[No...... Zizi ...... Letter...... Zizi ......】

After waking up from another nightmare, Zhao Zhou opened his eyes and was dizzy by the noise that filled his head.

The noisy and disordered murmur was very much like the murmur of electricity, but it was very manic like a fingernail scraping through frosted glass, so that Zhao Zhou really couldn't hear the message hidden behind the murmur.

Was it a wild imagination, or was someone really sending him some kind of message?

Zhao Zhou, who was sitting at the head of the bed, rubbed his forehead with his hand, and at a casual glance, the scene in the room was in full view: a ray of sunlight shone into the room through the gap in the curtains, bringing light to this room that looked like a hotel from decades ago or even earlier, with old furniture, broken wallpaper, everything showing the word old.

Obviously, his last memory was still stuck in his familiar room playing familiar games, but when he opened his eyes again, he came to a strange room, even a strange city, a strange world.

Is this still dreaming?

But it's not.

He got out of bed with a calm face, opened the window with a swipe on the floor, and suddenly the whole room became brighter, and he stood at the window, stretching his limbs, while looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, looking at the blue sea under the clear sky, as well as the towering lighthouse, the fishing boats leaving the port, a thriving scene of a seaside city port.

Why was he so calm?

Because coming to this strange world had already happened three days ago, three days of calmness was enough for him to gradually adapt, or passively accept the fact that he had inexplicably crossed over.

Of course, he didn't give up wanting to return to that former world and reunite with his parents and relatives, but unfortunately he didn't have any clue for the time being, and the only clue might be the nightmare that kept repeating in the past few days.

In that nightmare, he appears to be a passenger on a huge ship that is unfortunately attacked by a group of cultists. The spooky creatures seem to be performing some evil sacrificial ritual on the ship, eventually summoning a giant octopus monster and tearing the entire ship apart.

A story that sounds ridiculous.

However, Zhao Zhou did not dare to think that it was absurd, because in that nightmare, he had personally killed a cultist with a pistol, during which he witnessed the other party's right hand that looked like an octopus's tentacles, and finally faced the huge octopus monster......

It was an octopus larger than the ship, pitch black, with bat-like wings stretched out on its back, and a total of six blood-red eyes larger than a human on the three pairs of thick eye stalks on its head......

【The God of the Sea of Pacific.】 】

Suddenly, a thought appeared in Zhao Zhou's mind, as if it was in response to his memory, this abrupt voice startled Zhao Zhou's heart, and it took two seconds before it gradually calmed down.

"Don't make a noise, eh."

Rubbing his head, Zhao Zhou complained helplessly.

Retracting the preface, having the same nightmare for three days in a row was not the only clue, there was another clue that was the voice that appeared inexplicably in his head.

Three days ago, when Ackes' voice first sounded in his head, he felt fear like never before - who could accept that 'another voice' appeared in his head?

It took him a full fifteen minutes to regain his composure before he cautiously "touched" Ex and tried to establish communication with him.

After communication, or repeated temptations, Zhao Zhou was relieved to find that Ex was not a "complete individual", it would only passively respond to the questions generated by Zhao Zhou in his head, and did not have the ability to truly communicate - no, it should not be called "it", because Zhao Zhou was very suspicious that Ex was actually a human being, or that he was a human being, because his knowledge even included aristocratic etiquette, and even greatly enhanced Zhao Zhou's instinct in reconnaissance and early warning.

For example, before leaving this room three days ago, Zhao Zhou spent half an hour searching all corners of this room, looking for all kinds of useful clues, this ability, or experience, is not at all possessed by Zhao Zhou himself.

So far, Ex's presence has been beneficial to Zhao Zhou, and he has enabled Zhao Zhou to quickly adapt to this completely unfamiliar world.

By the way, Zhao Zhou didn't know what Ex's real name was, but out of respect for Ex's "suspected human consciousness", and for the convenience of communication, so as not to confuse the two consciousnesses and make himself a madman, he gave him a temporary name "X", that is, Ex.

Then again, who actually stuffed Ecks into his head?

Also, if Ackes was once really a "native" of the current world, what did he go through?

【…… God. 】

"Don't pick ...... it"

Zhao Zhou rubbed his forehead again.

