After resting for half an hour, Zhou Mingrui, who already thought he was Klein, finally recovered. During this time, he discovered that there were four black spots on the back of his right hand, forming a small square.

The four black spots faded from dark to light and soon disappeared, but Klein knew that they were still hidden in his body, waiting to be awakened.

"Four points in a square. Could it be that they correspond to the four portions of staple food in the four corners? In the future, I won't need to prepare staple food anymore and can just go straight to the steps and spells?" Klein had a vague guess.

This seems good, but it has a strange origin. The "things" that are not understood always make people afraid.

Thinking about how the inexplicable magic on Earth could actually work here, thinking about the strange time travel in his dreams, thinking about the mysterious, psychedelic, and unknown gray fog world, and thinking about the whispers lingering around during the "ritual" that drove people crazy, Klein shuddered uncontrollably, shuddering in the hot weather at the end of June.

He once heard a saying: "The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind 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, to learn more, and to break through the unknown. At the same time, he also had the escapist urge to bury his head and pretend that nothing had happened.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, covering the desk with a layer of "gold powder". Klein stared at it, as if he had touched a trace of warmth and hope.

He relaxed a little, and immediately felt a surge of exhaustion wash over him.

The sleepless night last night and the exhaustion just now made his eyelids heavy as if they were white lead, and they couldn't stop drooping.

Shaking his head, Klein stretched out his hands to support the edge of the table. He didn't bother to pick up the rye bread placed on the four corners. He staggered to the bunk bed. As soon as he lay down and touched the pillow, he fell asleep.

Gulu! Gulu!

Hunger woke Klein up. He opened his eyes and felt refreshed.

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

While straightening the wrinkles of his clothes, he returned to the desk and picked up the silver pocket watch with vine pattern.

Bang!

The cover popped open and the second hand began to tick.

“It’s half past twelve. I slept for more than three hours.” Klein swallowed and put the pocket watch into his linen shirt pocket.

In the Northern Continent, a day is also divided into 24 hours, 60 minutes per hour, and 60 seconds per minute. As for whether the length of each second is the same as on Earth, Klein does not know.

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

Only when you are full can you think of solutions and do things!

Without hesitation, Klein took back the rye bread from the four corners, shook off the dust on it, and planned to take one of the loaves as his main meal for lunch.

Because there was a custom in his hometown to share the offerings after a sacrifice, and these four loaves of rye bread did not seem to have changed at all, and with only five pennies left in his pocket, he felt that he should be frugal.

Of course, this is also subtly influenced by the original owner's memory fragments and living habits.

Because gas was so expensive that it was a pity to use it 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 I have to live a life of eating brown bread in the morning, brown bread at noon, and meat at night? If Melissa hadn't considered my upcoming interview, I would only be able to eat meat twice a week." Klein, who had nothing to do and couldn't think about serious issues due to hunger, looked around.

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

“No, no, I have to wait for Melissa to eat it together.” Klein shook his head violently, rejecting the idea of ​​cutting it in half and cooking it now.

As a single guy wandering in a big city, although he mainly eats out, he has still honed his basic cooking skills. The food is not delicious, but it is good enough.

Klein turned around and tried to pretend that he didn't see anything. But at this moment, he suddenly remembered that in addition to the meat, he also bought green peas and potatoes in the morning!

Potatoes! Klein suddenly had an inspiration. He turned back like a whirlwind, rushed to the cupboard, and took out two potatoes from the few available.

He first went to the public bathroom to wash the potatoes thoroughly, then put them directly into the pot and boiled them with water.

After a long while, he took out the seasoning box from the cupboard, opened the lid, and sprinkled a little yellow and coarse salt into the water.

After waiting patiently for a few more minutes, Klein picked up the kettle and poured the soup (not considered soup) into several cups and a large bowl. Finally, he forked out two potatoes and placed them on the table.

call!

He would peel a little bit and blow on his hands, and the aroma of the cooked potatoes would spread out little by little, whetting his appetite.

With his saliva flowing wildly, Klein didn't care that he had only peeled half of the potato, and didn't care that the potato was still a little hot. He picked it up and took a big bite.

Pink! Fragrant! Sweet aftertaste! Klein was instantly moved. He wolfed down two potatoes and even ate some of the skin.

It was not until this time that he picked up the big bowl and drank a sip of the "soup" happily. The light taste of salt washed away the dryness in his mouth.

“I loved eating this when I was a kid.” Klein sighed silently as he filled his stomach. He broke some rye bread and soaked it in “soup” to soften it before eating.

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

After drinking the "soup" and cleaning up, Klein felt like he had completely come alive again. He experienced the joy of being a human being and enjoyed the brightness of the sunshine.

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

“I can’t escape. I must find a way to get in touch with the mysterious realm and become the Extraordinary in the eyes of Justice and the Hanged Man.”

“Overcome the fear of the unknown.”

"The only way at the moment is to wait for the next 'gathering' and see if I can overhear the recipe of the 'audience' potion, or other mysterious knowledge."

