1899, Ambarino, United States.
Although it was already May, there was no sign of spring snowmelt in the mountains of Ambarino. Instead, there was a mighty snowstorm that had never happened in a century. Even old people who have lived in this area for decades will definitely say that they have never encountered a snowstorm of this magnitude in their lives.
Perhaps it was the driving force of the blizzard, or perhaps it was because they could no longer stand the increasingly severe bitter cold in the northern mountains. Many people who originally lived in this area had moved sooner or later. After all, the warmer areas in the south were more suitable. settle. Those who still stay in such a place during this season are either unable to leave due to various reasons, or there are some reasons that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.
In the evening, Coulter Village.
This abandoned mining town has been deserted for a long time. Although a year ago today, it was still a stronghold of the notorious Skinners Brothers, but they had left here long ago before winter came. This is reasonable, after all, animals have always had a better sense of the weather than humans.
But today, there are rare visitors here.
With a "bang" sound, the narrow door of the abandoned hut was violently pushed open, and what entered the house with the strange howling wind and snow was a tall man carrying things and a long gun on his back.
This man wore a strange-looking deerskin hat, and his whole body was wrapped in a thick cashmere coat. The high collar of the coat covered his mouth and nose, and only a pair of green eyes shone with energy. As soon as the man entered the room, he put the things on his shoulders on the floor, turned around, and closed the door again with great effort. After doing this, he began to tinker with the fireplace in the house that had not been used for almost a year. After a while, the cabin was enveloped in the warm light of the fire.
As if he felt that the cold was gradually dissipated, the man also took off his hat and opened his clothes, revealing his messy long light golden hair, a tall nose, and a strong chin with stubble. Although his skin was reddish-purple and rough from the cold, his forced slovenliness in this environment, and his height of at least six feet made him look at least thirty years old, the curiosity that only belonged to a young man revealed in his eyes was in keeping with him. The mature appearance is out of place.
If they are ordinary young people who lack experience, when they finally save a small life from a snowstorm that has not happened in a hundred years and have been busy for a while to warm up their bodies, then they will immediately find someone who can help them. He lay down on his back to dispel the fatigue in his body, but this person was obviously much stronger than this kind of person, because he just took a breath and took off the backpack that he had been carrying on his shoulders. gun, and began to work on the things he had just carried.
At this time, by the light of the fire, it was possible to see that what this man carried on his back was actually a deer. The species of deer is not unusual, it is the most common white-tailed deer on this continent. This white-tailed deer looks like it has just grown up. For a deer, it is the best years of its life. Its eyes were shattered by bullets, and its blurred flesh had long been frozen solid by the terrible wind and snow. Other than that, there were no wounds on its body.
Placing the deer carcass flat in front of the fireplace, the man took out a polished hunting knife from his waist and began to work. He skinned, eviscerated, and cut up the venison with extremely skillful techniques, as if he had been a butcher before wandering in the snowfields. The sound of the cutting knife, the ticking of semi-coagulated blood, and the breathing of a man with no trace of time gradually drowned out the roar of the wind and snow outside. After a while, these sounds that covered the sound of the wind and snow disappeared and were replaced. What is most noticeable is the enticing sound of raw meat roasting on the flames, as well as the salivating sounds of people.
The night was getting darker, and the snowstorm was more violent than during the day, like a ferocious beast that had escaped from trouble, venting its anger wantonly. If these houses built in the snowfield had not withstood the test, they would have turned into pieces of wood and debris under the power of this ferocious beast.
If the world outside the door is a hell of ice and snow, then the world inside the door is a paradise of food, clothing and brightness. At this time, the long-haired man with light blond hair and green eyes was sitting in front of the fireplace with his legs bent, chewing something with relish, and concentrating on writing something with charcoal in a small book with a gray cover. The heavy boots that have been soaked by the old snow on the mountain are placed neatly near the fireplace. In their place is a piece of deerskin that is still bloody; the cashmere that looks like it can withstand the wind and snow. The coat was covering the man's body, perfectly covering his tall and thin body in its warmth.
The man wrote for a while and seemed to feel a little tired, so he put down the charcoal, brought the coffee cup not far from his hand to his lips, took a sip, and then continued to immerse himself in the sentence he was writing. It is worth noting that the text he wrote is not the universal text of this continent, but a square text similar to that from the ancient East, which looks very strange.
“May 1899, weather: blizzard
Starting today, I plan to write something every day if I can. It’s been a long time since I’ve used Chinese characters, and I feel a clear sense of strangeness when I hold the pen to write. Of course, this may also be because charcoal pens are really difficult to use. When I get to a civilized society, I will definitely buy a fountain pen. Although it stands to reason that fountain pens in this era are more backward and troublesome than the world I used to live in, they are at least much easier to use than charcoal pens.
It has been a year since I came to this world. Not much has happened in this year. After all, I just spent a year on a small farm in the ice and snow. Having said this, I can't help but want to express my gratitude to the owners of that small farm, Mr. and Mrs. Adler. If it weren't for them, I might have frozen to death in this white barren mountain a year ago. .
Although life on the Adler Ranch is boring, it is fortunately very fulfilling. With the help of Mr. Jack, the boss and teacher, I believe that I have at least become a qualified herder. However, compared to doing odd jobs on the ranch, I still prefer to hunt with Ms. Shadi in the nearby mountains. I admire Ms. Shadi’s shooting skills, and even more admire her bravery and strength. It is no exaggeration to say that they taught me how to live in this still wild country. There are certain skills that I should have when I was young. It is these skills that helped me get here alive even when I was lost in a snowstorm, and still have the strength to write this text in the language of my hometown.
