Empty, endless emptiness, in a trance, there seemed to be silent whispers, chaotic roars, and strange whispers. Lu Ming's whole body was like a drowning person falling into the deep sea, and his thoughts were also stagnant. Everything was silent in this unknown place, at the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear.

Swish!

Lu Ming sat up suddenly from the bed, his skin was covered with the sticky feeling of cold sweat and pajamas bonding, and beads of sweat were also hanging down on his forehead. After a while of loss, he escaped from the endless silence and panic. He sighed with no idea what he felt, "It's a dream." There was a hint of gratitude between his eyebrows.

I was about to get out of bed and pour a cup of boiling water, take a shower and change my clothes. The expression on Lu Ming's face suddenly solidified, and the remaining traces of gratitude between his eyebrows were replaced by shock and worry, as if he had seen something incredible.

"What's going on? Am I sleeping at home? Where is this?"

Lu Ming suppressed the shock in his heart, forced himself to calm down and carefully examine the things around him.

On the right is a desk that looks a bit old, with some books and debris placed on it. The cold and cold white moonlight shone through the window in front of the desk and there is a scroll of a knight with poor painting skills wearing blood and armor on the wall. The layout of the house is full of exotic style. When I came to my senses, the bed under me was not the soft and comfortable Simmons at home, but a hard wooden bed with a little body ripped. He should have discovered it the moment he woke up, but he had just left the nightmare that seemed like a real one, and his thoughts were still a little dull and obscure.

On the left is a small log single wardrobe with a half-length mirror with several scratches hanging on the wardrobe. In the mirror is a short black hair, slightly dark skin, and a pretty face of Asian young man with Asian hair.

When I saw this young man, it seemed as if some switch was turned on.

Rumble.

Endless memories surged like a tide. Lu Ming's hands suddenly grabbed the quilt, and blue veins swelled up on it. The clothes that were already soaked in sweat were once again soaked in pain. It was like someone slashing at the head with steel piercing the brain.

Lu Ming bit the quilt tightly in his mouth and tried his best not to make any sound. Although he didn't know what was going on, he thought that even if it was not the best choice, he would definitely not be the worst. At least it would be much better than attracting attention from whether it was good or malicious before understanding the situation.

Under the wave of endless pain, Lu Ming's remaining reason was almost collapsed, and he let out a low roar like a wild beast. In this pain, time also became blurred, as if it had passed a moment, or so long for a lifetime, and finally, the memory was fusion.

Lu Ming collapsed on the bed in cold sweat, gasping for breath, as if he had just escaped from the dilemma of drowning, although his experience just now was much more exciting than that.

After a while, Lu Ming, who had recovered from his senses, closed his eyes and concentrated on the tremendous memories that had just flowed into his mind.

Alan Seurias, whose parents disappeared when he was a child, was later adopted by his father's biological brother, his eldest uncle. Although his eldest uncle had a son and a daughter, the eldest boy was named Arthur and the little girl was named Dinah, he also treated him as his biological child. The eldest aunt was a bitchy. When he first came in the early years, he would occasionally stab him, but his treatment was no worse than that of the two children.

The whole family has lived for so many years, and now they are as close as a family.

Lu Ming quietly explored all this, gradually understood everything about this body, and also gained some understanding of the world.

The world is extremely vast. The place where he is located is the only empire of mankind - the Dawn Empire, which is located in the north of the Darvia continent. To the south of the empire are the southern plains and hills, and an alliance of multiple principalities; to the northwest is an endless desert, uninhabited, and deadly silence; to the east, facing the sea, there are archipelagos like stars on the sea, and they are residences of many religious holy places.

This world is quite similar to the Blue Star in the previous life, around the early stage of the Second Industrial Revolution. Here, civilization and backwardness coexist, mysterious and truth danced, hundreds of tons of steam airships soared in the sky, huge steel beasts roamed the earth, churches that believe in holy light, schools that impart knowledge, hospitals that initially sprouted modern medicine, and charlatans who claim to master the grace of gods.

It's such a colorful world with flowers blooming.

However, what puzzled him was that when he came to this world or traveled through time, his body had no resistance, as if it was an empty room without anyone, which means that the original owner should have died, but he woke up in the bed at home, and his body dressed and surrounding environment did not have any fighting scenes, which means that the possibility of entering the room and killing people was ruled out.

