"Are you willing to remain unknown for the rest of your life and then become silent?"
"You have desires, right?"
In the past few days, these dreams that seemed to be whispering like demons kept lingering in Haibo's ears.
...
pain!
Tired and sad!
Haibo felt an inexplicable twitching all over his body, as if he had touched a high-voltage wire.
"Still that dream? What's going on?!"
After a moderate shock, Haibo's consciousness was finally lifted from the state of being covered by gauze and gradually became clear.
In a daze, Haibo prepared to get up according to a familiar rhythm, picked up the clothes he threw on the ground last night and put them on. But the strange thing was that no matter how he groped around on the ground with his eyes closed, he didn't catch anything!
"Strange! Did you drink too much last night? You don't know where you put your clothes. Oh, if I had known earlier, I would have paid more attention. You have to take care of your body."
Just as he was thinking this, Haibo opened his eyes that were very confused due to myopia, and groped around on a dark obsidian-like table object.
Fortunately, the metal glasses are still there.
When he put on his glasses in a somewhat awkward way, what caught his eye was not the bright and clean personal room that he had always seen, but a dark one filled with clutter and cobwebs, similar to a Western-style attic storage room.
place.
In addition to the bed and the black mechanical table, there is a pile of silver-white and bronze-colored mechanical parts in the small room, which is similar to the differential engine that was not mass-produced in the 19th century.
In addition, stacked in the small space was a semi-copper round fireplace stained with black dirt that looked like it was about to be scrapped.
The unburnt charcoal inside is emitting sparks outward.
"This is not my home! Where is it?"
Haibo shook his head vigorously and supported his body in a daze near the edge of the dusty, cloudy glass window.
The environment outside is mainly dark, like a cloudy sky. Looking upward from a distance, a piece of black with some gaps exposed covers the entire sky.
The noisy roar of machinery was loud and ear-piercing just in the early morning. Not far away, there seemed to be a silver-white "big guy" long-arm machine that was slowly starting up.
Downstairs not far in front of him was a garbage dump filled with industrial waste and civil decay.
Haibo could smell a sour smell from a long distance away.
The area was covered in filthy liquids and rotten food residue, and it seemed like no one was cleaning it regularly.
Staring at the strange and dim scene, Haibo unconsciously pinched his own throat, trying to ease his nervousness. Although he was not sure whether he would encounter danger again, the place he was in now was really weird.
!
The dim attic room, the roaring mechanical sound, the half-copper fireplace that was about to be scrapped, and, also, myself?
Calm down, you must calm down, no one is trying to kill me, calm down!
Haibo gasped for air, trying hard to suppress the itching sensation in his throat and trying not to make any noise.
In this strange place, the first thing is not to attract the attention of others. It is mentioned in the "Safety Code" written by someone who does not know:
When encountering the danger of suddenly entering a strange environment, stay calm, do not act abnormally to attract others' attention, and try to explore as much useful information as possible. Information is a necessary condition for your survival.
"The first problem that needs to be solved is..." Haibo suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain in his brain, as if it was being pried open by a metal object.
The next second, he blurted out unconsciously:
"who I am?"
Just as his thoughts gradually stabilized, a memory fragment that did not belong to him instantly occupied his mind.
He unconsciously took out something similar to an identification card from the pocket of the silver-white guard uniform made of metal mixed with plant material and wearing the iron "Long Sword and Hammer" medal.
It is square in shape, and the hard cardboard material is still stained with some ink that has been rubbed away.
The words above seemed to be printed directly by a mechanical manual printer. Haibo had never learned these strange Latin-like words, but those scattered memory fragments made it possible for him to read without any obstacles!
"Zini Imperial Language?" Haibo murmured.
"Lite Sugra. Released in 522 of the New Yuan Dynasty, made by the Zine Empire."
This is the holy city of Sokra in the Zine Empire in the year 527 of the New Era! A city built in the wasteland!
In order to isolate the zombie-like Heartless from the mutant-like Lost, the great humans built this huge shelter, which is nearly half the size of a small European country.
"So, I am Wright Sugra?" Haibo said a little surprised.
As if he remembered something, Haibo rushed towards the dusty iron mirror next to him.
After wiping with the storage water stained with turbid gray-white liquid in the basin, he saw "himself" in the mirror.