As for why I came to this era of the Wild West, I still haven’t figured it out. I only remember that I was nestled in my bedroom at the time, playing the online mode of "Red Dead Redemption 2". At that time, my delivery carriage was only 0.01 spaces away from the finish line. I only needed to hold down the shift key for 0.01 seconds more and I could earn another $650. Who would have thought that there would be a sudden thunder outside and the sound of a cross would destroy my house? Everything that shone inside was blackened—maybe myself included, but I’m not sure. Anyway, when I woke up, I was lying in the house of Mr. and Mrs. Adler, and I changed into the blonde hair and green eyes I have now. I have to say that it took me a long time to adapt to the change in appearance, but I am still very satisfied with the height of this body. At least it is much better than my previous height, which was not much different from the short stature.
After I determined my location and the exact time, I started counting the days. After all, although I never paid attention to the specific month and day in online mode, I definitely remembered that the Van der Linde Gang would be in I came to Coulter Village in May 1899, so around the end of April, I said goodbye to the Adlers and prepared to go to Coulter Village in advance to wait for their arrival.
I know what happened to Mr. Jack, so I once tried to persuade them to move to a warmer place in the south. At least there, the young couple could live more comfortably, but how can I put it, Mr. Jack seems to be indifferent to this bird. Snow Mountain has some inexplicable feelings. No matter how much I tried to persuade him, he could not change his mind. As for Mrs. Adler, this legendary figure whom we dubbed the 'Valkyrie of the West' was a docile creature in front of her husband. The little kitten did not have the murderous aura and sharpness she had when she fired at the gang of skinned brothers. She had always obeyed her man's words. I had no choice but to tell them like a cuss-talking old lady before leaving that they should be careful of strangers and that if anything happened, they must give top priority to saving their lives. I didn't leave until they were tired of me talking about it. I don't know if this can save Mr. Jack's life. In many things, in the end, we can only do our best and let fate dictate.
If I use the language of the game to describe it, it would be that it was only then that I finished the cutscenes of the plot animation and really started to operate the characters by myself. But in fact, reality is far more difficult than the game. At least, you are In the game, you can open the map UI and switch to third person. There is always a small dot on your screen to help you aim. When you open the map, you can not only see where you are immediately, but also plan the route to your destination immediately. Safe route, without these assistances from the system, this game called "Red Dead Redemption 2: Redemption - Earth OL Remastered Edition" can be said to have greatly improved the immersion and authenticity, and at the same time, the difficulty has also increased exponentially. The curve skyrocketed. Not to mention that I am just a mortal now. If I don't pay attention, I will be struck down by inexplicable illnesses.
I have always had great trust in the medical level in the game. In the past, Los Santos Hospital could resurrect you with full health even if it turned into ashes as long as you had money in your account. Later, in the Great Western Hospital, no matter what the problem was, except tuberculosis, you could get a full bottle of medicine. Blood, but in the real West, people are like machines working hard without maintenance measures, and any part that goes wrong is a big problem.
Even though I was very careful, I still made a fatal mistake at the beginning - getting lost. Although the map given to me by the Adlers was very detailed, I still misjudged the direction. I had to go around in the snow-covered mountains for a long time before I found the right road. Thinking about it now, I feel like I'm so stupid. God knows how I got all the way here on two legs in the mountains. Now I can only be glad that my fate was different from that of the Moriens I found on Mount Hagen. By the way, I took his helmet with me. I remember that this thing in the game can protect against headshots. I don’t know if it’s true, but I don’t want to try it. Originally, I also wanted to bring his armor. I can go, but that thing is too heavy. In this freezing weather, no matter whether I am carrying or wearing this suit of armor, I will not escape the fate of freezing to death from exhaustion. Even so, I still feel the same in my heart. After struggling with my collecting habit, I decided to give up. I could only roughly mark the location on the map. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will go there again.
If these words of mine are fortunate enough to be seen by others, then I think readers will definitely ask me why I don’t ride a horse. All I can say is that I was indeed riding a horse when I first came out. Mr. Jack very generously lent me his own horse. This reliable chestnut Morgan horse accompanied me on a long and unjust journey. I was attacked by a pack of wolves, and the outcome was obvious. I was the only one who survived. I don't want to think about the scene where he was eaten, so let's stop the topic here.
You may be curious about this Germanic person (maybe a Nordic person, who knows, who knows, anyway, he has a lot of long-winded words in Simplified Chinese that does not belong to this era) with a charcoal pencil. I don’t know anything about it, and I’m also very confused as to why as a soul piercer, I don’t have the original memory of this body. Maybe it’s because the person himself has been dead for a long time) Who is it? Actually, to be honest, I Not sure, not to mention that I know nothing about the past of this body, even the memory of my previous life is still unclear. My current name, Brandi Munny, was given by myself. I feel that it is similar to the seven-year-old Japanese god of death. I guess I may give myself many names in the future, but I think I will just use this name as my name. My real name in this world is not bad either.
Maybe it’s been a long time since I’ve written Chinese characters, or maybe it’s been a long time since I’ve spoken normally. I wrote a little too much this time, but that’s okay, after all, I’m not just writing about today’s events. I don’t know if I can really maintain this habit. Although I am much more diligent than before, to be honest, I am still lazy in many aspects. "
After writing so many words in one breath, Brandi Munny finally stopped writing, looked at the almost bald charcoal pen in her hand, shook her head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that the next time I write a diary, I don't know what time it will be." When is it?"
The fire burned the firewood and crackled. Outside the door, the wind and snow continued, and the sobbing continued.
