Hitzfeld was too lazy to argue with her about this little advantage. She even twisted her body to make herself sit more comfortably.
"Ready?"
"Okay, it's up to you."
Swallowing his saliva, Hitzfeld closed his eyes and adjusted his state.
As for actively retracing the past, she was able to do it since she was able to control her left eye a little bit. But this was the first time she took the initiative to bring someone in, so she was a little nervous.
The last time she brought Xia Yibing with her to Longguo was because she had the natural magic orb to connect with her consciousness. Now that the magic orb is temporarily gone, she is not sure whether the unique connection they have newly established can allow her to do this again.
Pull off the eye mask, press on the eyeball, and you can vaguely feel it beating.
Naturally, she couldn't see anything in this state...but she could indeed feel that there was someone...
No, it should be said that a cluster of irregular and shapeless blue light condensed behind her, which was probably the woman's spiritual thoughts.
This means that it can indeed be sensed.
With the first step in place, Hitzfeld felt confident. She opened her dark gold left eye alone, her pupil locked onto the page on the table, her left hand gently pressed on it, and her right hand unconsciously clasped the woman's hand.
I could feel the fingers gradually tightening.
This further encouraged Hitzfeld, and she felt a gust of wind in the room.
There was no warning, it came suddenly.
It started out as a slight draft, then grew stronger, surrounding them - and the entire table, with the two open books rustling as her left hand let go of the pages.
This is an illusion.
The same thought arose in both of their minds at the same time.
Xia Yibing was taller than Hitzfeld and had better eyesight than her under normal circumstances, so she was the first to see the turning pages clearly and discovered that there was a faint trace of gold powder scattered among them.
what is this?
"Pollen of the gold-eating flower!?"
Hitzfeld's expression changed.
“There’s something wrong with these books… DON’T BREATHE!!”
It's already too late.
In the safest environment, no one would be alert to air problems. Xia Yibing had already taken more than one breath before she shouted out. She reacted quickly and held her breath, but soon she felt groggy and sleepiness kept rolling up.
Hitzfeld wasn't much better either. She wanted to stop the flashback but was powerless. Her body leaned limply back into the woman's arms, and they collapsed on the chair together.
Before she finally lost consciousness, she saw the characters on the pages of the book gushing out with golden light, turning into golden chains that tied them up together...
Consciousness seemed to be drawn into a whirlpool, being pulled and sunk by a mysterious force.
"Boom!"
There was a loud bang.
Hitzfeld was startled awake and quickly opened his eyes, only to find that he seemed to be in a full classroom.
The classroom was not big, and there were more than 60 people gathered. These people, including the old teacher on the podium, all looked over here, and Hitzfeld suddenly felt that the situation was absurd - they couldn't see me, could they?
Feeling something was wrong, she tried to turn her head, and found that she was still in the familiar "ghost state".
And these people were not looking at her, but at the set of tables and chairs that happened to be stacked together with her.
Strictly speaking, it was a man who fell asleep on the table.
"Mr. Atlans." The old teacher pounded the podium again, making a loud thumping noise. "Mr. Atlans! Hey! Wake up!"
"Oh!" The man woke up suddenly, raised his head from a large black-covered book, and the first words he said when he woke up were apology.
"I'm sorry Mr. Lu Anshi...I was too tired from working as a helper at the dock last night and didn't sleep well...I promise I won't do that next time!"
"This is your sixth guarantee." The old man on the stage seemed helpless.
"How should I put it, Atlans..."
"Mr. Lu Anshi..."
"I know your difficulties, and I also know that you are very talented in the ancient biology class. I am willing to help you like everyone else, but if you don't cherish these opportunities, no one can help you."
"Mr. Lu Anshi, I just--"
"Do you understand it?"
"...Yes, I understand."
After class, everyone left the classroom laughing, and the man also got up to pack his things, looking a little listless.
He left the classroom, and Hitzfeld deliberately kept the ghost body still, but it was soon pulled towards the man.
This is because the activity distance is limited.
The problem lies with that book?
Looking at the large book in the man's hand, Hitzfeld seemed to be thinking about something.
She recognized that this book should be one of the two books in reality, "The Truth of Evolution" and "Life: No Distinction".
As for why it appeared here, more than forty years ago, it was probably because Mr. Atlans was relatively poor and could not afford printing services. He could only find a way to get a rough draft of a large book and write the contents by hand.
Damn it, Descartes didn’t say they were originals!
With a changing expression on his face, Hitzfeld tried to feel the woman's spirit.
no response.
The petals of the gold-eating flower are ground into powder and boiled with fern root juice. Then some common chemical reagents are added to create a strong biological acid with a corrosive strength that can melt gold and corrode iron. This is how the plant got its name.
But few people know that the pollen secreted by this flower when it is about to wither is a powerful hypnotic! And it is an extremely rare material for the spirit!
Sao Ling refers to the movement of spirits, and Sao Ling material is a general term for all materials that can respond to spiritual thoughts.
Because of this characteristic, some book authors would hide some pollen of the gold-eating flower in the pages of their books. Others would not encounter any problems flipping through the book normally, but once they tried to use extraordinary means to explore whether there were any hidden secrets in the book, the pollen of the gold-eating flower would instantly explode, catching them off guard.
