hand it over or not.

Zhou Ye took the document he handed over, but put it on the table without reading it. With a smile on his face and even a little doubt, he slowly asked: "Don't you want to sit down? President, you are really flattering me."

If Di Mu heard someone call him president on weekdays, he would feel more comfortable in his heart even if he said that he was only vice president. But he felt cold sweat pouring down his face as he half-knelt and looked up at the two people sitting on the chairs.

Cong Yue looked extremely bored, and even started to fiddle with the flowers by the window, but he dared not ignore this attitude. The long-term communication with the former president had cultivated his instinct to observe words and expressions.

If the superior had no objection, he would be happy to see it happen. Even if he was not happy to see it happen, he should at least recognize the current situation. Otherwise, he should have expressed his opinion at the first time.

Fortunately, he knew that Zhou Ye himself might really want to sit up as he said, but there was another great god here.

After pondering for a long time, he finally said, "Thank you for your kindness. I usually sit in the office for a long time, so this is quite comfortable."

"Really?" Zhou, who had been closely watched by him, gently covered his face with his left hand and laughed. He was sure that he did not convey any other meaning, but the person in front of him was sweating profusely for some reason.

Although it was not intentional, the scene in front of him was also quite interesting.

"Of course, of course." Dimu quickly brought the topic back to his purpose. "Please look at this document. It's a letter of introduction introducing you as the president of Qingshui City Mutual Aid Association."

"Please don't wonder why we recommended you. This blockade was a serious mistake made by the former president. He noticed Siming and the pawnshop you were in through the light screen. He coveted the huge wealth and wanted to take it for himself."

This is of course an excuse, but the real reason, such as eliminating dissidents and burying historical traces of the past, certainly cannot be said...

"A bastard like him can be punished by everyone. We also noticed your precious qualities and the connections you have through the light screen." Having said that, he glanced at Fu Yue.

Fu Yue seemed to have completely ignored his gaze, and was still fiddling with the flowers by the window.

"We believe that with your affinity, connections, sincerity and other qualities, you can help us rebuild our credibility in the city. You must be the president to make everyone believe that the Qingshui City Mutual Aid Association will definitely get better."

He seemed to believe it himself after saying this, and looked at Zhou Ye with sincerity and expectation in his eyes.

Just when he thought that the person in front of him would readily agree to such words, Zhou Ye just tapped the introduction book placed on the table with his fingers a few times and replied: "Okay."

He didn't seem to be excited about the rights he would have next, nor was he incited by the words. His eyes were still as calm as when Di Mu came in just now.

Zhou Ye was actually moved.

He originally wanted to stay in the projection for a few more days, but he never got any news from his parents.

Being attacked by the cultists and the guys from the association was only a temporary disturbance. The mismatched memories and the broken body were the source of his troubles.

Since waiting couldn't solve the problem, he decided not to wait any longer.

"I have no opinion on this, but I just hope to spend some more time discussing it with Siming, Cong Yue and the others. Will this bother you?"

"Of course not!" Dimula breathed a sigh of relief. The person in front of him was as kind as he had predicted and analyzed, so his move was not bad.

When he got up, he was still a little staggering because he had been kneeling for too long, but facing Zhou Ye's caring eyes, he forced a nonchalant smile and waved his hands repeatedly.

"By the way, do you know Zhou Zuogu? That's my father. He should be... an" Zhou Ye covered his head and rubbed his brows with his index finger twice "archaeologist?!"

He was shocked when he said it.

"Zhou Zuogu?" Hearing this name, Di Mula stopped immediately, looked at Zhou Ye carefully, and spoke hesitantly: "I do know him, that guy, he has had some cooperation with the association."

Zhou Ye noticed that his throat was rolling, and it seemed that he had some difficulty in finding words, and spoke with concern: "Did he do something bad?"

Tan Yue also turned her head under control, as if she was very interested, and looked at Di Mula with her bright eyes, her hands circled in the air, and two beautiful moon butterflies that could easily take people's lives quietly flew towards Di Mula.

Dimula smiled with difficulty, took out the handkerchief from his chest and wiped off the cold sweat that was about to fall from his forehead.

