"First of all, we can judge that this is Japan."
Kashasha drew ghost symbols on the white paper. It had been three or four hours since he woke up.
This time was enough for him to create a vortex in the pool to distinguish the northern and southern hemispheres, and to determine the latitude and longitude through changes in sunlight.
"Secondly, it can be judged that I am not an ordinary person."
Agent, killer, undercover, police? Hmm... maybe even a researcher. Anyway, Kashasha was sure that he was not engaged in a serious profession.
He found that what he had lost was experience, not skills. Kashasha seemed to have a large bag of building blocks. Each building block was exquisitely designed, but he didn’t know what kind of castle it would be when put together——
Perhaps there once was such a castle, but it fell into ruins.
Moreover, the purpose of the building blocks also needs to be discovered by Kashasha himself.
First, the language aspect.
Kashasha spread out the "World Map" and clicked around with his hands, and then discovered that he could speak a few words in almost every country's language. And at least five languages are native-level that can be switched seamlessly.
However, when he spoke for the first time, he subconsciously used Japanese, so it is tentatively assumed that he is Japanese.
In addition, Kashasha is also familiar with detailed information such as the customs, people, transportation, landforms, and economic level of many countries.
These messy things can ensure that he can get along well even if he is randomly thrown on a certain street in a certain country - maybe except for places that are too buggy such as Africa and the North and South Poles.
After almost having a basic positioning of his identity, Kashasha began to subdivide the types of his knowledge reserves.
First, take out a piece of paper and write down the words that pop up in your mind, and then cross out weird things like lemon candy, fish, glasses, sweet instant noodles, etc. Then, just write down the rest. Words, Kashasha allowed his thoughts to expand——
——This is also very special. Kashasha found that he seemed to be unable to control the speed of his brain. His thoughts could always capture some messy details and then analyze them automatically. As he thought about them, he would go thousands of miles away. …
For example, the ingredient list of lemon candy... Although the taste of the combination of those molecular formulas should be very tempting, who knows why he has such a thing in his mind.
Divergent thinking also has the benefit of divergent thinking. Kashasha effortlessly drew a rough blueprint for his abilities:
He is proficient in philosophy and psychology, and has good literary literacy. He should be a master of firearms - although he does not have a gun cocoon on his hand. Niche subjects such as nuclear physics and astronomy are limited to common sense understanding; I know a lot about economics but am not interested in it.
Pharmacy and chemistry are pretty good. I can tell you the configuration list of certain poisons casually. Biology is not that bad, and I have quite a lot of practical experience...
Well, medicine is at a stage where you can neither know it nor know it. He knows the effects of medicines on the human body very well. He can also sew wounds, prescribe medicines and water by himself, but his deeper knowledge is limited to understanding, which is considered practice rather than theory. Be strong.
I always feel like I'm quite powerful...
"So I am indeed an agent...who in the right mind would have such a messy knowledge reserve? Hiss, maybe Kashasha is a codename?"
The more Kashasha thinks about it, the more reasonable it becomes.
"Other than that... lemon candy instant noodle glasses matching and... women's clothing skills, etc., are they personal hobbies? No, women's clothing skills should be mission requirements. I can't be curious about such things."
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It has to be said that confidence often comes from strength, and now Kashasha is calm and relaxed.
Although he may not necessarily be able to deal with emergencies, he has gained inexplicable confidence, perhaps because the sharpest knife in the kitchen is stuck at his waist.
"Map of the World" was read over and over again, and Kashasha started to turn over "Grimm's Fairy Tales". When he heard a slight sound coming from the room, he paused while flipping through the book.
Someone, Kashasha narrowed his eyes.
Sneaking seemed to be his instinct, but he was so focused that Kashasha forgot that he was also wearing a thin quilt and a strange-looking cloak hanging on both sides of his body——
Does not affect action.
He stood quietly by the door of the guest room, holding the dinner knife with his left hand after being curled up...or his right hand?
Kashasha tried it on both sides, and he seemed to be ambidextrous...
No, I digress again. The problem now is that there are uninvited guests——
Kashasha has subconsciously regarded this as his own territory, and the uninvited guest can naturally only be someone else. He simulated the other party's actions in his mind through the subtle voice of the uninvited guest:
Opening the door and putting away the key, something was placed on the shelf—maybe an umbrella to block the sun, or a walking stick. He is walking this way, his steps are slow, heavy, but steady... It sounds like his legs are not good.
Kashasha silently changed the table knife.
The man stood at the door of the guest room.
The next action was to push the door open, Kashasha calmly predicted it.
His knife hit the opponent's neck just right - using the back of the knife, because Kashasha realized through his previous prediction that the person coming might be the real owner of the house.
But he didn't intend to be too polite to the other party.
Kashasha was not an invited guest, and the sentence on the title page of "Grimm's Fairy Tales" also showed that his current amnesia was related to the other party.
Unexpectedly, the man stepped back with agility befitting his age and dodged the blow. Then counterattack faster. Kashasha actually predicted the opponent's movements. The problem is——
He was distracted again.
The uninvited guest was an old man just as Kashasha had guessed. He had gray hair, but he looked healthy and energetic, making it difficult to tell his age at a glance.
Kashasha's attention slipped partially and she couldn't help but look at the old man's appearance——
The movement was a few tenths of a second slower, and the old man snatched the knife away. The latter did not pursue the victory, but looked at him with a strange look:
"What are you doing, Kashasha?"
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The old man's "What are you doing" wasn't questioning why Kashasha attacked him, but he was wondering why Kashasha was wearing a quilt and running around barefoot, like a seven or eight-year-old kid playing a masked superman.
He took out a pair of slippers from under the bed, opened the closet, picked out a black windbreaker and ordered the gray-haired young man to put it on.
It has to be said that this development of things made Kashasha a little at a loss. He even forgot to ask the other party about his loss of memory.
The old man's expression was a bit disgusted, but there was no anger at being attacked - it seemed that Kashasha didn't want to wipe his neck, but threw the waffles he didn't want to eat at the guardian like a picky child.
He put the table knife on the table casually.
"Introduce yourself. I am your boss and guardian. You can call me 'sir'."
The gentleman said,
"I know you should be feeling confused right now, but that's no reason for you to attack me, Kashasha."
