MTL - Whispering Verse-Chapter 1 dying person
"Do you remember what I said?"
Finally regaining consciousness in a trance, Xia De looked at everything in front of him with some confusion. In the last second of memory, he was helping his friend with the funeral, and in the next second of memory, he came here.
It's a bedroom... definitely not a twenty-first century bedroom. The bright yellow light in the room is not very strong, and some blackened wooden floors are clean, but the walls are already a little yellowed. There was a stack of books piled up in the corner, crooked as if they were about to fall, and there were some metal jugs and photo frames on the bookshelf next to the pile of books.
Those photos were all in black and white.
In addition to oil paintings, there are two metal pipes on the wall. It can be vaguely seen that the buckle of the pipe connection has rusted, and one of the thinner pipes branched out from the desk. And the brown wooden desk is full of papers, and the drawers on both sides are half-opened, and the documents and papers inside can be seen.
On the desk, the desk lamp connected to the brass-colored pipe is still shining, and the style of the horn of the thick desk lamp is very novel—
"Huh? Not electric lights? Gas lights?"
It is difficult to tell whether it is a gas lamp by observation, but the pipes that are attached to the wall and the wall lights connected to the pipes cannot be electric lights. The warm yellow light was not bright, and it could only illuminate the desk area, but somehow it made Xia De feel warm.
Through this light, he saw the decorative oil paintings on the walls, the black and white single photos on the desk, and the newspapers unfolded in the shadow of the floor. Couldn't read anything in the newspaper, but could see letters instead of squares.
This sense of age, no matter where it is, this is no longer my hometown.
There was a rotten smell in the air, but more like a funeral home. Xia De remembers this taste, after all, just a moment ago, he was still helping his friend who passed away...
"Do you remember what I said?"
The voice sounded again, and Xia De finally woke up from his trance. The young man reacted quickly and felt that someone was grabbing his right wrist. At this moment, his consciousness and body were completely integrated, so he thought of lowering his head.
He was at the bedside of what appeared to be a nineteenth-century men's bedroom, a four-poster bed with curtains on only three sides. The bed body and the visible parts at the head of the bed all shone with a metallic color under the bedside gas lamp.
The bedside lamp was lifted by a little angel, Xia De was attracted by this exquisite shape for a moment.
The person holding his hand was the man lying on the bed. This middle-aged man, who may be the owner of the bedroom, is wearing dark checked pajamas, and everything except his head and right hand is hidden under the quilt.
The obvious Caucasian face, but the eyes are sunken, the cheeks are drooping, and the right hand holding Xia De's wrist is even more thin and frightening. It looked like a man who was about to be starved to death. Xia De even believed that once he spoke a little louder, he had to beg the man not to die.
Xia De doesn't know anything now, and needs to understand the situation from the man.
"So... this is time-traveled?"
He thought in his heart that he had a general understanding of the current situation.
Fortunately, although the man on the bed was weak, at least there were no corpse spots on his body. Otherwise, Xia De would really worry about his current situation.
"Do you remember what I said?"
The weak man on the bed asked for the third time, his brown eyes were sunken deep in his sockets, but he was staring at Xia De. Although Xia De didn't understand why he traveled here inexplicably, at least he knew that it was best to continue acting at this moment, at least understand the current situation, and then make plans for the future.
He opened his mouth to speak, only to realize that the other party was not speaking Chinese, nor any language he knew, but Xia De could understand it inexplicably. He wanted to answer in the other person's language, but opened his mouth slightly. He could understand but couldn't speak at all.
"No way? Can you understand but can't speak?"
There was a buzzing sensation in the ears for a moment, and the back was itchy due to tension. Not being able to speak the language of the inhabitants of another world was not something he could have foreseen, it was the worst possible situation.