"No, how could it be?"

Suddenly, two moon butterflies knocked open the chairs beside the table, and Dimula screamed in surprise.

"Sit down." Fu Yue floated over with a smile, and then sat next to Zhou Ye, also on the opposite side of the chair that was pushed open.

"Okay, okay," Dimula put the towel back on his chest with trembling hands, sat on the chair without a backrest, and tried to recall more details. "I have met him twice in total. One time was for the association's business, which was twenty years ago."

"At that time, there were occasional monster riots and destroyed the city walls, so I contacted a group of experts who studied ancient buildings through various channels, including your father."

"He is a down-to-earth and hard-working person... He doesn't ask for much in terms of salary, so I contacted him privately, hoping that he could stay, but he didn't agree."

"Two years later, he came to Qingshui City to buy medicine and came to me for help, but you know, there is no medicine in the world that can cure genetic diseases."

"Genetic disease..." Zhou Ye frowned and looked at him, "He's alone?"

"Yes, one person."

Dimula left. Seeing that he did not close the door after he left, Cong Yue had to stand up and lock the door.

The original body picked up the introduction book and began to read it.

But he could not concentrate. Twenty years ago, he was not born yet and his mother was not around. It was very likely that his mother had the genetic disease.

Zhou also thought hard and tried to recall things about the two of them, but they were all trivial matters, such as his mother liked to read in the bedroom and his father often repaired the brick walls for the neighbors.

After thinking for a long time, he got some useful clues, so he had to force himself to read the introduction book seriously.

The content of the book was not complicated. It was nothing more than some high-sounding clichés. It seemed that they were afraid that he would not accept the appointment. The whole book was full of benefits, but there was no mention of any responsibility.

He raised the thin paper and tapped it on the table twice. He was about to say something when Siming, who had been busy in the kitchen, came out with a piece of processed alien meat in his right hand and a knife in his left hand.

"You two... one is sitting there in a daze, the other is reading a book, and you are all waiting for me to cook, right?"

"Puff." Immediately, the original body and Tan Yue both laughed.

On another tree table that rose in the pure white space, there was a clay table and a clay birth card book. The moment Zhou Ye touched it, the birth cards of Tan Yue and Siming automatically appeared.

The card recorded when the fabrication started, when it was completed, the personality and appearance, etc., and even a small one-inch photo like an ID photo.

The control method that had always made Zhou Ye feel exhausted had also changed.

Just like in split-screen mode, you have to consider the size of each screen. Every time you change the focus of control, you need to adjust the size of the frame manually, which is very tiring.

It has evolved to the same-screen character control, and it is semi-automatic. The words and actions of the vests can be carried out naturally, without consuming too much energy, and it can make Zhou also experience the feelings of the vests.

At the same time, it comes down to one will, and can perfectly execute the desired goals.

There are no outsiders here, so Zhou is very relaxed. Sensing the little emotions of Siming's consciousness, he did not immediately communicate with it for the first time.

I saw the main body pushing the wheelchair out of the room at a high speed, and Tan Yue, who was floating in the air, jumped directly out of the window.

"Ah... these guys." The consciousness in charge of Siming originally just wanted to ask Tan Yue to help cut vegetables, but now he could only look at the sky outside the window helplessly.

After a while, seeing that the two people had no intention of coming back, he had to go back to the kitchen with a sullen face.

"My Lord, let's go buy something..." Tan Yue slowly swam from the second floor to the ground, and saw that the original body was indeed waiting for her here, and greeted her excitedly.

But who knew that as soon as she came down, the crowd that was originally standing downstairs as if they were just taking a walk or selling things suddenly swarmed over here.

"Lord Fu Yue, do you still remember me? You saved me from a contaminated beast."

"Sister Fu Yue, my mother asked me to bring you some eggs!"

"Sister! Sister! I'm here to see you."

All kinds of voices mixed together, surrounding her, making it almost impossible for her to get away.

Seeing this, Zhou Ye pushed the wheelchair back into the house.

Fu Yue's character card clearly stated that she was close to people without talent. Although Zhou Ye didn't understand why the character who was created based on the resurrection witch would have this personality, he did not force her to control it, but let Fu Yue act according to her consciousness.

