The light of the fluorescent lamp illuminated the unfamiliar face in the mirror - black hair, brown eyes, bloodshot eyes, traces of Westerners between the eyebrows and eyes, and a delicate face with a slight mixed race. It looked like he was only in his early twenties, in his prime.
Despite Mao's age, he looked a little haggard because of the thick dark circles under his eyes.
Colin Bright Varland.
"This is who I am now. The pronunciation of the first word is the same as my name."
He tried to figure out why he woke up in a different world - he had already seen the scenery outside the window, and in a hurry, he also looked at the national border map in the living room. The original world did not have a territory of 550,000 square kilometers.
The country is called the Republic of Clovis.
"Before the time travel, everything was as usual. The only difference was that I passed by the night market after get off work and bought a model of Fengdu Ancient City from a roadside stall. The stall owner even boasted that it was a one-to-one miniature reproduction. Fengdu City is a legendary city. Where can I restore the things? But the workmanship is really good, and the materials are abundant, almost catching up with the Bandai. It just doesn't match the style of my closet of Ultras and Masks. It's a pity. I don't know how I traveled through this time. Who will benefit from those collections..."
Shaking his head, he continued to recall, but what followed was very ordinary. He took the model, ordered takeout, went home, and opened the door...
The next few lines are blacked out.
"It's been strange lately. The observation area has been a lot empty. It seems that all the numbers from 00190 onwards are gone. I remember that except for 00187, I didn't send anyone else away. Also, where is the number 00197?"
Putting down his phone, he opened the photo album and found that there were only a few photos. Apart from "his" ones, the others only involved four people - a brown-haired woman in her fifties, a blond woman in her twenties, and a teenage brown-haired girl.
He looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties. The man's appearance is somewhat similar to this body, but he has brown hair.
"There was someone behind me when I opened the door, tingling pain in my back, squirting sound, weakness..."
"October 29, 1995, Xiaoyu, the people I helped today are No. 00194 and No. 00195. They are very grateful to me, but as long as I can help them, I will be satisfied."
"Mom, I'm sorry, please forgive me——"
"October 25, 1995, Xiaoyu, today I helped No. 00187. He smiled and thanked me, and then left."
"Poverty is almost carved into every corner of the house!" Colin sighed.
A mobile phone, a diary, a photo album, three documents, a few banknotes and... a bunch of bills.
Colin stopped what he was doing and looked towards the door.
He picked up the towel next to him and was about to wipe his face, but suddenly froze.
Half an hour later, the square table in the living room was filled with things.
He seemed to be talking in a dream, and even though he was recalling it, great terror still arose in his heart, and then he woke up.
"I used to work in a pharmaceutical company, and the work content was probably related to drug experiments. Although the name is a bit strange, maybe this is the style of the world? However, judging from his records, the people who participated in the experiments did not seem to be very good.
Isn't it some illegal experiment? In short, it doesn't look like a serious business."
Thinking of this, Colin's expression suddenly changed, and there was something slightly unnatural behind his back.
He did not inherit too many memories from the original owner, or in other words, the memories left by the original Colin Varland were too vague and trivial. Not to mention recent memories, even relatives and important nodes in life were blurred.
Can't remember clearly.
The original owner’s friend? Colleague? Neighbor? Takeaway?
"October 3, 1995, Qing. Today is number 00177. What will he lose? I don't know, I can only watch."
He did not turn over the bed casually, but went to the bedside, opened the cabinet and rummaged around, all the way from the bedroom to the living room.
"Ex-girlfriend Emily, broke up on graduation day, reality."
"It's too troublesome to have unclear memory. I hope I can recover slowly in the future. Really, that's not what the novel says..."
Colin gradually frowned and noticed something strange. Ever since Colin returned to his post after a break, although he still said the same sentence every day, it felt very strange. Then he discovered that the last sentence was not a new day, but a continuation.
Previous article——
For some reason, as he looked at the records line by line, Colin felt particularly depressed and felt like he could not breathe.
"When I woke up, there seemed to be no blood on the bed? Since the blood had dried, it must have been there for a while. Could it be that I was too panicked when I first woke up and ignored it? But in this situation, my predecessor committed suicide? Damn it, completely
No memory of this!"
An indescribable emotion arose in Colin's heart, which seemed like sadness and relief.
Looking around, he didn't find any sharp weapons. Confused, Colin rubbed his brows and felt a headache.
After a while, Colin put the photo back and tried to relax.
After being silent for a while, he took a long breath.
