who I am?
Where am I?
What happened to me?
He Zheng sat next to the fire with a confused look on his face, and a classic soul question came to his mind.
He knew the answer to the first question very clearly.
He remembers who he was, and when he received a gift from his cell phone on his 18th birthday, he was happy and found something strange outside the window. When the silver white fell from the sky, he lost his will.
During this period, he seemed to have a long dream and then woke up...
Then is this a different world?
He checked his physical condition, and it seemed that he was himself, and there was no pleasant experience of the soul traveling through time.
Looking around, he could be vaguely distinguished from the drowsy night. He seemed to be in a ruin covered with weeds.
He held a cup of hot water in one hand and a piece of bread-like thing in the other hand, put it in his mouth to chew it. These were handed over to the short-haired girl - He Zheng knew that her name was Ke Wenwen - and his eyes swept over the three people who were also sitting next to the fire from time to time. The clothes on their bodies seemed a bit strange to He Zheng, sewn in leather, and they were wearing cold weapons.
And their language can be easily understood by He Zheng, but the tone is a bit strange, like some rural Mandarin mixed with it.
"What happened to you? Have you been abandoned by your companions or attacked by wild beasts? But I just checked your body and you didn't seem to be injured." Ke Wenwen squatted beside him and asked with concern, and the other two were looking at him with vigilance and scrutiny.
"I..." He Zheng opened his mouth and made a somewhat dull voice, thinking about how to explain it. Suddenly he realized something from Ke Wenwen's words. After a while, check his body... He lowered his head and saw that his clothes were torn and hung on his body like strips of cloth. He could no longer see the original style. He instinctively clamped some of his legs, looked at Ke Wenwen with resistance, and continued, "I don't remember..."
He thought it would be better to pretend to have amnesia at this time.
"Must memory?" said the boy next to the fire. He had introduced himself before, named Tian Gao, holding a strange-shaped black crossbow in his hand, and was carefully wiping it. At this moment, he continued, "Is it because he was involved in the crack? I heard that people who were involved in the crack will have a certain chance of survival, but the spirit and spiritual runes will be affected to a certain extent."
"Is that true..." He Zheng responded, thinking about the concepts of "slit flash" and "spiritual runes" in his mind. He didn't know what was going on. At this time, his head was still a little dizzy, and a tingling pain surged in his mind. Something seemed to emerge in his consciousness, making him feel a little dizzy for a moment. He quickly rubbed his head.
"Then do you remember where you came from?" Ke Wenwen asked, "Can you still remember your name?"
"I..." He Zheng shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness and tingling feeling in his mind, and thought, "My name seems to be He Zheng... But I only remember this name, and I don't remember anything else."
Memory will be supplemented according to the situation.
"It's so pitiful." Ke Wenwen sighed, "I heard that your accent should not be from Akashi City."
Akashi City...is the place they came.
"I'm going to rest." At this time, the other girl sitting next to the fire said, her voice sounded a little cold. As the fire swayed, He Zheng saw a face with obvious mixed-race characteristics, a fair face, a high nose bridge, and a head of maroon hair. Her attitude towards He Zheng has always been very cold. She was the one who treats He Zheng as a burden. Ke Wenwen introduced her name before, and her name was Aili.
As she spoke, Ellie raised a bulging bag beside her and walked into a tent next to her. It seemed that there was something valuable.
When I walked past He Zheng, something suddenly fell off the bag and landed at He Zheng's feet.
He Zheng curiously stuffed the food in his hand into his mouth, bent down and picked up the thing. The thing looked pitch black all over, like a stone carving, but it was very light to buy, with a bubble feeling, covered with cracks, but it still maintained a perfect outline and some very subtle features. Then, He Zheng was stunned for a moment when he looked at the thing.
“Huh?”
"Get it!" Ellie stretched out her hand to He Zheng with a bad voice.
He Zheng did not respond and continued to look at the things in his hand. This... seemed like an electric shaver?
The three-knife head and a razor on the back. Is this a quirky electric razor engraving work?
But is there anything necessary to exist in this thing?
Although the weight and real razor are much lighter, it is really too realistic. When He Zheng held it, he suddenly felt like using an electric razor to remove his beard...
It was at this moment that the strange razor suddenly began to collapse. He Zheng swears that he did not exert force, but it turned into debris and ashes in He Zheng's hand. In the shocked expression of He Zheng's face, the flying ashes slid from He Zheng's hand. A transparent crystal sheet the size of a square fingernail was left in the palm of his hand. A complex character with a slightly flashing light could be seen in the chip.
At the same time, a tingling pain came from He Zheng's mind again. This time he finally saw what was in his mind clearly...
He seemed to be able to see a mobile phone operating interface, and his consciousness could control the interface at will. At the same time, he also saw an app installed on the mobile phone.
The logo is a crossed magnifying glass and a pickaxe, named "Archaeologist".
This app has just been opened automatically, the interface is very simple, and the prompt message is flashing: Complete the analysis of cultural relics!
"You are an archaeologist!" Ke Wenwen suddenly said in surprise.
"What's the thing?" He Zheng asked instinctively. He was surprised by the scene in his mind, and even more surprised by Ke Wenwen's name directly.
Ellie, who was originally quite cold, had a great change in her attitude. Her beautiful face with mixed-blood characteristics showed a surprise expression. She happily took the strange chip from He Zheng's hand, and said excitedly: "You have successfully parsed this cultural relic. It's so amazing. I have never had any clues... You should be a very powerful archaeologist, right?"
“Cultural Relics…”
Electric shaver?
After a while... He Zheng suddenly realized something, and he said in a trembling voice: "Cultural relics refer to... what was the past?"
"Of course, before the catastrophe, humans developed magical civilizations and created creatures called 'machines'. When these 'machines' were affected by the original energy plane, 'petrochemical' became 'cultural relics'." Ellie explained to He Zheng with a eager look on her face, "And archaeologists can analyze cultural relics and obtain the 'primary runes' in cultural relics!"
At the end, she raised the chip in her hand. The weird characters in the chip were obviously what Ellie called the original energy rune.
But He Zheng was still confused, and he suddenly realized something.
Chapter completed!