Most of the people surrounding her were civilians who were rescued by chance during the blockade. At first, it was just for the two words "character setting". Now immersed in the surprise and heartfelt recognition of people by Tan Yue, Zhou couldn't help but relax a little from the fatigue of the past few days.

He raised his head and wanted to use his body to take a look at the sincere people who were invisible to Tan Yue, but when he really took in all those people, the moon energy ring that had always played a healing and calming role suddenly became hot as if it was running at high speed.

The suppressed desire for control expanded rapidly like a balloon. He once again felt that as long as he wanted, he could control everyone here, and he was happy to do so.

No, this was not his idea.

In an instant, the hot ring fulfilled his need physically. Zhou Ye, awakened by the pain, withdrew his gaze and slowly half-removed the ring, which was ineffective but still hot. His spirit, which had been well-rested, felt exhausted again.

In just three seconds, he had already used up all his strength just to control his desire for control. He lay weakly in the wheelchair, struggling to breathe.

Siming and Cong Yue, who were cooking, both noticed the abnormality of the original's consciousness. Cong Yue was closer and wanted to go to the original, but was suddenly pulled by someone and ran towards a box not far away.

This alley is not far from the small hotel they rented. There is an unfinished wall half blocking it, and there are trees as cover. It is an excellent place for hidden conversation.

"Who are you?" Because of the physical contact between the two, Cong Yue could sense that the man's arm was injured, and judging from his civilian hair color, she was unwilling to directly classify him as an enemy.

Siming put down the half-processed meat, washed up a little, and hurried to the original. He wore another moon energy ring on his chest, which could replace the ring that had been depleted of energy.

Although the consciousness on Tan Yue's side hated Bai Mao very much, he was a little relaxed when he thought that he could at least take care of the main body.

Aisina saw the relaxed attitude of the consciousness, and she felt that the ancestor was not happy to be surrounded by so many people, and was a little better at the moment.

Thinking of the scene she saw on the broadcast before, she asked anxiously: "Why do you want to stay with that evil god?"

"What is that continent?"

"Is Zhou Ye's body what you want?"

Her three consecutive questions made Tan Yue not know whether to answer or question the other party's identity. After all, Aisina's urgent concern seemed too reasonable.

After looking at the person in front of her for a few seconds, she floated forward, hooked her hand on the hood that covered her face, and gently lifted it back, revealing a beautiful face with a dignified and elegant temperament.

The two had the same red eyes, which meant that they had the same origin blood.

Seeing this feature, Zhou also knew that this might be the descendant of the resurrected witch's former brothers and sisters. Maybe she could get some inside information about Qingshui City from her, and it should not be deeply related to the cult.

The hand that was about to be retracted by Fu Yue immediately went down along the hood to help her put the hair that fell in front of her eyes behind her ears.

Aixina did not resist such an action, but was rather excited as if being patted on the head by an elder: "I am your only blood, my full name is Fu Yue Dolus Fu Yue. You can call me Fu Yue."

Fu Yue nodded, not doubting too much, because following Fu Yue's words, she tried her best and reluctantly used a little moon energy.

It was so little that it was not as much as the water that the group of people gathered when Zhou Ye first met the gifted in Xiangshan City.

It seemed that she also knew that such little energy was pitiful. After only a few seconds, Fu Yue took it back, and her cheeks quietly blushed.

"So cute." Fu Yue chose to start praising at this time, making the other party who had experienced all kinds of dangers without changing his expression, but rarely encountered people who praised him, which made him feel even more embarrassed.

"As for why I want to stay with Siming, there is already an answer," Fu Yue swayed, and even in the narrow alley, she was still beautiful and dazzling. As she spoke, she adjusted the straps on her chest. "Do you want to try to analyze it?"

"My cute descendants."

These words were completely spoken in Aisina's ear, causing her, who was already unable to resist, to cover her face and take a few steps back. After making a salute gesture, she quickly poured out everything she could think of in her mind.

"During your rest period, I watched all the broadcasted videos and found that although Sima Ming was indifferent to life, he was not as cruel and fond of teasing people as rumored.

