Mystic Dominator

How should I describe it...

It's like you just bought a new car, but you don't even have the license plate, and the insurance salesperson has already started calling to harass you.

Saying those two things are not related...

—Who would believe it!

Take a look at your current situation as well.

Traveling through a different world, and then using the knowledge of the earth's civilization to pass the test and get a "precious cultural relic" that also came from the earth, this in itself is a very worthwhile event.

Not to mention the previous 'Ronald', before he got this body, he realized that something was wrong around him...

Just now I felt that the test in the illusion ended too suddenly, even a little anticlimactic.

But now it seems that I probably have to withdraw this evaluation.

"Okay, accept the identity."

"Anyway, I need another change of clothes."

Talking about it, Yang Siming came to the closet with some familiarity, and took out the set of clothes that had been 'worn' from the closet according to his previous memory. Everything was exactly the same as in the illusion.

He changed his clothes and straightened his wrinkled collar.

Facing the full-length mirror illuminated by dim candle light, Yang Siming nodded in satisfaction.

"Now......"

"I am Ronald Adler."

"By the way, it's still a jazz."

Honestly, he wouldn't mind changing his name.

Not only was he forced by the reality of survival, but in fact, as early as when he was collecting documents of the Maurya Dynasty, he had traveled to Umrad in Maharashtra, India.

At that time, the Indian guy who held power but spoke Indian English and forced to decipher his Chinese pronunciation of his name made him accept everything.

Even when he came into contact with the weirder English with a Scottish accent later, he felt that there was no problem...

Finally, move your hands and feet and confirm that you have no physical problems.

Ronald simply picked up the candlestick from the table, then pushed open the door and strode outside.

In addition to myself, there are at most two maids in this house.

One was the Veronica he had 'seen', and of course he would recognize him if he met; and if he met someone he didn't know, it would only be another maid named Marianne in the notes.

If you can't even deal with this situation, then you might as well crash yourself to death in this room.

"etc......"

Just about to leave the house.

But before the footsteps fell, Ronald stopped.

After thinking for a while, he turned back and put the notes on the desk into his pocket, and then started to explore the house.

In the dark night, time is passing.

Standing on tiptoe carefully, Ronald's footsteps landed on the wooden floor without making a sound, like a ranger holding a candle, wandering carefully in the villa.

In less than an hour, the initial inspection work was finished in silence.

The whole house was the same as what he had confirmed in the illusion before, and it was divided into three floors.

The lowest floor is fully functional. The waiting room, reception room, dining room, kitchen, and servants or guests live here. There are two locked rooms that look like warehouses, but the keys in my hands do not match. So can't confirm.

The second floor is the bedroom and study room where the owner's family lives, and there is even a special music room. However, since the Adler family has only one seedling left, Ronald, it is basically in a deserted state.

In addition, there are washrooms in the same location in the southeast corner of the first and second floors, and relatively primitive water pipes connect these facilities together to form a decent sewage facility.

As for the top three floors and the basement, there is only an empty attic and a small storage room full of sundries.

It's not a place where dirt can hide.

After all, the night is not suitable for scouting environment. The candlelight and the environment severely limit Ronald's search skills.

But even so, he already had enough information.

A villa of this scale is by no means able to be built by the current economic situation of the original owner. Although the walls and furniture are properly maintained, it is still easy to see the ancient history. Zushang Fuyu is now in ruins, and the contents of the diary are thus further confirmed.

The bookshelves in the study on the second floor are fairly substantial, but most of them are old. Both the latest yearbook and the oldest dictionary were in the same typeface as the diary Ronald read. With the help of the language general knowledge brought by the string of mysterious characters, he even briefly glanced at the contents of the books.

—actually the so-called one-hour probing activity.

It was in the study that Ronald spent the most time.

Most of the contents recorded in the books are myths, biographies, local customs, and have nothing to do with occultism or magic. The only things that can be related to this thing may be children's fairy tale books that are almost torn apart.

Ronald believed in his investigative ability very much. After all, he had used this ability to solve many problems in the past.

But based on the results of this hour's investigation, apart from himself who came through time, there was nothing in the villa related to the mysterious phenomenon, and the maids Veronica and Marianne who were supposed to be resting were also missing.

this......

It is not in line with common sense!

Even if she is down and out, this kind of maid who serves the nobles should not disappear at night, let alone it is still a rainy night.

The room where the servants lived had obvious traces of life.

Having just experienced a mysterious incident, Ronald's spirit is very sensitive now.

If he travels normally, then he can still find a reason to explain and convince himself that the maid may need to go out in a hurry.

but now......

have to be careful-

When reality becomes bizarre, it often means that there is something special behind it.

According to the clues I have collected, if I let go of my mind and speculate at will, there are too many possibilities that can lead to this situation.

Worse still, none of these assumptions is a good one.

The mind is still chaotic, and the puzzle of clues is not enough to reveal the mystery.

Faced with this situation, Ronald made his own decision in silence—go out!

Now is not the time to go back to the bedroom and sleep with your head covered, and play psychological warfare with people at dawn the next day.

In any case, I have to hurry up to get more information and maximize the probability of my survival.

Thinking this way in his heart, Ronald has already walked towards the gate of the villa.

The location of the porch has rain gear, which was confirmed before.

Abandoning the metal-skeleton umbrella that is so powerful in thunderstorms, Ronald put on a plastic cloak and quietly pushed open the door of the villa.

"Plastic, it looks like..."

Muttering in his mouth, Ronald wanted to praise this era of plastic products.

After all, under this kind of productivity and consumption structure, it is definitely a good thing with a small probability that I can have a plastic cloak.

However, in the next second, the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

The reason is very simple -

As soon as he walked out of the gate of the villa, he saw the lights of the small town in the distance.

The town is brightly lit on a thunderstorm night, extremely bright.

Corresponding to it are Ronald's stiff eyes under his eyebrows and the twitching corners of his mouth.

"This, it's not interesting—"

"Which bigwig with outstanding computing power can tell me how many primitive candles should be used to light up an entire town?"

"Especially it's a bloody rainy night!"