Back to reality, Li Qing lay on the bed and breathed in the sweet air. For the first time in his life, he felt that the hard bed under him was so cute and so reassuring.
The head is still aching, it is a kind of swelling pain, as if there is something ring-shaped pushing out from the inside of the head, giving people the illusion that the world is upside down.
After a while, Li Qing sat up and raised his right hand in front of his eyes.
Looking at the still existing Feiyue in his palm, he was silent for a while, and then slapped himself heavily.
The burning pain on his face hadn't subsided yet, Li Qing's gaze focused on his palm again, and he still got the same answer, which made him have to accept this cruel reality.
Feiyue at this moment is not exactly the same as the state before "traversing".
Li Qing clearly remembers that before the "crossing" incident, a circle of tadpole-like black secret scripts appeared around the moon, but now, only a small piece of the black secret script remains in the upper right corner. The moon is compared to a round clock, so the only small piece of secret text left now is located between twelve o'clock and one o'clock.
At this moment, Li Qing suddenly discovered that the black secret text seemed to have "increased" a bit, like a vine, which grew a section from the original base and spread to the one o'clock position.
This discovery made Li Qing feel almost suffocated.
There is a voice in Li Qing's heart telling him: when the black secret texts are connected end to end again to achieve perfection, he will "travel" again and experience all the weird things just now.
What happened just now was definitely not a dream, the crisis was real, and the imminence of death was also real, but he seemed to have no choice but to passively accept the arrangement of fate.
He was a little reconciled, he wanted to save himself, he wanted to seek help, but ever since his parents passed away, Li Qing had no relatives, a helpless existence like a wandering soul.
The place where he lives is called Ningpu, which is a small county on the border of the Yugoslavia and belongs to Fuyong City.
The word "Pu" in Ningpu originally meant the confluence of rivers and tributaries. Starting from the county seat and going west for more than 200 miles, there is the vast and endless sea of cold food. The Ningpu County Maritime Safety Bureau and the Ningpu County Police Department together The report issued said that Li Qing's parents drowned in this sea, and the bones were hard to find.
Time waits for no one, beams of light shine through the window, heralding the arrival of a new day.
The black secret text in the palm increased again. Li Qing calculated that according to this speed, it would take about 72 hours for the secret text to be connected end to end to form a circle.
This may be the last 72 hours of Li Qing's life. To be precise, he still has about 69 hours left.
Li Qing got up from the bed, shook his head, and walked towards the bathroom.
This idiom is the most vivid summary of Li Qing's residence. This empty shell-like house is a place where his parents have worked hard for a lifetime to live and live. It is also the only legacy left to Li Qing by the second elder. The group of people who settled the debts came to the door, turned the house upside down, and searched away everything that could be exchanged for money.
In this case, the mirror above the sink can also be called a piece of furniture. There are many pale water stains on the mirror. Li Qing wiped it with a towel, and the image reflected in the mirror became much clearer.
Ever since the crimson moon appeared in the palm of his hand a month ago, Li Qing hadn't had a good night's sleep. The exhaustion caused by poor sleep and the depression caused by the financial constraints brought him almost to the brink of collapse.
These two things provoked Li Qing's fragile nerves all the time, making his thin face look sickly pale.
Li Qing touched his face, the outline of the bones was clearly discernible, thinking about it optimistically, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight after this month.
It is now 7 o'clock in the morning. For the low-level people who are struggling to make a living, this time is not too early.
Li Qing is not a person who just sits and waits to die. He likes to take his fate into his own hands, even if the fate seems so precarious now.
Regarding the time point and the train after crossing, based on common sense that everyone has, Li Qing has some guesses in his mind, but limited by his vision and knowledge, these guesses are extremely limited, and they are of no help to break the situation. .
So Li Qing went to a place he hadn't set foot in for 20 years—the Ningpu County Library to look up materials.
After tidying up, Li Qing took the umbrella and went out.
The rain is still falling, causing countless fine ripples in the water. No one wants to go out in such a weather and in such a world, but life forces you to do some things if you don't want to.
The building where Li Qing lives is next to a fence. Outside the fence is a piece of wasteland overgrown with weeds. I heard that this land was bought by a real estate company seven years ago. It was originally intended to be used for real estate. , but because the fifth obelisk was acquired by the Northern Federation, and the Southern Alliance planned to give up some areas to shrink the line of defense, a small border county like Ningpu was at risk of falling at any time, so the matter of building the building would naturally be let go.
It is now the year 203 of the new calendar. Since the Southern Alliance lost the competition for the fifth obelisk, it has been seven years since this ancient sacred artifact fell into the hands of the Northern Federation.
This deserted land, presumably, is also the epitome of Ningpu and even the borderland of the entire Yugoslavia, right?
The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building. This gust of wind has now blown into the homes of every family on the border of the Yugoslavia.
