When he came into contact with the cold doorknob of the library, Xiao Yan couldn't help but shiver, and at the same time, a sense of panic began to appear inexplicably in his heart.

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, pushed open the spring door of the library, and walked into the library.

Suddenly, Xiao Yan found that the passage under his feet was rapidly becoming transparent, and a new path emerged, just like the prehistoric world he had seen in the morning, and a new world appeared around him again.

Compared with the vigorous but murderous prehistoric world, the world that Xiao Yan set foot in this time is full of an indescribable sense of **.

The houses on both sides of the street are tall and large, but very old, and a mere look at the dilapidated appearance of the houses shows that most of the people who live here are not of the bare class, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are slums.

Most of the houses have paved floors, but the doors are tightly closed, and they look dilapidated and dilapidated, and only the upper floors are used for living, and occasionally there are some dim lights, which show some vitality.

There are also houses that are in disrepair and are about to collapse on the street, but the owners obviously have little money to repair them, so they can only simply use a few large logs to support the wall at one end and stick the other end firmly into the road.

It's just that how long this support can last depends on the point where the big wood has begun to rot.

There are also houses that have lost their topmost roofs, and the whole house is indistinguishable from the ruins, and the doors and windows on the ground are firmly nailed by heavy pine planks.

However, even these houses were not completely ownerless, and the homeless homeless people chose this place and pried open some of the thick planks nailed to the doors and windows, leaving a gap large enough for people to enter and exit, and used as a nest for these people to live in at night.

However, Xiao Yan was able to observe that some of these rough planks were very abnormal.

Judging from the crack, it was not pried open at all, but a hole that was forced out by a strong external force, if the homeless people had so much strength, they would definitely not have to wander and beg.

In fact, Xiao Yan couldn't imagine how much strength it would take to penetrate such a huge hole that could allow a person to enter and exit.

As for the pedestrians on the road, they all folded their arms, and there was no joy on their gray faces, and they were hunched over, and they walked evasively, and even if they spoke very briefly, they almost left immediately after saying hello.

As for the homeless people, they walked around the corner of the street, and the newspapers in their hands seemed to be their only treasure, and those newspapers could shelter them a little bit at night, and ensure that they could survive one cold night after another.

However, no matter who they were, when they walked through the hollows that Xiao Yan considered abnormal, they always avoided a very long distance, as if they were afraid that the big hand of the demon would appear in that hollow at any time and take them captive to hell.

Retracting his gaze, at Xiao Yan's feet, the sewers were blocked, the stench was unpleasant, and the rats were rotting one by one.

As for the living scrawny rats, they walked slowly past Xiao Yan's feet without fear, and it could be assumed that these rats did not care about death, or that these rats were too hungry to move.

Xiao Yan didn't know what this place was, the bloated skirts and old coats worn by the women on the street, and the short-cut jackets and suspender cargo pants on the men, made him easily think of the era of the Industrial Revolution.

But based on the performance of these clothes alone, it is still impossible to tell where and what era it is.

Almost instantly, this world completely replaced the real world before Xiao Yan reacted, in other words, this world that seemed to be the era of the Industrial Revolution is now the real "real world." ”

It's a chaotic change, and for any ordinary person, it's enough to panic and wonder what to do next.

However, Xiao Yan's experience since he was a child has made him have a calmness that is significantly higher than that of his peers or even adults, and while he confirms that he cannot return to the real world for the time being, he has quickly made a new judgment in his mind.

"First of all, we must be clear about what kind of world this is."

"Theoretically, the best way to understand the nature of this world is to communicate with the people of this world and observe every detail around you, only in this way can you return to the original goal, leave this world and return to reality."

"But before you can do that, you need to find a relatively safe place where you don't seem so different."

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan began to choose his own action destination.

A pit that is dry enough, has very few homeless people to live in, is safe enough, and likewise, has a good view and can observe the surrounding movements at any time, which is a prerequisite for Xiao Yan to choose his destination.

After a few minutes of observation, he came back to his senses and realized that if he continued to delay, his body might be frostbitten, and Xiao Yan finally identified a pit.

It wasn't prying open by those homeless men, but one of the anomalous pits that Xiao Yan had just observed.

It was the largest of all anomalous potholes, and the most terrifying-looking.

Not to mention pedestrians, even the wanderers are reluctant to approach this pothole, and the top of this pothole, which is the third floor of the whole house, is just right to overlook the entire neighborhood from a high vantage point.

Although it looked dangerous, Xiao Yan always felt that there seemed to be something in the room on the third floor that kept calling him, which made him finally make up his mind.

As soon as the judgment was made, Xiao Yan immediately went into action, strode through a small street, snatched a newspaper from the hand of a cowering homeless man, and then jumped into his chosen target amid the homeless man's angry scolding.

When he jumped into the doorway, the sound of the homeless chasing and scolding behind him stopped, and after that, there was the muttering of a crowd of pedestrians, nothing more than "God forbid" and the like.

Xiao Yan clearly heard that these people, along with the homeless man, spoke English, which made him feel a little calm, and English conversation and the like were not difficult for him.

He stood behind the doorway, in the foyer of a room, to be exact, and began to explore the house carefully by the dim light.

It is a fairly large house with a few steps at the entrance and a climb up the first floor.

On the left side of the ground floor is an empty porch, on the other side are two small houses, one of which, judging by the traces on the ground, should be a kitchen.

In one corner of this kitchen, there is a narrow staircase, presumably for servants, and a small tin window on the wall next to the staircase.

Just like in those movies, this window was used to lead directly to the upstairs master bedroom, and was used to deliver the owner's needs for meals and so on, but now these things have lost their meaning.

As for the other empty room, it should be regarded as a study, and there is nothing left, as empty as Xiao Yan's wallet.

The ground is unusually damp, there is no sign of habitation, and it looks like the owner of the room has been away from the house for a long time.

There was a staircase leading to the second floor in the porch, and the wooden staircase creaked and rattled at Xiao Yan's feet, as if the next step would collapse the entire staircase.

Approaching the second floor, Xiao Yan noticed something, there was a handprint on the handrail of the staircase that was slightly dusty, as if someone had entered the house not long before that.

Xiao Yan gestured, the hand of the person who came first was very large, almost twice the palm of Xiao Yan's current hand, such a huge palm, Xiao Yan had only seen it in the tidbits of basketball players.

On the second floor, where the living room of the house is located, is divided into three rooms by half-open arches, each of which looks about the same size.

Overall, there is not much difference from what Xiao Yan expected, and his goal is still the third floor.

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