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

Unable to travel back, Klein just walked away and picked up the open notebook, intending to look through it to see if there were any clues, to see if he could complete the incomplete memory fragments.

Obviously, the original owner had the habit of taking notes and also liked to use notes as a diary.

Klein knew clearly that the cabinet that served as the right leg of the desk was filled with completed notebooks.

I started using this book on May 10th. The first part is mostly about school, tutors, and knowledge:

"On May 12, Mr. Azik mentioned that the common language of the Balam Empire in the southern continent also originated from the ancient Feysac language, which is a branch of the Giant language. Why is this so? Could it be that all creatures with spirituality once used the same language? No, this must be wrong. Even in the records of the Apocalypse of Night and the Book of Storms, in an era older than the ancient times, giants were not the only rulers of the continent. There were also elves, alien species, and 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 it weren't for the sudden appearance of Emperor Roselle, perhaps the Northern Continent would still be in the Cold Weapon Age like the Southern Continent. The tutor thought that he overemphasized the role of individuals. He believed that with the development of the times, even without Emperor Roselle, there would still be Emperor Robert. In short, the Steam Age might be late, but it would definitely come. I just felt that their argument was meaningless. I prefer to discover new things and restore the history shrouded in fog. Maybe, I shouldn't study history, but archaeology."

"On May 2, Welch found me and said that he had obtained a notebook from the Fourth Epoch. My goddess, a notebook from the Fourth Epoch! He didn't want to ask his classmates in the archaeology department for help, so he wanted me and Naya to help interpret the contents of the notebook. How could I refuse such a thing? Of course, it has to be arranged after the graduation defense. I can't be distracted at this time."

Seeing this, Klein perked up. Compared to the previous history notes and conceptual debates, the newly emerged "Fourth Epoch" notes were more likely to lead to the original owner's suicide.

The Quaternary Age is the era before the current "Iron Age". Its history is full of mystery and many gaps. Even the unearthed tombs, ancient cities and documents are very few. Historians and archaeologists can only rely on the vague theological texts of the seven major churches that are mainly based on faith education to barely piece together a little of the "original appearance" and know the existence of the Solomon Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, and the Trunsost Empire.

Klein, who is determined to break through the fog and restore history, has little interest in the "first three eras" which are more mythological and legendary. He only cares about the Fourth Era, also known as the "Age of the Gods". You can imagine how excited he is.

“Hey, now that I see it, the original owner valued the interview and worried about future employment. In fact, there is no need to do so,” Klein couldn’t help but sigh.

There are still very few universities at present, and the vast majority of students are children of aristocrats and wealthy families. As long as commoners can 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 still gain certain network resources through group discussions, collective activities, etc., which are quite precious network resources!

For example, Welch McGowan is the son of a banker in Conston City, Jianhai County, Loen Kingdom. He is generous and lavish. Because he has been in the same group with Klein and Naya for a long time to do homework and reports, he habitually asks them for help.

Without further thought, Klein continued to take notes:

"June 1st, graduation. Goodbye, my Hoy University!"

"On June 1, I saw the notebook. After comparing its structure and word roots, I found that it was a variant of the ancient Feysac language. To be more precise, the ancient Feysac language has actually been evolving slightly over the past thousand years."

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

"On June 21, he mentioned the 'Black Emperor', which is completely inconsistent with the era deduced from the previous content. Could it be that the teacher's view is wrong, and the 'Black Emperor' is actually the common title of every emperor of the Solomon Empire?"

"On June 22, the family called 'Antigonus' seemed to have a prominent position in the Solomon Empire. The owner of the notebook mentioned that he was conducting a secret transaction with a man named Tudor. Tudor? Tudor Dynasty?"

"On June 2, I controlled myself not to think about the notebook and not to go to Welch. I had to prepare for the interview! This is very important!"

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

"On June 25, from the newly interpreted content, the owner of the notebook accepted a mission to go to the main peak of the 'Honachis' Mountains to visit the 'Kingdom of Night' at the top. My goddess, the main peak of the Honachis Mountains is more than 6,000 meters, how can there be a country there? How do they survive!"

“June 26th, are these weird things real?”

The notes end here. Zhou Mingrui traveled through time in the early morning of June 2nd.

"That is to say, the notes of June 2 actually contain the sentence 'Everyone will die, including me'" Klein turned to the page he saw first 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 and take a look at the contents of the ancient notes. However, with his rich "experience" in movies and TV series, he felt that if he went there, and if the matter was indeed related, he would most likely encounter unknown dangers - those guys who knew there was a ghost in the castle and still went there to commit suicide are a warning!

But I can't not go. Escaping will never solve the problem. It will only make things bigger and bigger, until the dam bursts and submerges me completely!

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

Boom!

Boom boom!

Suddenly there was a rapid and forceful knock at the door.

Klein sat up straight and listened attentively.

Boom!

Boom boom!

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