So the question is, how did the original owner die?

It is because of the disease, which is unlikely. Although he had just integrated the memory, he could be sure that there was no record of his own physical illness in the original owner's memory. Not only did the original owner's body have no illness, but it was unexpectedly strong and strong. Although he looked handsome and handsome, and had a thin body, he was the best physical fitness among his peers since childhood. He also won countless trophys when he was studying, and the possibility of sudden diseases was extremely low.

Because of assassination? It is unlikely that. Although the original owner stepped into the dark side of the underground for some reason, at most, he was an extra-staff member. He had neither outstanding contributions nor had he destroyed any good things about any force. How could anyone have assassinated him with great help?

The most important thing is that the quiet and ink-like color that appears in memory is even quieter than the deepest night. Only when you see it from memory, you can feel the purest malice.

The joy of rebirth after death was also diluted, leaving a faint haze in my heart.

Sitting quietly on the bed thinking, thinking about the possibilities of all this, and constantly strengthening our understanding of the remaining memories in the original body.

Perhaps it is because the fusion memory is not a complete soul, but a residual memory incomplete in the body, so many things are scales and claws, incomplete.

In addition to the scenes of living with family that are too memorable and too many life scenes, you can learn more detailed information.

There is not much other knowledge and information.

But even so, he was trying his best to recall everything over and over again. After all, he came to a new and strange world, and his original body also encountered unknown means and deaths that were unknown whether it was accidental or murder.

The more you know about this world, the more likely you will not reveal any flaws, the more likely you will survive and find the murderer. Only by doing all this can you be qualified to find a way to go back.

Although he was an orphan in his previous life, he did not feel unfortunate. On the contrary, he thought that he was very lucky to have a dean and a group of friends who met a junior high school class teacher who regarded him as his descendants.

For himself, for those who love him and those who he loves deeply, he worked hard and got an entrance exam for a major university. After graduation, he got a good offer. He worked hard and went back to the orphanage to visit the dean’s grandmother during the holidays, and helped to volunteer. At the same time, he also took time to see the junior high school class teacher.

In this way, although there was no vigorous feat, he was extremely steady step by step, his career steadily rose, and he had a few close friends and friends. Except for love, everything else was fine.

But now, it was just a late sleep after working overtime, and he came to another world, how did he accept it?

His past, all his beauty, was in the past, on the small blue and white broken ball, in the country where he could complain but mumble, but outsiders said something, he had to roll up his sleeves and do it, in the province where no matter how much hardship or how many tears he had to endure, but just a hot pot and a plate of meat regenerated, in the orphanage of the dean's grandmother who was shabby but warm, with the kindness of the dean.

This is the deepest bond in his heart, and his obsession now.

No matter what the price it takes or how long it takes, as long as he is still alive, he will never give up on the idea of ​​going home.

In this way, he sat at the head of the bed, the cool and frost-like bright moonlight quietly sprinkled in the house, his eyes drooping, letting the thoughts in his mind be mixed, and his thoughts disturbed his heart.

It took him a lot of time, and even the clothes soaked in cold sweat had dried up, he restrained all his thoughts and was relieved from the panic of time travel, the confusion and pain of being unable to go home for a lifetime, and the worries about the dangers of life after traveling through time travel.

Lu Ming suddenly turned his head and looked at the worn-out body mirror placed on the left side of the wooden bed. After looking at himself in the mirror, he showed a slight smile: "Hello, Allen, please take care of him."

After reading this sentence in my heart, I went to bed silently. As for the clothes, they were already dry anyway, so just do it like this. I suffered a huge change tonight and experienced a tortured psychological process. Now I am really exhausted and I am too lazy to get up and toss. Besides, it has been so long that it will be dawn if I continue to torture, so there is no time to rest.

Alan lay quietly on the bed, perhaps because he had really consumed too much energy, and he fell asleep in a short while, but even so, the faint sorrow between his eyebrows was still difficult to dissipate.

Outside the window, the originally thick ink-like sky curtain has gradually become as thin as a veil. In the distance, where the world meets, a beautiful red is gradually rising, and the bright red like the top ruby ​​slowly renders the world.
Chapter completed!