The sky is still a haze that cannot be dispersed, and the noise of the street is isolated. When you return to your own space, you will feel relaxed.
He moved the instruments and books on the desk to the floor, sat back in his seat, took out Leonid's pocket watch and placed it on the table. Except that it was older, it looked no different from an ordinary pocket watch.
But he was sure.
relic.
Leonid gave him a relic. I don’t know if the museum will pursue it, but at least now I have to figure out the true purpose of the pocket watch.
Jiang Chenchuan covered his pocket watch with his hand and settled down to feel it. He could feel the power trying to touch him, seeping into his skin and integrating into his blood.
A thought came to my mind.
The flowing power was activated instantly, and the hour and minute hands on the pocket watch were still rotating, but everything around him slowed down, as if he had fallen into a still time that would extend indefinitely.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
After five seconds, the body begins to feel tired and the contact of power is no longer smooth.
He became able to move, moving slowly, like slow motion in a movie, frame by frame. This state lasted for about three seconds, and then all the effects disappeared completely, and everything returned to normal.
Only the feeling of tiredness cannot be erased.
"Time cannot be violated at will."
The watch repairman's words suddenly appeared in his mind, coupled with the knowledge he had learned before, if he overused it, his strength and stamina would be exhausted, and he would easily fall into a brief coma like Yulia.
But to be on the safe side, Jiang Chenchuan did a few more small tests and confirmed that the pocket watch can stop the user's time. In other words, in the stagnant state, the user will not be affected by external time, and the two times are separated.
Therefore, he was able to avoid the crisis of collapse and death when the illusion disintegrated. After confirming the effect, he carefully put away the pocket watch.
After getting over the fatigue caused by using the awakening power, Jiang Chenchuan took out an inconspicuous notebook from the pocket of another black windbreaker, opened a page at random, and recorded on it:
[Invitation: Participate in the secret gathering of Dawn Church (urgent)]
[Commission: New information about Lena]
After you finish writing, put down the quill and the writing on the notebook will slowly disappear.
Then, new writing will appear on it:
[Invitation: You will get 'extraordinary' clues. 】
[Entrustment: A considerable reward. 】
This is the secret that Jiang Chenchuan has always hidden, a notebook that can answer his questions, and it is also the notebook that Ivel left for him.
Sometimes, he would record the contents of the commission in his notebook, and the notebook would tell him whether he should accept the commission.
When he went to the Polnya Museum, he also brought his notebook with him, but strangely, the notebook did not respond to his questions as long as he was in the museum.
There were some doubts before, but now it seems that there is probably something in the museum that can inhibit the power of the relics.
Yes, Jiang Chenchuan, who was still thinking about it, had a clear answer when he looked at the neat handwriting in front of him.
This should be the relic that Ivel has been using.
Sequence Four [Order]
Record and answer.
As long as you wait for a while, the above answers will slowly disappear on their own and turn into a brand new and complete notebook with no trace of use. Jiang Chenchuan puts the notebook back into the drawer.
The ugly scar on his chest was reflected in the bathroom mirror. It only hurt at special moments, as if it was a reminder of something.
"Don't forget, you are not Ivel."
But damn, he actually felt nostalgic for his current life, and even felt it was extremely beautiful.
I originally planned to leave Polnia, stay away from the crowd, resume my old career, and become a lone warrior.
Now it seems that his status as a C-level member of the museum puts him in a dilemma, especially since he has come into contact with the relics and entered the world of the Awakened.
People always have something to live for.
Even for those meaningless meanings, we must work hard to live.
After taking a bath, Jiang Chenchuan prepared to tidy up and then have a good sleep. As soon as he sat down by the bed, he heard the sound of someone going upstairs. The footsteps were light and the movements were clean and neat, but Jiang Chenchuan was still keenly aware of it. .
The man stopped on the second floor. When Jiang Chenchuan thought it was a new client who came to the door, the man moved and walked in the other direction. After a while, there was a small sound of the door closing.
Is his new roommate back?
Jiang Chenchuan was a little curious, and with a neighborly attitude, he was torn between sleeping and not sleeping.
Before he finished struggling, he heard the sound of the door opening next door. The man seemed to have changed a pair of shoes and came out with something heavy in his hand, dragging it on the floor with a "squeaking" sound.
When I came to the stairs, I accidentally knocked on the handrail and made a dull collision sound. Then the sound gradually became smaller, and it seemed that I was leaving.
Jiang Chenchuan stood up, walked to the door, and opened the door.
The door of the next room was not locked, and was still ajar as before, with a gap exposed. The room was even darker than before, and it was hard to see clearly what items were placed there.
It was just the faint fishy smell in the air that made Jiang Chenchuan feel familiar. According to the movement he just heard, he must have bumped somewhere when dragging. He squatted down by the stairs and looked for it. Finally, he found an inconspicuous bulge somewhere. There, I found a touch of red.
I rubbed it lightly with my finger and it was wiped off easily.
It left marks on my hands.
It is also a more obvious trace.
blood……
It was a trace that he was all too familiar with.
It seemed like he had met an incredible new roommate.
The detective's nature was aroused at this moment. Jiang Chenchuan stood up and looked at the ajar door. It seemed that all the truth was hidden in that room.
Just as he took a step forward, he heard the sound of the door opening from downstairs. The new roommate seemed to have finished handling the heavy objects, and his steps back seemed brisk.
He quickly wiped off the redness on his fingertips and leaned against the handrail of the stairs, just in time to catch the raised gaze of his new roommate.
Jiang Chenchuan was stunned for a moment.
She had black eyes and black hair that was hard to see in Polnia. The long hair reached her waist, which highlighted her slender but just right figure. She also wore a black eyepatch on one eye, and the whole person looked a little faint. of alienation.
girl?
"Did you just move in? My name is Evel, and I live next door to you."
Unable to escape, Jiang Chenchuan could only bite the bullet and say hello.
"Early winter."
The girl replied.
As the name suggests, people are as cold as winter.
She walked up the stairs step by step, and the inexplicable sense of oppression made Jiang Chenchuan a little curious.
"People from Summerland?"
Chudong looked at him and shook her head gently. Without saying anything else, she calmly walked around Jiang Chenchuan, opened her door and walked in.
