The wind and rain in Harrison Port are unpredictable, as is always the case in cities in the tropics. It will be sunny in the morning, but it will rain heavily in the afternoon.
By contrast, the same is true for the people in Harrison Harbor. Before falling asleep, Ian was just a smart and alert child. When he woke up, Ian was already a reincarnation who solved the mystery in the womb and retrieved the memories of his previous life.
"My head hurts..."
Ian opened his eyes on a simple wooden bed that was not old. His blue eyes were scattered and confused, but they quickly focused on the wooden beams in front of him that had begun to mold.
The July sun should have been bright, but it was blocked by a thick curtain, the room was cramped, and the air was dirty.
As soon as he took a breath, he felt a sharp and piercing pain coming from the depths of his head, causing tinnitus in his ears. The slightly fishy coastal air, mixed with the slowly rotting smell of rotten wood, poured into his nose.
It felt like a car-sick person sitting on a four-hour long journey while sitting next to a middle-aged lady covered in bad perfume and suffering from severe body odor, chattering incessantly into her ears.
Severe stimulation came from the depths of the brain and the sensory nerves at the same time, and an unbearable nausea surged into his throat.
Ian wanted to vomit, but there was nothing in his stomach, not even acidic water. The chapped lips and dry eyeballs all proved that he had not eaten or drank for a long time, while the weak limbs and torso meant that the situation was very dangerous and that the body was on the verge of criticality.
But you must get up now.
——Food is okay, but if you don’t take in water, your body will completely lose its ability to move. If no one can help you then, you may really die.
Ian struggled to lift his body from the bed.
The child's slender wrists made him feel particularly uncomfortable, and the pale and sickly skin made him feel even more uneasy.
At this moment, he keenly sensed that the pain in his head, apart from the dizziness caused by thirst, was actually caused more by trauma. There was a bandage on his head, dried blood scabs covered the wound, and he felt a dull shock. It's from that origin.
"Interesting, was I kidnapped and beaten to death?"
When he just woke up, he was a little confused about the situation. Ian muttered in his heart: "No, with this efficiency, it is better to hack the auxiliary engineering AI."
His occupation is an aerospace engineer at the Vacuum Propulsion Research Center of East Asia Heavy Industries, responsible for the debugging and maintenance of the third East Asia lunar development rocket.
In other words, he is just a tool on the ship.
When there is an auxiliary maintenance AI, he generally does not need to do actual maintenance, and the level of importance is even lower than that of the water dispenser. He often teases each other with his colleagues and just makes up for it.
But going into space is a dream for Ian, who has been extremely curious since childhood and yearns for the stars and the sea.
A water dispenser is a water dispenser, who cares!
While conducting routine inspections on the nozzle, Ian was still thinking about whether he would have the opportunity to work at the Seventh Space Machinery Industry Department on Mars after further training at the lunar base.
The first light-speed spacecraft in human history is being built there. If you can participate in it, it will be truly worthy of your life.
Then he wakes up here.
"No, I have been reincarnated a long time ago...but I just remembered it now."
Raise your hand and gently press it around the wound on your head.
After Ian made sure that the wound was not suppurating and swelling, he couldn't help but frown slightly: "The child's brain cannot bear my memories. It can only be revived bit by bit with the age, through dreams and inspiration."
"It wasn't until I got hit on the head that I remembered everything."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the memories flowing in his mind.
——Birth.
His father was buried in a shipwreck and has never been seen.
A kind and hard-working mother who died young due to illness.
The young brother and the cold and heartless stepfather who abandoned his wife and children.
A devil-like, terrifying and hateful uncle.
And finally, the blow to the head from my uncle that reminded me of everything, the unforgettable pain.
This was followed by a sigh.
"Eight years have been like a dream."
Ian opened his eyes, and in the darkness, a pair of crystal blue eyes shone like gems.
The boy whispered calmly: "But I'm awake."
For the reincarnated person, the most difficult thing is to accept the memories of the past. The two life experiences are like a turbulent torrent, and the weak brains of children simply cannot bear it.
But it was probably because Ian's body was gifted in this life, and his brain at the age of eight could withstand two of his lives. At most, the wound on his head was a little painful.
The stick was really strong. Now Ian's head was a little dizzy, and he was obviously suffering from a slight concussion.
"Terra, the Empire, Port Harrison. White people, psychics, natives and immigrants - interesting, another world or another planet? I guess it's another world."
Calmly examining his current situation and extracting key words from his memory, Ian took a deep breath and then laughed: "An orphan from another world, with a half-crazy uncle who sadistically commits child abuse, it's a hell of a start. .”
"It doesn't matter. There are problems that need to be solved one after another. That's what makes it interesting."
Something went wrong when he smiled like this. The corners of his chapped mouth were pulled, and the pain made Ian frown.
He got out of bed and controlled his weak body to slowly move forward in the narrow and dark room. Ian relied on his memory to find the water bucket next to the stone trough by the window.
After taking a swig, he felt his mind was running faster due to the water.
It was now morning, and most people were working, including my uncle, who probably wouldn't come back until the evening.
Ian lifted the curtains, the light outside the window was bright, and no one was walking at the street entrance.
The surrounding buildings are made of gray-white stone strips, which are rough and solid. The walls are covered with white vines and ivy leaves. The rocks under the leaves are full of cracks and vicissitudes due to years of blowing by the sea wind.
Along the road, you can clearly see a blue sea in the distance, with fishing boats going back and forth, a scene of a classic coastal port town.
“The scenery is really nice.”
Ian looked away from the window. He lowered his head and saw his own appearance in the reflection in the water. He said in a surprised tone: "But I actually look better."