Black hair, black eyes, oval face, very thin.
It seems that this can no longer be called emaciated, it can be described as haggard. Like a migrant worker who has stayed up late for more than half a year, his eyes are bloodshot and there is no trace of human vitality.
But one thing is certain, the person in front of me is definitely not me, I have traveled through time!
And he replaced this person named Wright Socra!
It was a bit hard to accept for the moment. Haibo stumbled back onto the messy yellow bed, crossed his legs and closed his eyes, trying to explore as much information about Wright Sugra as possible through meditation.
But there seems to be some kind of force that blocks him out. Once he touches information other than his name and reading ability, he will feel a pain in his brain and will be unable to detect anything.
After a while, Haibo's brain seemed to be passed through by an electric current. He seemed to remember something in his psychedelic state, and stumbled towards the dark, complex mechanical short table divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower.
"Yes, that's it!"
Not all of Wright Socra's memory fragments disappeared, and the last bit guided Haibo to find the things on the table.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A pistol? Thirty centimeters in length and a silver-white pistol engraved with a double-headed eagle pattern?
This seems to be the "Crazy Bear" pistol produced by the Sugla City Factory, right?
Also, a note that has been rubbed many times and has weird cracks?
"We will all fall into darkness, and no one will be saved. Except for the source of red magic..."
The words above made Haibo puzzled. Darkness, salvation? There are also words that seem to be unfinished. Is it the red magic source crystal or the magic source power?
"Magic source power?" Haibo read the word naturally, as if he had always said it.
From Wright's memory fragments, it seems that this is some kind of magical power that is not mysterious.
Then, Haibo checked the inexplicably familiar "Bear Bear" pistol, which seemed to be something commonly used by this man named Wright.
Parts of it were covered with dirt and there was no time to clean it after repeated use.
But when he stared at the pistol and thought carefully, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his chest a few centimeters from his heart.
He subconsciously touched his chest, which was stained with some blood. There was a scar the size of a round coin that had almost healed.
Although there should be no more blood flowing out, after Haibo rubbed it vigorously a few times, a slightly red viscous liquid still stuck to his hand.
Fortunately it wasn't a lot of blood.
Wright's memory once again reminded Haibo that if he was stained with too much blood in this wasteland city, he would be directly executed as an unintentional person without leaving any room for mercy.
Haibo stared at the "Wild Bear" pistol in a daze. He didn't know how Wright died, but one thing that was certain was that Wright must have died before he could travel through time and take his place.
If it was suicide, it would be okay, which means that the danger Wright encountered was far from fatal. He must have some reasons. But if it was suicide, the matter would be serious!
There will be a second time after the first time. If it was a homicide, the group of people who attacked Wright would definitely not give up. It might not be long before Haibo would have to bear it again for Wright.
Information! Information! Still information!
The most important thing in this world is information. The information in front of you is not of much use other than knowing where you are and what time it is now.
Let’s see if we can find anything else from Wright’s remaining memories!
Haibo thought this and calmed down.
Although Wright may have been at work most of the time, so he had a peculiar smell mixed with gasoline and decay, his clothes were neat and clean.
The silver-white style top, which is stained by mud, looks a bit gray when paired with the tactical trousers, which are also made of metal mixed with a variety of animal and plant materials and stained with silver-white chemical pigments, but they look passable.
But his haggard look now is really scary, so let’s dress him up a little first.
"Sure enough, it looks much more comfortable."
After washing himself with the water stored in the dilapidated mahogany cabinet in the memory fragments, Haibo took another look at himself in the mirror that was speckled with black matter and had cracks on the edges.
If this face wasn't so haggard, it would probably still have some good looks. If it were put back into its own world, it might be able to charm people, but here, I'm afraid this is not valued.
"Information, still information. It seems like we won't be attacked in broad daylight anymore.
Although you may still encounter danger, gathering information is the first priority. This pistol used to fight the enemy should be able to defend yourself.
If you meet someone Wright knows, chat and collect information. If it is dangerous, then you can only fight."
Haibo thought to himself, and put the "Crazy Bear" pistol on his waist in a less noticeable position. After looking around and double-checking the safety, he walked outside the house along the rickety stairs that seemed to collapse at any time.
