Chapter 1 Open the Door

"I must not have woken up..."

When I regained consciousness, I was already standing in a... Sorry, please forgive me. As a young man who grew up under the red flag in the 21st century, it is really difficult to accurately describe the space I am in. This made Lin En, who was thinking hard, even look ferocious.

Waste recycling station? Homeless home? Slaughterhouse? A medieval wizard's test site?

Or to be more direct!

This is a garbage dump that even a beggar would despise!

"I must not have woken up." Lin En tried to breathe and repeated with a more shocked emotion.

Like a stupid goose, staring blankly at the piled books on the gray stone floor that made him angry, the poor white candles that had been overturned and flattened, and the large and shocking bright red bloodstains. And even the bloodstains could not be completely covered up, a circle of irregular and complicated mysterious characters painted on the ground with unknown paint. There is also a small handful of glowing dust in the corner of this pigsty room?

Damn! What are these things?

Do I know these things?

Just as Lin En's brain was creaking and working like a rusty brass steam engine, the memory box that had stopped working suddenly opened. The feeling of being filled up like a hangover made Lin En stagger and almost kneel directly in the garbage. Waves of strong rust smell rushed into his nose.

'The secret ceremony on the floor is a ritual recorded in the [Miao Lan language] book called [The Secret of Abundance]. It is said that it can bring a different kind of health... Damn [The Secret of Abundance]! Damn [Miao Lan language]! What the hell is that... Where is the book? Where is the book! The book is gone. If the transaction fails, the employer will investigate. The gang will increase taxes. If you don't have money, you will be kicked out! You will have no food to eat! You will starve to death! ... Calm down, calm down, Lin En, there are no taxes, no food to eat, and no starvation. I am still alive, living well...'

The two memories are like paint poured into a glass of clear water. They are unexpectedly harmonious and start a new arrangement and combination from the original unit. Lin En's teeth were trembling uncontrollably, and the fear seemed to be engraved into his bones and was releasing waves of chills towards his skull.

'My name is Lin En, a minor in the Kingdom of Albion, I have received family education, I have no faith, my father and mother disappeared after the Chamber of Commerce went bankrupt. The creditors drove me out of my home...'

After Lin En regained consciousness, he finally found a piece of news that he didn't know whether it was good or bad, that he had traveled through time.

Huh? He had traveled through time!

The paint on his hands, the ominous blood on the ground, and the mysterious mysterious symbols were all further telling Lin En that he had not only traveled through time, but also won a big prize. Without time to think about the prize, he hurriedly lowered his head to check his body.

Although the underdeveloped boy's torso was stained with a large patch of sticky, half-scabbed blood, and the well-made shirt was torn on the abdomen, there was indeed no obvious wound. Under the bright moonlight, his healthy and fair skin proudly showed the pampered life of a wealthy young master who had no worries about food and clothing two months ago.

Where did the blood come from?

Or, the wound has healed...

"I must not have woken up!" Lin En gradually lost control of his emotions, and his blood pressure slowly rose.

Haven't you figured out the true meaning of life? There is no whistling mud truck! No thunder from the sky! There is no danger! I was lying at home watching the news on the TV station Wutong, and in the blink of an eye, I came to the poor guy in the other world whose name is pronounced the same as mine. The gift of crossing over hit my head without application.

After Lin En finished masturbating, he sat down on the pile of garbage dejectedly. Well, he refused to admit that everything in this small rented room could be called furniture by the eyes of the 21st century.

He had to figure out what happened to make the scene so weird. His messy brain was jumping up and down between congestion and ischemia like a roller coaster.

Living on the streets... Joining a gang... Stealing books... [Millan]... Translating and reading... Curious and fascinated... Completing the ritual...

The last memory was that I was holding the [Secret of Plenty] and looking at the ritual array on the ground with abnormal excitement, and then it was gone, everything stopped there.

‘Wait a minute, where is the book? ’

Haven’t you eaten pork or seen pigs run? Lin En, whose hobby is reading online novels, immediately realized that the state of this unlucky guy before he was crossed over was not right. It seemed that he was controlled by the [Secret of Plenty] and was excited and fanatical about completing the secret ritual. The ancient book written in the ancient language [Millan] has a history of at least 1K years from now. The surface of the [Secret of Plenty] is papyrus that was gnawed by termites and was too hard to wipe your butt.

It automatically upgraded from garbage to garbage that killed him in Lin En’s cognitive level.

He looked at the bricks on the ground made of the books he had brought from home. The dark red blood and the faint moonlight formed an inexplicably creepy picture. It seemed that something was blowing cold air on him from behind, and the creepy feeling was crawling along the bones and fascia.

After a careful scan in this narrow room, Lin En did not find the "Secret of Abundance".

Question: Can books grow legs and run away?

Maybe it's possible. Of course, Lin En didn't know the specific answer, but the book was indeed gone. Touching his chest, he could clearly feel the strong beating of his heart, and he was still alive.

For a moment, he really didn't know what to do. Lin En felt that he should clean up the slaughter scene first, otherwise the stingy and timid landlord Mr. Boris would scream and faint the next day. He was not the gentlemen of Elba Field, who would carry smelling salts with them.

'The bucket and mop in the bathroom can be used to clean up the scene...'

Knock knock knock!

The sudden knock on the door made Lin En, who was not fully in the state, subconsciously get up and walk towards the door. Then he looked at the murder scene on his body and the ground, and felt that it was the most rational choice to find an excuse to send away the person knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

"Elba Field Patrol Team, open the door."

Elba Field, the security agency of Steam City, they directly omitted the excuse for Lin En. Without waiting for Lin En to answer, the half-closed door was pushed open with a creak, and several tall and strong policemen in uniforms carrying lanterns rushed into the small room, looking at the evil scene in bewilderment.

Sitting on the bed, Lin En's mind flashed with words such as privacy, human rights, innocence, lawyers, and the Minor Protection Act. Finally, he habitually reached out and tugged at the shirt on his body that was torn to pieces by something, and his extremely weak and pale lips opened and closed to explain.

"Gentlemen, I can explain..."

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