Mainly because I didn't expect that there would be such controlled items in Deka's bookcase...
Hitzfeld shook his head silently.
If Deka really wanted to harm them, he could just put poison in the teacups. The powder should not have been hidden by him.
This means that Xia must have been hypnotized, and the reason we couldn't find her spirit was that she didn't come in.
I was a little worried, but more of a relief.
Fortunately, it was just sleeping powder. Xia would just take a nap at most, and after waking up, he would have a headache and feel lethargic for a few hours.
But it was still too careless.
Having made up his mind to carefully check everything inside and out before using it as a medium, Hitzfeld stopped thinking about it and began to focus on the environment.
She couldn't stray too far from the book. The principle was roughly the same as the fire starter at that time - all the scenes she saw now were recorded based on this item. She couldn't explore the area beyond her field of vision. Even if she could break free and fly out, all she would see was probably a gray fog.
The owner of this book, the guy called "Atlans" by the old teacher should be the person she is looking for.
Descartes' close friend, Bricher.
Blicher was thin, even thinner than she had seen him in the perilous environment of the underwater cave.
But unlike Darent, you can tell from his broad shoulders that he has a relatively large frame. Being thin is simply due to malnutrition, that is, not eating well.
Leaving the classroom, he walked into the corridor and went downstairs, pushed open a small door, and showed Hitzfeld what Wien looked like more than 40 years ago.
Almost as bad as it gets.
The sky was overcast, and it should have been daytime, but there was no warm sunshine. In the distance, a row of chimneys could be vaguely seen emitting black fog, and the cold winter wind was mixed with light rain... Bricher had to take out a flattened hat from his thin windbreaker and put it on his forehead, revealing a few strands of his overlong brown hair.
He probably hasn't taken care of himself for a long time.
His hair was slightly longer and in a messy style...his short dark brown beard almost circled his lips.
Fortunately, he has fair skin and deep eye sockets, and actually looks somewhat decadently handsome.
Hitzfeld walked with him on the street for a while, saw him cross the street, swallow his saliva beside the sausage stand, pause briefly in front of the men's clothing store, and finally watched him walk into a doorway on the opposite corner of the street.
The doorway was the entrance to the corridor, and eight bicycles and an old sofa were piled under the corner of the first flight of stairs. These things almost blocked the intersection, and Bricher had to jump over them in a small step, go up to the second floor, and knock on the brown wooden door of 201.
The door opened quickly, and a bright, overly young smiling face appeared.
He was a young boy with yellow-green curly hair, and his facial features vaguely resembled the old Descartes.
"Brichel! Come on! I brought you some crab pies!"
"Really?"
The man was delighted at first, and his frown relaxed. "Then...thank you."
"What else do we have to say to each other?"
The boy pulled him in, helped him take off his bag and the big book in his arms, and stuffed the paper box of pies into his arms.
Bricher was really hungry, so he took the pie and ate it in big bites.
"You can't do this..."
The young man was scolding him.
"If outsiders knew that the golden seeds taken in by the sect were living like this, they would definitely suspect that the rabbi had embezzled everyone's food money."
"No way." Bricher said vaguely while chewing, "They only provide food expenses, but I want much more than that."
"Is this the reason why you used your meal money to buy equipment?" The young man shook his head.
"You can't keep doing this, Bricher."
"I have concealed it for a while, but in the final assessment... there is no need to measure. When the rabbi saw how thin you are, he knew you didn't eat well."
“…They will kick you out.”
Hitzfeld looked towards the inner room. The curtains were drawn and he couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely see a familiar outline.
It looks like... a microscope.
"I'm different from you." Bricher also shook his head.
"You are younger than I am."
"You're not that young!" the boy shouted. "Oh my god, they've been carrying the seeds since they were very young. How dare you call 16 years old young?"
"That's better than me." Brichel swallowed his food and continued to defend his behavior.
"Look, Deka...even if you can't become a gold knight in the future, you can at least become a silver rank. In short, there is hope for the future...but what about me? I'm already 26 years old this year...my frame and everything are set..."
"But the fact that the rabbi is willing to take you in means you are also talented!"
"Come on... don't tell me you can't see he was just trying to be nice - he just felt sorry for me and wanted to thank me for helping you win the fight."
"Didn't I help you win?"
"If it was just me, they wouldn't have sent out more than 200 people."
"But we also helped you settle the lawsuit - who told you to hit me in the face with a hammer!"
"..." Hitzfeld was extremely speechless listening to this.
So this is the truth?
Old Deskas, you really know how to flatter yourself...
"You know what I mean," Bricher said again.
"It's highly likely that I won't be able to become a Flint Knight... not even a Silver Knight. I have to think about my family and find a way to make up for my shortcomings during this time."
"Dida Luianshi's History of Ancient Biology." The young Desca nodded. "The top lecturer of Silver Public School comes out to earn extra money. It's rare that he is kind enough to let you audit his class for free..."
"Others are helping me!" Blicher glared at him. "I have to seize the opportunity!"
"Then don't sleep in class?"
Blicher was stunned and continued to stare at him, unable to utter a word.
"Do you think I don't know that you secretly go to work at night?"
The young Deka came up and made a face at him.
"If you need money, just tell me... I have a little savings now, so I won't let you starve."
"no!"
