After learning that he had traveled from the modern city to the medieval house, Su Chongcheng sat on the chair very calmly and roughly read through the diary left on the table. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

From the perspective of the narrator, the diary appears to have been written by Red, the butler of Duke Aaron Stark, Grand Duke of the North.

The northern borders of Ionia, the Stark family who control the three-dimensional city of Strasbourg, the diary of Red, the butler, and what about Strasbourg, the Gates of God, and the Holy See of Light?

After reading the diary, Su Chongcheng, who thought he could have a little understanding of the world and the original owner of this body, was completely stunned.

Well, even if the questions that were contained in my heart before have not been answered, there are now a few new questions that cannot be answered......

The previous questions need to be clarified, and these new questions must also be clarified, after all, this diary is the only clue at the moment.

According to the diary of the butler Red, he called the groom who opened the window a 'young groom', which shows that the housekeeper named Red is not young, and it is unlikely that he is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, so this body should not be Red's. ”

Su Chongcheng continued to reason, "If it's not Red, then there are only three possibilities left. ”

"The first possibility is that this body belongs to the son of the housekeeper Red. ”

"The second possibility is that this body may be a child related to Red. ”

"The third possibility is that Red may have died, and this diary happened to be picked up by the original owner of this body. ”

Using a simple enumeration method, Su Chongcheng easily listed the three possibilities separately.

These are the three most basic possibilities that have been carefully considered, and if there are no other clues to guide them, there is no way to reason about the possibility of removing the incorrect.

So, the question now is......

"In this closed room, there is so little information to be obtained. ”

Su Chongcheng shook his head, then stood up from his chair, glanced around, and finally fixed his gaze on the doorknob of the door.

Just open the door and you can walk out of this room. In search of new clues, why not get out of this warm hut and explore the way?

At this time, it is snowing heavily outside, and it is warm and comfortable inside, and getting out of this safe room undoubtedly means a greater risk.

God knows if you will be able to find your way back after you go out, and God knows if you will encounter any irresistible accidents after you go out.

It's not a good deal.

Su Chongcheng put aside the thought of going out for the time being, thought about it seriously, and finally walked towards the small staircase connecting the attic.

............

The staircase was narrow, about two and a half feet long, enough to accommodate Su Chongcheng's thin figure.

In order to leave more space for himself to move, Su Chongcheng took off his shabby coat, carefully climbed up the small stairs that were not very strong, and slowly moved towards the direction of the attic.

"Hey, there's a lot of dust in this place. ”

Climbing up to the attic, Su Chongcheng subconsciously rubbed the floor of the attic with his hand and fell a hand of dust.

The floor was covered with dust, and it was probably a long time since anyone had been here.

The fireplace on the first floor burned vigorously, but the exuberant fire did not shine into the dark attic.

There are no windows in the attic, and even the reflection of snow does not shine in.

After entering the attic, Su Chongcheng also subconsciously sniffed with his nose, well, there was a damp smell in the air, and a single fan could kick up a piece of dust, compared with the warm and bright room downstairs, it was like two worlds.

The attic is very dark, and the efficiency of finding things is relatively low, and he can't see things in the dark clearly, so Su Chongcheng can only use his hands to grope in the dark little by little.

"Hey, what did I touch? This feeling of escape...... Damn, there's a rat in this attic?"

"It's a greasy thing and it's small, about two inches long...... Hey, how can you move? Two-inch-long cockroaches?"

"This thing has a bumpy surface, it seems to have feathers, let me see, this is a rotten little sparrow?"

After a lot of effort and touching many curious little lives, Su Chongcheng finally checked all the items in the attic and moved all the items out of the attic.

Reflecting the vigorous light of the fire burning in the house, Su Chongcheng saw clearly some of the small items he had brought from the attic.

"If I'm not mistaken, these should be two pieces of coal. ”

His gaze first fell on two swarthy lumps of coal, and after drying them, he smelled them.

It's no different from regular coal.

Su Chongcheng licked his lips, threw one of them into the fire, picked up a small wooden stick he had picked up from the attic, and went to the fire, picking out the dark coal that crackled in the fire.

"It's relatively cohesive, it's smoky, huh? This coal is coking? It's coking coal?"

"There is coking coal in the attic, which can prove that human beings at this time have begun to realize the role of coal, but looking at the firewood burning in the fireplace, it shows that the main combustion material used by people now is firewood, which means that the coal production at this time is very small, and it has not been applied on a large scale. ”

"I just don't know whether the coking coal stored in the attic is intentional or unintentional, if it is intentionally stored coking coal, it means that human beings at this time have recognized the role of coking coal, and even learned the coking coal ironmaking method in the steam age. ”

Probably making a conclusion, Su Chongcheng swept another piece of coal in his hand and threw it into the fire.

Continuing to study the small items brought out of the attic, Su Chongcheng rummaged through the contents and found a small puppet that was already wet and hairy.

"It's been hidden for at least four or five years, hasn't it?"

Su Chongcheng looked at the damp little puppet and threw it aside casually, "The little puppet that is about four or five years old, judging from the age of this body, it can basically be judged that the little puppet is the toy of the original owner of this body, and it can be determined that this warm room is the home of the original owner, and the possibility of the original owner running to other people's houses is ruled out." ”

Continuing to rummage, the third thing Su Chongcheng found was an iron sheet and rivets with open holes.

"Yo, iron sheets, rivets? These things will not appear until at least the middle and late stages of the first industrial revolution, this is the age of steam?"

"But Red's diary doesn't contain any of these industrial products, and his diary contains things like the Holy See of Light...... Although I haven't passed the history, I at least know that the religious theocracy did not continue to the Industrial Revolution, but what about the arrogant attitude of the Holy See of Light in Red's diary?"

"Could it be that Red's diary was recorded a century or two ago? But that doesn't make sense, the paper of the diary is not old enough to that extent, and the paper is only a dozen years old at most......

"In more than ten years, it is not scientific to start from scratch and make iron rivets that can only be made in the later stage of the industrial revolution. ”

Su Chongcheng smacked his tongue, muttered and threw the iron rivets aside, and continued to rummage.

Just as he threw himself into the garbage heap and continued to rummage, there was a sudden 'creaking' sound of the door opening in the house.

"Young Master, what are you doing here?"

A middle-aged man's voice fell into Su Chongcheng's ears.

"Anyone?"

Su Chongcheng was slightly stunned, looked up with the voice, and saw a middle-aged man with gray temples and a Western-style hat.

This middle-aged man is not handsome, but he can afford the word 'tough guy', a scar extending from his forehead to his jaw, and at first glance it feels a bit like a godfather Vito Corleone.

He saw Su Chongcheng looking at him, so he bowed slightly and repeated the previous question, "Young Master, what are you doing here?"

Who is this guy?

Su Chongcheng was stunned, he looked at the middle-aged man blankly, was silent for a while, and asked tentatively;

"Mr. Red?"