There was a buzzing sound in his head, and Xia De immediately scolded himself in his heart for not being calm enough, and wanted to calm down the panic as soon as possible and find a countermeasure. But then he realized that the voice in his head was not caused by his nervousness at all, he understood the voice in his head, it was a woman, it was a woman talking, it was a murmuring sound:
[The sixth era, the universal calendar year 1853, summer, the day when the silver moon shines, you came to this world. You understand that you need an identity, so you have to inherit everything from this inexplicable body. Now is the first step, to prove, to prove that you can enter this world. 】
"Tie......"
The instinctive reaction is that this is the legendary system, but he immediately realizes that this is definitely not the system.
The woman's voice was unusually elegant and soothing, as if reciting a poem in a whisper, which made people intoxicated. But the language she speaks is different from Chinese and the language of the weakened man on the bed.
That language is older and more profound, like the breeze of ancient times, passing through the curtain of time, and suddenly blowing to the present. Language itself is a concrete mystery. Even if he only understands the meaning of language, Xia De seems to see the deepest darkness.
Although Shad understood the second language again, just understanding the language itself made his head buzz, and his new body's stomach also had a nauseating reaction.
This is mental oppression, and the language spoken by the voice in your head has extraordinary power in itself.
"This is the language of this world! What's in the head is not a system, it's something that exists in the body!"
Xia De made a judgment, and at the same time his pupils narrowed slightly, a more terrifying guess came out of it:
"The new world, this suspected Victorian steam age world, is a world of extraordinary and mysterious existence!"
He is not the kind of person who does not accept the status quo. Since time travel has appeared, the existence of transcendence is not completely unacceptable. It's just that the first task now is to figure out the current situation, answer the man's question, and figure out his identity.
So, Xia De tried his best to use his own language to convey information to the voice in his head:
"Whoever you are, please listen. I want to accept everything about this body, but I have no memory of this body, no language habits of this body."
[Now, you have it. 】
It was as if a brick had been forced into the Tianling Cap and stirred maliciously a few times. Shad thought it a miracle he hadn't passed out.
He didn't get the memory of his original body, but was forced into some knowledge, knowledge about "Kingdom of Delarion, the common language of humans in the Northern Kingdom". But this knowledge just exists, like a translation machine, he can't master it immediately and understand all slang, dialects, religious culture, allusions or language habits.
"Sorry sir, I'm in a bad state, can you repeat what you reminded me to remember."
Relying on this knowledge, he intermittently translated Chinese into the "Northern Human Common Language" of the other world in his mind, and then deliberately spoke it in the translator's accent. The weakened man holding Xia De's hand suddenly exerted force, UU reading www.uukanshu. com It's hard to imagine such a thin wrist with such power:
"You're still like this, your brain is not working well...well, I'll say it again..."
It seemed that the original owner of the body had a bad head, and Xia De's words did not arouse suspicion for the time being.
"Shade..."
The names are pronounced alike.
"I was going to die. I knew I was going to die three months in advance, so I chose you from among the homeless. Changed your life, gave you a new name, made you easy to read and understand some common sense. And when I died In the end, you will have everything from me, my detective agency, all my property. But you need to do one thing for me, a very simple thing—"
Although his tone was very weak, his terrifying eyes stared at Xia De like a dying lone wolf.
Xia De kept his breathing as steady as possible, but did not meet his eyes bravely. It's not that Xia De is afraid at the moment, but from the sentence just now, he has a preliminary understanding of the situation of the original owner of the body.
Therefore, at this time, he should definitely not look at the man, but should look away in fear, which is in line with the known character settings.
"Inherit my detective agency, and whatever you do with it, at least keep it open. Until three months later, September 5, 1853, when you will receive a letter to take it back Burn it, and that's the price you pay for my entire inheritance."
His hand tightly held Xia De's. Even though Xia De pretended to be struggling slightly according to his acting skills, he didn't think he could break free at all. The strength of the other party was really great:
"This is the only request that I, Sparrow Hamilton, leave the legacy to you, Shad Hamilton."