From the appearance point of view, Ian is very good-looking even though his head is covered with a bloody bandage that has turned black. He is even good-looking beyond his gender. The boy with white hair and blue eyes is still very immature, but he is still good-looking. Show the future handsomeness and elegance.
"It's pretty good. Most adjusters don't have this level."
Ian, who was used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women, couldn't help but nod. Although his appearance in this life was considered clean and cute, and in the environment of per capita genetic modification in his previous life, he could be considered quite high-class, but obvious malnutrition and fatigue made him look extremely haggard.
And when you look carefully and roll up the cuffs, you can find that there are many wounds on the boy's fair arms. The old and new injuries are superimposed, and it is impossible to calculate them clearly.
"My uncle is really good at it. I am a child under ten years old now!"
Ian frowned slightly. He turned his head and pulled open his collar. He could see purple pinch marks on his collarbone and neck.
The memory of his uncle grabbing him by the neck and slamming him to the ground came to mind, and the vicious beating was caused by Ian not cleaning the house before he came home.
——No one can clean it up. This shabby house is starting to rot. Unless it is demolished and rebuilt, there will always be that putrid smell!
He complained in his mind that the boy's hair was a bit long, covering the scar. Ian pushed his hair back, feeling that his neck was finally cool, and he could clearly see the size of the purple mark.
"Well, with this intensity...did Uncle Cheap really want to kill me at that time?"
He stared at the water with deep eyes, and placed his hand on his collarbone, sliding it down all the way.
The pain came all the way.
Although covered by clothes, the boy's thin body and slender waist were covered with bruises of varying depths and traces of whipping.
Every time he caressed a wound, the corresponding memory replayed in Ian's mind - he was beaten because he was late to buy wine, he was beaten because he stuttered when speaking, he was beaten because he held a hatchet with his left hand, he was beaten because he stepped into the door with his right foot first. beat……
Although the wound on his head was the most serious, it was obvious that the boy's daily life was not very good, and he was even beaten on a daily basis.
"ah……"
Finally, putting his hand on his lower abdomen, Ian suddenly turned pale and took a breath.
The severe pain caused him to break into a cold sweat.
There was a burst of excessive hunger, mixed with the tearing pain of overuse in the waist and abdomen... This was obviously the result of working for too long without getting any rest, leaving hidden injuries.
"What a sin." He complained softly and wiped the cold sweat from his head. Ian smiled instead of being annoyed.
Abuse and oppression, beating and scolding for no reason, even cruelty - if he hadn't woken up by himself, Ian might really have been unable to sleep and would have slept forever.
--only.
If it's just that, it's nothing.
He's still alive, isn't he?
Although Ian was an engineer in his previous life, he did not fail the history course. Based on his eight years of memory in this life, in this different world that was probably around the time of industrialization, there were countless children who suffered similar experiences.
Even if it's not Port Harrison, where are apprentices not treated like this? Since they lost their parents and had to live under someone else's roof, they had to suffer as they should. At least their uncle gave the two brothers something to eat.
You know, of those child laborers who entered the factory in the pre-industrial era, God knows how many of them came out alive - the clan rules of blood relatives of the White people were really helpful. If their uncle hadn't been a lunatic, the two brothers could have grown up safely.
The biggest problem is still my cheap uncle.
He is truly a scumbag.
The child Ian may not understand, but based on his memory, Ian can determine that the lame man is an underground informant of the local indigenous people, or a tool man who is manipulated, and is keen on smoking a black mushroom native to the Baisen Mountains. Extract.
Everyone knows about this addictive natural chemical. People who are addicted to it are crazy and cannot be treated as humans, they are animals.
Therefore, for a few days every month, his uncle, who was keen on finding trouble to beat him, would huddle in his room, smoking mushrooms and enjoying a drunken life. It was the rare time in the past when Ian could breathe and rest.
In the past, in order to smoke mushrooms, the man had no money left and often had to borrow money from Ian's parents.
After Ian's parents passed away for some reason, he had to adopt the two brothers because of blood relations and the custom of "blood relatives are the most important" among the White people. This not only wasted his time, but also wasted the little money he used to buy black mushroom extract for enjoyment. .
The tribesmen were all watching, and he couldn't shake off this responsibility, plus some personal reasons, so this man always angrily used violence against Brother Ian to vent his resentment.
"Who can stand this?"
Recalling this, Ian couldn't help but complain.
Before he regained his memory, Ian, who was still just a child, could no longer bear the beating and scolding for no reason at all, and was afraid of his own death.
The boy even secretly hid a silver thaler coin in the corner, preparing to find an opportunity to escape.
Although a bit naive, it is also a choice and courage.
If it were the current Ian, I'm afraid he would have made a similar move, at most more perfect.
Only a fool would want to live under the same roof with such a lunatic!
It's just that the real highlight isn't that.
As he pondered, Ian recalled some more important fragments from his memory.
"Good guy."
With his brows furrowed, Ian couldn't help but straighten up and looked towards the room on the other side.
That was the room of my two-year-old brother.
Even if he is being abused, Ian can smile indifferently - if a person is of such low quality that he would be violent to a child, what else can he do? I can only obey him because he has terminal cancer.
If you are not in a hurry, just collect evidence and report it to the elders of the clan or the city guards. If the situation is critical, just run away. Anyway, if your uncle wants to smoke mushrooms, there will always be time for him to prepare.
He is not a real child. He has been a violent child abuser in two lifetimes. He has many ways to deal with it, so it doesn't matter.
but now.
"Indigenous...trading...young children...blood sacrifice...sacrifice?!"
Ian, who recalled many details, sounded angry for the first time: "This piece of shit bastard actually wants to sacrifice a fucking child?!"
