Port Harrison is unpredictable, as is always the case in tropical cities, with sunny skies in the morning and torrential rain in the afternoon.

Ironically, so do the people in Port Harrison. Before he fell asleep, Ian was just a smart and shrewd child, but when he woke up, Ian was a reincarnated person who solved the mystery of the womb and retrieved the memories of his past life.

"My head hurts ......"

On the half-used wooden bed, Ian opened his eyes, his teal eyes scattered and dazed, but quickly focused on the musty wooden beams in front of him.

The July sun was supposed to be bright, but it was blocked by a thick curtain, and the room was cramped and the air was foul.

As soon as he breathed, a sharp pain came from the depths of his skull, ringing in his ears, and the slightly fishy coastal air, mixed with the smell of rotting wood, poured into his nostrils.

It felt like a motion sick person sitting for four hours, while sitting next to her was a middle-aged aunt covered in inferior perfume and with a severe fox odor, chattering into her ears.

Intense stimulation came from deep within the brain and at the same time as the perceptual nerves, and an unbearable feeling of nausea rushed up to the throat.

Ian wanted to throw up, but there was nothing in his stomach, not even sour water. His chapped lips and dry eyes were proof that he hadn't eaten or drunk for a long time, and his weak limbs and torso meant that the situation was very dangerous, and his flesh was on the verge of being on the verge of life.

But now it must be up.

- Food is okay, if you don't take in water, the body will be completely incapacitated, and if there is no one to help you at that time, I am afraid that you will really die.

Ian struggled to prop himself up from the bed.

The delicate wrists of the child made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and the pale and somewhat sickly skin made him even more uneasy.

He keenly sensed at the moment that the pain in his head was not only dizzy due to thirst, but also more from external injuries, and that there was a bandage on his head, and the dried blood scab covered the wound, and the dull concussion was the origin.

"Interesting, I was kidnapped and knocked on a stick?"

As soon as he woke up, he couldn't figure out the situation, and Ian muttered in his heart: "No, with this efficiency, it's better to go to the black auxiliary engineering AI." ”

He is an aerospace engineer at the Vacuum Propulsion Research Center of East Asia Heavy Industries, where he is responsible for the commissioning and maintenance of the third East Asian lunar exploration rocket.

In other words, it's just a tool man with the ship.

In the case of assisted maintenance AI, he generally does not need to really do hands-on maintenance, and the importance is even lower than that of the water dispenser, and he often jokes with his colleagues that he is just a number.

But going to space is a dream for Ian, who has been extremely curious since he was a child and yearns for the stars and the sea.

The water dispenser is the water dispenser, who cares!

During a routine inspection of the vent, Ian wondered if he would have the opportunity to work at the Seventh Space Machinery Industry on Mars after his training at the moon base.

The first light-speed spaceship in human history is being built there, and it would be a good idea to be a part of it.

And then he woke up here.

"No, I've been reincarnated a long time ago...... It's just that I remember it now. ”

Raise your hand and gently press it around the wound on your head.

After Ian was sure that the wound was not purulent and swollen, he couldn't help frowning slightly: "The child's brain can't bear my memory, and can only recover little by little with age, with dreams and inspirations. ”

"It wasn't until I got this hit on the head that I remembered it all."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he closed his eyes and carefully examined the memories that flowed through his mind.

- Birth.

Died in shipwreck, never met his father.

A kind and hard-working mother, but died of illness.

A young brother and a stepfather who abandoned his wife and children, and was cold and ruthless.

Like a demon, a terrifying and hateful uncle.

And finally, the uncle's head-to-head, unforgettable pain that reminded him of everything.

A soft sigh followed.

"Eight years is like a dream."

Ian opened his eyes, and in the darkness, a pair of crystal blue eyes shone like jewels.

The boy whispered calmly, "But I've woken up." ”

For reincarnations, the most difficult thing is actually to accept the memories of the past, and the two life experiences are like a turbulent torrent, which the child's weak brain simply cannot bear.

But probably because Ian is physically gifted in this life, and his brain at the age of eight can withstand his life for two lifetimes, at most, the wound on his head hurts a little.

The stick was really hard, and now Ian's head was a little drowsy, obviously a slight concussion.

"Terra Continent, Empire, Port Harrison. White people, psionics, natives and immigrants - interesting, otherworldly or otherworldly? I guess it's another world. ”

Calmly examining his current situation and extracting key words from his memory, Ian exhaled deeply, and then laughed: "An orphan from another world, with a half-crazy uncle who is a child sadist, is the beginning of hell. ”

"It doesn't matter, the problems that need to be solved are one after another, so it's interesting."

With such a smile, something went wrong, the corners of his chapped mouth were pulled, and the pain made Ian frown.

He got out of bed and slowly made his way through the cramped and dimly lit room with his weakened body, and Ian relied on his memory to find the bucket by the stone trough by the window.

After taking a big sip, moistened by water, he felt that his mind was quicker.

It was the morning, and most of the people were working, and my uncle was no exception, and it was estimated that he would not return until the evening.

Ian lifted the curtains, the light outside the window was bright, and no one walked at the entrance of the street.

The surrounding buildings are made of gray-white stone piles, rough and sturdy, and the walls are covered with white vines and creeper leaves, and the rocks under the blades have been full of cracks and vicissitudes under the sea breeze for many years.

Along the road, you can clearly see a blue sea in the distance, fishing boats coming and going, a scene of a classical coastal port town.

"The view is really nice."

