When the old door shaft was engaged, it made a long "squeak" sound.
Because the windows and doors had not been opened for a long time, the old smell that had accumulated in the room was instantly released.
Boss Isaacs is not from this era, so it is not surprising that the furnishings in the room in front of him are ancient.
You Ye did not follow Luo Qiu in, but just stood at the door. Maybe it was out of respect from his former boss, or maybe out of awe.
Of course it could be other things.
This room will probably be a rare treasure trove in the eyes of a historian - but in fact, how can everything in this club not be called a treasure trove?
Luo Qiu walked to the room near the window sill. The curtains were just black gauze. There was also a small round table and a small square wooden chair. The chair was in an open state, and there were many scratches on the foot of the stool, probably from the long pull.
Relationship.
Luo Qiu sat directly on the chair and closed his eyes. Boss Isaac would probably sit here for a long time all day long. He didn't know what the purpose of doing this was, but he just felt that he needed to feel it and sit still.
The feeling of being here.
When his eyes are sitting here, what is he focusing on?
After a while, Luo Qiu, who found nothing, stood up mockingly and began to walk around the room. Against the other wall was a simple desk, but both the drawers and the table top were empty.
As for the wardrobe in the room, there is only one set of clothes. The bed is there, and the bedside table is there. There is a candlestick on the bedside table. At first glance, these are the only things in the room.
Therefore, Luo Qiu did not see the music box in Youye's mouth that could produce sounds after the clockwork was twisted.
It was as if apart from the initial letter, his predecessor had left nothing of his own to Luo Qiu. Luo Qiu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Just when he was about to leave, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and walked to the round table again.
He squatted down and looked at the ground of the round table.
He used the same method again, looking at the bottom of the desk, and turned the bed over, even the back of the drawer. Finally, he moved the wardrobe, looking at the cracks on the wall behind the wardrobe, and the wardrobe itself.
behind.
"Is there really nothing left...or am I thinking too much?" Luo Qiu said to himself.
In the end, we had no choice but to restore the room to its original appearance.
Unknowingly, it was already when the sun was rising. The breeze blew open the gauze covering the window door, and the sunlight shone on the glass window. Only then did Luo Qiu realize that it was a stained glass window. At this time, the broken glass
The crackling sunlight and the glazed flower windows combine to create a dazzling light painting.
The room seemed to suddenly become much more vivid.
Luo Qiu subconsciously walked to the window, opened the curtains, and pushed open the glass window. Outside was a commercial street with few people in the morning - the commercial street he was familiar with.
Luo Qiu closed the stained glass window, and when he was about to close the black window screen, he saw the sun shining through the stained window glass and reflecting on the wooden floor.
They were rows and rows of neatly arranged patterns - but Luo Qiu's was probably a type of writing, a very ancient type of writing.
But they seemed to disappear soon, probably because of the angle of the sun. Luo Qiu directly picked up his mobile phone and captured the scene on the floor. At this time, the words had become blurred and quickly merged into one.
Broken light.
Luo Qiu showed the captured image to Youye, "Youye, do you recognize these words?"
Youye just shook his head and looked surprised.
Even though she has worked here for three hundred years, the maid has never walked into Boss Isaac's room. This is probably the first time she has seen such a thing.
But Youye didn't recognize it. I'm afraid the writing was from three hundred years ago, or something older.
Luo Qiu tried to put his palm on the phone screen, intending to use his appraisal ability, but all he got was a reply like an altar.
——The text content has been lost, whether to use the thousand-year lifespan to repair and translate the content.
Luo Qiu felt that there should be a sound here: What-The-FUCK.
But at this time, another message came from the altar.
——The provenance can be purchased with ten years of life.
Well, I should say it again: What-The-FUCK.
"Owner?"
Seeing Luo Qiu's somewhat silent expression, Youye asked tentatively.
Luo Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, at least it's not nothing. The days ahead are still very long. Moreover, if you have a goal, you will probably become a lot more positive."
He later told Youye to continue working, and he returned to his original home.
At this time, Ren Ziling naturally had not woken up from her sleep.
Luo Qiu, who felt that it would take ten years to purchase words with poor provenance, directly copied the captured images to the computer, and then used photo editing software to cut several of the clearest-looking words into separate images.
Then piece it together to form a brand new picture.
The uploading place is ‘Zhihu’.
Title content: Please tell me what kind of text is in the picture.
Next, just wait for the interpretation of the enthusiastic people - if no one knows it, you can also consider the foreign Quora website.
If no one knows it yet...then try to earn more life.
Speaking of working hard to earn a living, Luo Qiu had no choice but to start reading the information about the seven financial backers brought by Black Soul 9 this time.
In theory, when issuing black cards with imprints, you should choose those who can still make a profit even with discounts.
This is not a simple process where the customer buys something and then directly sacrifices the transaction money to gain life span.
Through these transactions, Luo Qiu understood that he was also a guest of the club - just the biggest guest. And his lifespan was the only currency he held.
The purchase of transaction object information, the identification of items, or the liberation of Taiyinzi's soul from the white jade tablet, etc., can all be operated through his lifespan.
The next step is storage - things after storage lose the ability to be sacrificed. In other words, in future transactions, Luo Qiu will use his available life span to replace it because he likes a certain trading gold.
Situation. Strictly speaking, this can be regarded as a consumption behavior, right?
Therefore, his lifespan is not considered as something that is worthless.
The first white card appeared in Luo Qiu's palm, then shattered and turned into photons, wrapping around his head like a mist.
Luo Qiu closed his eyes.
…
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Jiang Chu returned to the hospital early.
It is unusual for a doctor of Jiang Chu's level to arrive early in the hospital. He is in his early forties, but he is elegant and is a very famous neurosurgery surgeon.
With talent, fame, and wealth, Jiang Chu divorced his ex-wife ten years ago and is still single. Therefore, Jiang Chu is the envy of many girls in the hospital.
Jiang Chu brewed a cup of coffee and sat in front of his desk. When he was about to look at the medical records of several patients on hand, a black card with a strange golden pattern printed on it was inserted into one of the files.