The gray and black clouds are like torn rags, scattered over the head of this small seaside county town on the border of the Yugoslavia.
The library didn't open until 9 o'clock. When Li Qing arrived, the door of this three-story building, which was built during the Shang Dynasty and has been in use until now, was closed.
Besides Li Qing, there was also a middle-aged man in a gray coat waiting in front of the door.
In such a situation, knowledge is undoubtedly a luxury for most people, and chasing power and profit is much more efficient than chasing true knowledge.
The fact is that the high-level attention of the Yugoslav League is also focused on the war with the Northern League and the consolidation of its own regime. They have no intention of developing people's livelihood. For example, the library in front of us was proposed to be converted into an arms a few years ago. However, with the determination of the ownership of the fifth obelisk, it is almost a foregone conclusion to give up part of the border territory, and the reconstruction has also been put on hold.
By accident, the library was preserved.
The librarian with panda eyes came late. Under his leadership, Li Qing and the man in gray entered the library one after another. The man in gray seemed to be a regular visitor here, with a clear goal, and he went straight to the second floor as soon as he entered.
Looking at the back of the man in gray, the librarian's lips moved. Li Qing was good at hearing, and after two or three steps, he could hear what he was muttering clearly.
"wack."
After the administrator cleared up the work place, Li Qing immediately stepped forward and said, "Hi, do you have any book about the twelve years of Houzhao?"
The administrator glanced at Li Qing, and replied weakly: "Go to the historical area and look for it. Go up to the second floor and turn left, and it should be there." He added a reminder: "Books cannot be damaged, and they cannot be taken away without permission. If there is damage, you must pay for it, and if you want to take it away, you must come to me to go through the formalities."
Li Qing responded, and quickly went upstairs to the place the administrator said. Most of the bookshelves with simple patterns were empty, and only a few books were placed here and there. It has reached the peak, but it's a pity that later generations cherish it carelessly, and there is dust on the shelf, and there is no smell of books in the air, only a faint smell of damp and mildew remains.
If you can't choose, you don't need to choose. Li Qing is not a scholar, so he can only choose the most authoritative one among several tomes.
In the reading area on the second floor, the man in gray was indeed there. He didn't even raise his head to Li Qing's arrival, and he didn't know whether he didn't care at all or didn't notice it at all.
Put a coin in from the slot on the table, lightly turn the switch on the lamp holder, and a light blue flame jumps out immediately, dispelling the darkness and slightly removing the musty smell. The library is extremely quiet, no matter what Whether it was the sound of Li Qing turning the pages of the book or the sound of the man in gray brushing his records, it seemed a bit out of place.
According to the catalog index, the records of the 12th year of Houzhao point to page 784.
The pages of the book were turned, and when the page was actually turned, Li Qing froze suddenly as if he had been given a body spell.
The tome of historical biography laid flat on the table, starting from page 784, the pages of the book have been pulled out into a rectangular groove, and a copper book is embedded in the groove. The cover of the copper book is engraved with the author's name and publication date. Fang, only the title of the book is missing:
"Written by Jiang Hanli, published by Shang Dynasty Ancient Relics Development and Protection Committee Publishing House"
Li Qing stared at the copper book that was inlaid in a tight fit for a while, then closed the book calmly, picked up the tome and walked downstairs.
"The borrowing time is seven days. If you don't return it by then, you will start to deduct the deposit, 5 yuan a day, until the deduction is exhausted."
Under the surprised eyes of the administrator, Li Qing went through the borrowing procedures and paid a deposit of 30 yuan with the little money he had on him, but he didn't even blink, and hurried back with the book.
At the entrance of the old alley, an old man in a security uniform guarding the gate is hiding under the pavilion reading a newspaper. At present, having the knowledge to read through newspapers and the financial resources to order newspapers, having these two conditions at the same time usually means that this person has a good reputation. family background.
But this old man surnamed Ge is unusual among thousands of "usual". Disposable for the general public after reading it, they have long lost the timeliness that major newspaper publishers rely on for their livelihood.
"Xiao Li, hey, why is your complexion so bad today?" Old man Ge raised his head immediately when he heard the movement, the pair of glasses he was wearing fell down and rested on the bridge of his nose, but his eyes were rolling upwards, The standard posture of the elderly looking at the young.
Li Qing, who was not in the mood to chat for the time being, greeted Lao Ge, and asked about the letter he hadn't sent to him for the time being. Before leaving, he asked habitually: "What did the newspaper say this time?"
Hearing this, Lao Ge immediately lowered his head, adjusted his glasses, pointed to the headline on the front page, and read aloud word by word:
"New era? Another big lie of the Northern Federation: a small magnetic needle that turns itself!"
At the end, Old Ge's head suddenly thought of something, and said: "By the way, just now, two people asked me where you live, a man and a woman, are they your relatives?"