"This world is really fascinating and incredible."
Haibo secretly admired that the unfamiliar environment actually gave him a novel feeling. The time travel did not bring him any discomfort. On the contrary, he enjoyed this feeling very much.
The urge to take risks and explore new things is engraved in his genes, even without the influence of Wright's memory.
Through the glass cover with a bit of gray fog, Haibo's black and gray mechanical watch told him that the time now was only 8 o'clock in the morning, and the dark dome that shrouded the entire city still blocked most of the sunlight.
Accompanied by the roar of machinery, the large chimney of the "Mechanical Yuan" factory, a landmark building in the Sogra Machinery District visible to the naked eye in the distance, has begun work.
Looking up following the sound, a huge airship similar to one popular during World War I was slowly rising into the sky not far away, like a ferocious beast roaring in the night, waiting for the dark part of the dome to slowly unravel so that it could break through the restraints.
go.
After taking two stumbling steps, Haibo saw a small store with a white paint on the floor and the sign "Sukela Grocery Store Z District Branch" on the right hand side of Haibo among the rows of low-rise buildings.
I have the impression that Wright has passed by here many times, and it seems that the main goods for sale are only a limited variety of goods, including kerosene lamps.
This small shop is not far from the dilapidated three-story house he rented, and is separated by a dirty sewage canal.
Wright's memory fragments show that this city does not seem to have a complete power network. The existence of small shops shows that people here still need fuel for daily lighting.
"Hey, isn't this Wright? How's it going? Last time I went to the outer suburbs of Sogra, uh, the mission in the outer area should have been completed well. I heard that I met the powerful Lost One, and it seems that you have come back.
Boy, this time those Socratic committees who are unwilling to pay will definitely benefit from you."
A lean and frail man greeted Haibo. He was Ward, the owner of a kerosene lamp seller. Since some of Wright's memories were still there, Haibo answered naturally in his tone and language:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Yeah, it should be... well done. After all, I survived."
Did the owner of my body die while performing a mission? If so, the situation shouldn't be that bad.
Haibo was prevaricating, but he didn't want to end the conversation immediately. After all, chatting with the boss Ward could provide him with a lot of useful information.
"Fortunately, it is the goddess of light who protects you. I think you are the only one who believes in her. More than five hundred years have passed since the disaster. Now people believe in the Lord of the Night. After all, after this big black cover is built,
We can still survive smoothly." George was busy with the kerosene lamp in his hand while chatting with Haibo.
"Big hood?" Haibo blurted out.
Immediately afterwards, he realized that he had made a mistake and quickly lowered his head.
"I think you must have lacked sleep, Wright. All this history has been spread all over the Holy City of Socrates. If you were a student, I would despise you. You are still the same as before, knowing nothing about history." Ward joked:
But you should really make up for your classes. Oh, by the way, Mr. George in the library is waiting for you. It’s still the same, so you don’t need to make any preparations. Oh, by the way, take this with you. After all, Mr. George recommended you.
For those who have joined Sucra's army, it is considered a favor to give him some gifts."
As Ward spoke, he took out a gift box from a pile of discarded kerosene lamps. Like the surrounding environment, it was in a pure black style, but in the center was carved two spliced yellow-brown metal pieces of unknown meaning.
gear.
From the remaining memories of Wright, it seems that this is a cultural mark left over from the Zine Empire where he lived.
"Here, Wright. By the way, ask Mr. George for a book, the one about the history of Socrates. The older generation said that it is not enough to know the dangers. History will give us experiences and lessons. Okay, hurry up.
Go ahead. Don't forget the book!" Ward ordered.
After Haibo briefly thanked Ward, he walked towards the Scottish City Library in Wright's memory.
Suddenly, a crack seemed to open in the huge dark dome, and a ray of white light shone on Haibo.
Using the light, he rubbed his chest, which still felt a little tingling. It seemed that the painful wound there had not completely healed.
Dark dust mixed with scarlet blood stained his fingers. It seemed that the city wrapped in a dome would have the same tone.
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Talking in sleep? New 3
I woke up from a long sleep
Observe the dark dome
The dilapidated ruins exude a strange smell
The narrow eaves cannot accommodate the huge body
The roaring machinery is spreading its wings and soaring