Ian withdrew his gaze from the window, he lowered his head, saw his own appearance in the reflection in the water, and said in a surprised tone, "But I actually look better." ”

Judging from the appearance, even if Ian has a blackened bandage wrapped around his head, he can be called very good-looking, and even good-looking is a little beyond gender, the boy with white hair and blue eyes is still very immature, but it is enough to see the handsome and delicate in the future.

"It's already very good, and the average adjuster doesn't have this level."

Ian, who is accustomed to seeing handsome men and beautiful women, couldn't help but nod, although his appearance in this life is clean and cute, and he can be regarded as quite good in the environment of per capita genetic modification in his previous life, but the obvious malnutrition and fatigue make him look extremely haggard.

And if you look carefully, you can only find that there are many injuries on the boy's white arms, and the old and new are superimposed, and it is not clear at all.

"My uncle is really good, I'm a kid under ten years old now!"

Ian frowned slightly, he turned his head sideways, and ripped open a bit of his collar, and he could see a purple pinch mark on his collarbone and neck.

He remembered his uncle choking him by the neck and slamming himself to the ground, and the brutal beating was only caused by Ian's failure to clean the house before he went home.

- No one can clean it, this dilapidated house is starting to rot, unless it is demolished and rebuilt, it will always have that rancid smell!

complained in his heart, the boy's hair was a little long, covering the scars, Ian pulled his hair back, feeling that his neck was finally cool, and he could clearly see the size of the blue and purple marks.

"Well, that's ...... Did Uncle Cheap really want to kill me at that time? ”

His eyes were dark, staring at the water, and his hand was on his collarbone, sliding sideways and pressing down.

The pain came all the way.

Although obscured by his clothes, the boy's thin body and slender waist were covered with bruises and whipping marks of varying shades.

Every time he touched a wound, Ian replayed the corresponding memories in his mind - he was beaten for being late for drinking, he was beaten for stammering, he was beaten for holding a wood knife with his left hand, and he was beaten for stepping into the door with his right foot......

Although the wound on his head was the most serious, it was obvious that the boy was not doing well in normal times, and even being beaten was a daily routine.

"Ah......h

Finally, with his hand pressed on his lower abdomen, Ian suddenly turned pale and gasped.

The pain was so intense that he broke out in a cold sweat.

There was a rush of over-hunger, mixed with the tearing pain of overuse in the lower back and abdomen...... This is obviously the result of working too long and not getting a rest, and the dark wound is left.

"What a sin." Whispering a word of complaining, wiping away the cold sweat on his head, Ian laughed instead of being annoyed.

Abuse and oppression, beating and scolding for no reason, and even cruelty - if he hadn't woken up, maybe Ian really couldn't sleep and fell asleep.

- Just.

If that's all there is, it's nothing.

He's still alive, isn't he?

Although Ian was an engineer in his previous life, he didn't have a history course, and based on the memories of eight years in this life, in this different world, which is probably around the time of industrialization, there are countless children who have similar encounters.

Even if it's not Port Harrison, where is the apprentice not treated like this? Since they have lost their parents and are under the fence, they should bear it, at least their uncle gave their brothers a bite to eat.

You know, those child laborers who entered the factory in the pre-industrial era, God knows how many people will come out alive - the family rules of Bai Zhimin's blood relatives are really helpful, if it weren't for the fact that the uncle is a madman, the two brothers can really grow up safely.

The biggest problem is still my cheap uncle.

He's a real scumbag.

Child Ian may not have understood, but from memory, Ian could be sure that the lame man was a native underground informant, or rather a tool man who was keen to smoke a black mushroom extract native to the Bison Mountains.

This addictive natural chemical knows everything, and people who are addicted to it are equivalent to crazy, and they can't be treated as human beings, they are animals.

Therefore, there were a few days every month when his uncle, who was keen to find something to do to beat him, would huddle in his room and smoke mushrooms, enjoying drunken dreams and death, which was one of the few times Ian could catch his breath and rest in the past.

In the past, the man had no money left over in order to smoke mushrooms, and he often had to borrow money from Ian's parents.

After Ian's parents died, he had to adopt the two brothers because of the blood relationship and the white people's custom of 'blood relatives first', which not only wasted his time, but also wasted the little money he used to buy black mushroom extract to enjoy.

The clan watched, he couldn't get rid of this responsibility, plus some personal reasons, so this man was always angry and violent to Brother Ian to vent this resentment.

"Who can stand this!"

Recalling this, Ian couldn't help but complain.

Before he regained his memory, Ian, who was just a child, couldn't stand this kind of beating and scolding for no reason at all, and was afraid of his own death.

The boy even secretly hid a silver thaler coin in the corner, ready to find an opportunity to escape.

Although somewhat naïve, it is also a choice and courage.

If it were Ian now, I'm afraid he would make a similar move, at most more perfectly.

A fool would want to live under the same roof with such a madman!

It's just that that's not the real highlight.

As he pondered, Ian recalled some of the more important bits and pieces from his memory.

"Good fellows."

With a furrowed brow, Ian straightened up as he looked at the room on the other side.

It was his two-year-old brother's room.

Even if he was being abused, Ian could smile indifferently - what if a person is low enough to be violent to a child? I can only obey him because he has terminal cancer.

If you are not in a hurry, collect evidence and report it to the elders of the clan or the city guards, if the situation is critical, run away by yourself, anyway, if your uncle wants to smoke mushrooms, there will always be time for him to prepare.

He is not really a child, he is just a violent child abuser in two lives, and there are ways to deal with it, so it naturally doesn't matter.

But now.

"Indigenous...... Trade...... Young children...... Blood Sacrifice ...... Sacrifice?! ”

Ian, who recalled many details, took on anger in his tone for the first time: "This shit king eight lambs, actually fucking want to sacrifice toddlers?!" ”