Yes, shoehorning a stream of consciousness into another person's head, this kind of ability is probably only something that a god can do, but as a party concerned, Zhao Zhou doesn't want to have anything to do with that kind of existence at all, especially since he has also learned the famous words of the empire in the past few days: Don't believe in any trickery and existence that you don't understand.

This is obviously sending some kind of disturbing signal, right? Alonsault, the emperor who founded the empire hundreds of years ago, the hero of mankind!

However, it was a pity that Zhao Zhou suspected that he had been targeted, and even suspected that that existence was the culprit he had crossed over.

I can't afford to mess with you, God......

Holding the mood of gaining and losing, Zhao Zhou walked to the bathroom in the room, turned on the faucet, picked up a handful of water and wiped his face, then raised his head and looked at the mirror on the wall, and his appearance was also printed in the mirror, black hair and black eyes, except that his face was slightly pale and gave people a feeling of weakness, in general, it was quite good-looking.

Unfortunately, Ex had told him that this was a world of martial arts.

“…… It's okay. ”

Muttering, Zhao Zhou glanced at his left hand, there was something that looked like a metal shackle, and after looking closely, there was a green bulge about the size of a fingernail on each side of the black metal shackle lock, which was smooth to the touch, and I didn't know if it was a crystal or a gemstone.

He knew that it was psionic shackles, left behind by the local Bailey Street Police Station to guard against the threat he posed to the city.

"Tuk-tuk."

There was a knock at the door.

Zhao Zhou opened the door, and a girl with dark red hair appeared in his sight.

She is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with short dark red shoulder-length hair, her facial features are not exquisite, and she even has some freckles, but after looking at it for a long time, she doesn't think it is a flaw, and her appearance is a bit similar to the Western European girl in Zhao Zhou's impression.

"Good morning, Melissa."

Zhao Zhou smiled and said hello, and information about the girl instantly appeared in his head.

[Melissa Bales, whose young name is Missy, the only daughter of the owner of this "Sea Serpent Tail" inn, Lake Bales, was born on August 18, 186, is 17 years old this year, is suspected to be 5.3 feet tall, weighs between 95 and 105 pounds, and ...... measurements]

[Ahem, it's almost there, Ex! 】

Zhao Zhou faked two coughs to interrupt Ex.

Swear to God, he is definitely not some kind of pervert, this is just a kind of "reconnaissance" by Ex out of instinct.

Presumably, in his "lifetime" - when he was still a human being, he was engaged in a job like a detective.

"Jon?"

The girl looked at Zhao Zhou, who suddenly coughed with her fist against her mouth, and greeted with some concern: "Are you feeling unwell?" ”

"No, I'm fine."

Zhao Zhou, who temporarily suppressed his detection instinct, smiled and said, "Is there any good news?" ”

Jon Kiu, a pseudonym he gave himself based on his own name, who made the world's lingua franca "Trier" unable to accurately distinguish the difference between "Zhao" and "Zhou".

Incidentally, through his communication with Ex, Zhao Zhou has preliminarily confirmed that the "Trier" language is at least 80% similar to the English he remembers.

That's ...... It's magical!

However, Zhao Zhou did not have the energy to explore this area for the time being, because he was anxiously waiting for a piece of news.

"Hmm."

The girl nodded, and then told Zhao Zhou with a smile a good news: "...... Dad just got a call from the Bailey Street Police Station saying that your blood test has passed and they welcome you to join them. …… Congratulations, Jon. ”

"Thank you very much for your remarks."

Zhao Zhouqiang endured his excitement and thanked Melissa.

After a while, he closed the door again and clenched his fists excitedly: "Yay! ”

Three days ago, in order to confirm that he, a foreigner who had been shipwrecked in the city, would not pose a threat to the city called "Kennekots", the commissioner of the Bailey Street Police Station, Jobe Allison, brought police officer German Morris to visit him, and after asking some questions, he took a tube of his blood back for testing, and as long as the blood test passed and proved that there was no contamination in his blood, he could submit an application to the police station in Kennekots to apply to become a police officer.

Is it so exciting to apply to become a police officer?

The answer is yes, because there are not only gods in this world, but also transcendental beings.

Transcendents with magical powers!