"On October 15, 1995, it was cloudy. Mr. Teblon found me. He suggested that I rest for a few days. Yes, I need to rest."
"It's a bit of a gain." He put down his ID and picked up his diary. "Writing a diary is a good habit. I hope I can get more information..." After casually flipping through a few pages, his expression changed slightly and he read carefully.
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Looking at the modern bathroom, which was less than four square meters, equipped with a basin and a toilet, Colin was not so sure.
He couldn't help but glance at the calendar. It had already turned to December, but what day was it? He couldn't tell at all. He shook his head and continued to turn down. There were still more than a dozen pages with traces of writing.
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"On October 22, 1995, Yin, I returned to my job. My colleagues sent greetings. In order to take care of my emotions, I was arranged in a new office. The sofa was soft and the paintings on the wall were exquisite.
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"It seems to be a work diary."
Doorbell rang.
The living room is only 11 or 2 square meters, and the only window faces the west, less than two meters away from the red brick building opposite. Under the window sill is a very narrow alley. The things in the living room are also very monotonous - an old-fashioned picture tube TV, half a person
There is a high-end second-hand refrigerator, a folding table and two chairs. The most valuable thing is probably the imitation leather sofa for two people. On the wall are clocks, cheap figure paintings, and national border maps.
He continued to read.
Those familiar faces, like four keys, made several figures appear in Colin's vague memory——
Ding dong!
His expression suddenly became serious. Colin picked up a towel, wiped it hastily twice, quickly left the bathroom, walked through the narrow living room, returned to the bedroom, and looked at the messy bed.
Ding dong!
"Someone stabbed me! But why?"
He noticed the dried blood stains on the sheets, especially under the sheets, where large traces of blood could be vaguely seen, which seemed to form a pattern, but because of the penetration of blood, it was somewhat blurred, as if it was formed by chance.
The person outside the door rang the doorbell again.
“Old-fashioned functional phone, very hard.”
at this time.
"November 30, 1995, heavy rain. Today I helped No. 00198, but his health is not good, so I asked him to stay in my office temporarily and wait a few days before sending him away."
He no longer touched the photo album, but picked up the documents - driver's license, graduation certificate and work permit, which all had photos and names. He looked over them several times and almost sorted out the context.
He woke up in this bed half an hour ago.
He saw a long scar on the left wrist of his new body. The wound seemed new, but it was scarred and slightly painful.
Behind the short sentences, there is an unspeakable sadness and heaviness.
After making a calm evaluation, Colin pulled out the photos one by one and checked the backs. Finally, he found a few words behind the photo of his mother Paulina. The Clovis alphabet is very similar to English, and the writer’s
However, the strokes are very messy and drawn out very long, as if they were written in a hurry.
Colin first picked up the phone and looked at it. He opened the cover and pressed the power button. The screen did not light up.
"Forget it, it's useless to think so much. Let's figure out 'my' situation first."
"November 29, 1995, heavy rain. The person who received help today is number 00196. She seems to want to express her love to me?"
"Forget it, now that we are here, what is the truth and what's the point? Thinking on the bright side, if we change the world, maybe we won't be as tired as in the previous life. 996 will not be popular in other worlds... right?"
Although Colin's memory was vague, the content of the language and characters was unexpectedly perfect, which allowed him to recognize the meaning at once——
He looked at the blond woman. The photo was taken in summer, the sun was shining brightly, and the woman had a smile like a flower.
"At least I don't have to be illiterate anymore, and judging from the scene just now, I can recall relevant memories when I meet the corresponding person or thing."
"This log is getting weirder and weirder the more I read it."
"October 11, 1995, Qing. Today is number 00187. He doesn't want to talk, but I know what this poor man has experienced, but I'm afraid he will be even more unfortunate next time."
"October 5, 1995, sunny. Today is number 00182. He can't hold on any longer. This is not surprising. His health has been deteriorating since a week ago."
The original Colin was born in the northern town of Moluo in 1971, the year of the Chinese calendar. He graduated two years ago and joined Teblon Pharmaceutical Company. This year is 1995.
A few minutes later, Colin put the diary back on the table, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, frowning, as if thinking about something, and after a while, he continued to look.
"No matter who they are, you have to wait until you are familiar with the environment before contacting them!"
Just when Colin made up his mind to pretend that no one was home, a steady voice came from outside the door——
"Mr. Varlan, please open the door. I know you are inside. Don't worry. We are from the Ruther Street Police Station. Didn't you call the police before?"
police!?
Colin's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked towards the bedroom. Thinking of the blood-stained sheets, cold sweat fell from his forehead.