I myself am a survivor of a genetic disease in Qingshui City. I was adopted and educated by a cult, but I found that although there are selfish people in the cult, they are far more sincere and kind than most propaganda."

"Most of the core believers have cursed blood, just like I have your blood, and the bishop has blood that can attract monsters. Sometimes I wonder, are we the ones who joined the cult, or is it only the cult that is willing to take in a group of aliens like us who are different from others..."

"I have been listening to my mother telling stories about you since I was a child. You used your life to save the people of Qingshui City time and time again, and kept the monsters outside the complete mainland which was much larger than the current one. You used your powerful moon energy to fight against the cult. You healed wounds and soothed anxiety..."

"Maybe, there is something wrong with the current records, right? They are saying black is white and white is black, trying to cover up a history that has long passed and no one knows about..."

Tan Yue, who was looked at expectantly by him, looked into the distance, as if thinking about the sealed memories of the past, but in the end he said nothing, just sighed softly, as if he didn't want her to know the truth behind it.

Zhou Ye wrote down genetic disease, cursed blood, and history cover-up according to her description, and circled the words "history cover-up".

His father went to look for medicine alone, and his mother suffered from a genetic disease. All of this happened before he was born. Combined with the monster riot at that time, there must be a connection.

Even he himself was deeply affected.

He must know more about history. What the invisible black hand tried so hard to cover up must be its Achilles' heel. Thinking of this, Zhou Ye no longer simply regarded her as a cultist.

"You are very smart," Tan Yue looked at the descendant who was only slightly shorter than her, her eyes full of relief, and tried hard to draw a pie, "What's happening on the mainland has nothing to do with you now, you don't need to know..."

"No, it's about me. You are not only my ancestor, but also my relative." Aisina emphasized again, "The only one alive."

"What the mainland is, and its relationship with Zhou Ye, are very important to me, I want to protect you."

"My parents who died of genetic disease that year were an irreparable loss to me. Now I have a chance. Although my strength is not as good as yours, at least I can guarantee that I will die before you."

"I'm sincere... please believe me!"

The stubbornness in her eyes made Zhou Ye unable to ignore. In addition to the sincerity of taking advantage of her, he felt a trace of pity.

Finally, Tan Yue, who had been acting like an elder, put her arm around her shoulders and said, "It's so unlucky to keep talking all the time. Look, the weather is so good today, and it's time for lunch. Let's go fill our stomachs first."

After saying that, he took her hand just as firmly as Aisina had just done, and took her back to the small hotel she rented.

The door was filled with all kinds of gifts that Tan Yue had not accepted, including eggs, fresh vegetables, and even a live hen, two ducks, and two people looking at each other.

Aisina looked at the hen, and her originally melancholy mood was somewhat diluted. Tan Yue picked it up directly, and even asked Aisina to help her get more difficult ingredients - after all, she was not the one cooking, and she was even a little happy thinking that it was Siming's consciousness that was working hard.

With such happiness, she naturally pushed the door open, naturally dropped the things, and naturally put her hands around the main body to check his condition.

Then he turned around and saw that Aisina, who had been standing upright, had her pupils trembling and opened her mouth to look at the two of them.

"No! Don't misunderstand." Fu Yue shouted hurriedly, and at the same time, the original body waved anxiously.

They were like singing a duet, one making sounds and the other making movements, and they were in perfect harmony. It would take at least three to five years to reach this level.

What made things even worse was that the original body was wearing a plain ring that was completely gathered by moon energy. In the eyes of people with similar talents, it was so eye-catching that it was like a slowly rising sun.

Aisina, who was already shocked and didn't know what to say, took a few steps back.

"Is he your...? No, why?" She was so stiff that she even forgot to put down the ducks in her hands. At this moment, the two ducks were still making quacking sounds that kept echoing in the room.

Siming, who had just returned to the kitchen, was also controlled to come out to save the situation, but the ring on his chest did not have moon energy, but the same ring made Aisina retreat directly to the door that had just been closed.

Zhou Ye and the other two looked at each other, as if they saw the white smoke rising slowly from her head because of her rapid brain operation.