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Humans: carbon-based life, intellectuals lacking individual discernment.

A body with a simple structure, almost identical to each individual, and a simple raw material. The skin of the bones and the surface determines the differences in the external performance of individuals. Human beings distinguish individuals from their outward appearances, and they are obviously even more different from each other on the inside. The stratum corneum envelops the flesh, which hides the veins and nerves. Inefficient energy conversion mode, low-end energy intake mode. It's too rudimentary for me to know where to start, and if it weren't for a ready-made soul to simulate, I might have spent much longer observing human civilization.

“Hello？ Fellow? "This particular human waved his hand in front of my eyes, and I didn't know the meaning of this action," Uncle? What are you in a daze? Am I too handsome? You've been staring at me for five minutes! ”

"No, no. Of course, you are indeed handsome. I said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Russell Gustaf, fellow countryman." ”

Handsome - handsome, handsome, a word invented by human beings to express their own aesthetics, is synonymous with ■■■■, ■■-■.

I understand the meaning of the word, and what makes it difficult for me to understand is the human division between "handsome" and "ugly". There's an old joke from a bygone era in my database: "When Westerners first set foot on the land of the East, they were amazed to find that every yellow race looked the same, and could they tell each other by smell?" It can be seen that there will be cognitive impairment between different races in the same group, not to mention the life form and their very different me.

What's more, the current self is not complete, although I have the authority to "decay" the material, but I can only use the power of the demonic path, and the essence is far away, and I can only rely on myself to understand human civilization.

“Nice to meet you！”

He said, "What's your name?" Where did it come from? My life was very boring, and it was so much fun to travel back in! What did you do before you came? How old is it? Playing games? What rank? ……”

Russell is a male human with less melanin in his skin and dark brown curls on his head. The hair is tied into a bunch, and it is a blue textile fabric. He wraps his body in a variety of fabrics made of different materials, and he likes brighter color combinations.

Okay, I remember.

Say goodbye to him and go out. I found Russell everywhere.

103

The joy of killing Laneus, the joy of avenging himself with his own hands, the pain of nostalgia for the past, and the extremely complicated feelings of meeting his fellow citizens in this moment in a foreign land, Crane did not speak for a moment.

At two o'clock in the morning, on a remote street in Beckland, under the gaslight, a remnant of the old and an outer god pretending to be a remnant of the old looked at each other. None of the officers passing by the patrol noticed it, even if they walked two meters away, as if they didn't see anything. But it's not so much that they're looking at each other, it's that Klein has temporarily stopped thinking because of the amount of information, and Edward is looking at him, waiting for Klein to speak first, so that he can prescribe the right medicine to deceive him.

The part of consciousness that had been implanted with information about "Edward Vaughn" to mimic his words and deeds spoke with great interest: "Although Russell's memories have been fully read, we still don't know anything about the old civilization. I think we can build a friendly relationship with this survivor and find an opportunity to access his memories and imitate humans as much as possible."

"I like this kid. There was the breath of death in him, a secret shelter. He's scared, he's happy, he's panicking, and he looks funny."

And the consciousness of the decaying king, who occupies eighty percent of the computation in this ocean of container thinking, but usually never shows his own character, replied to the other two percent quite coldly:

"It is extremely inefficient to explore the old civilization through human beings."

He said, "By connecting with the earth, I can gather information in an instant on all the social forms and social consciousness that humanity has so far had, including the knowledge of the old era. Rather than taking old knowledge from him, we should analyze the reasons why he was able to survive the initial awakening. By figuring out why, we can go back to the root cause and capture more remnants of the past. and further find out whether the existence of the remnants of the old days is really because of Him."

"Unlike the true Creator, Russell has been abandoned by the cause itself, and I don't feel any trace of a hidden presence bet in Him. But he should never be a soul who has just crossed time and latitude, he may be the first, but most likely not the last."

The other two said: "In short, we have reached a consensus on the matter of engaging with the other side, and the focus can be discussed in the future."

"That's right. Go ahead."

A simple internal exchange was completed, and the two parts of consciousness re-collaborated to form a human entity named Edward Vaughn. Klein just packed up his mood and emotions, and took the initiative to ask in Chinese with a little expectation: "That, hello, my name is Zhou Mingrui, may I ask who you are?" ”

"I see, you're from the same place as Russell."

The demon threw Russell as the basis for the closer relationship, and naturally exerted the influence of amplifying the other party's desire to communicate with his fellow countrymen, and took the initiative to reach out his hand: "I'm Edward Vaughn, maybe you've heard of it. It's always been my name, and it used to be. ”

Klein, who was about to shake hands with the other party, almost withdrew his hand from a spirit—of course he knew the name! Or rather, the name is as thunderous in his mind as Russell's. Abyss Angel, friend and subordinate of Russell the Great, probably the only two time-traveler predecessors in this world! It has been more than a hundred years since the death of Russell the Great, but he has not been seen since, and historians suspect that he was also quietly obliterated by the enemy in that assassination or the turmoil that followed. He occasionally sighed that although Russell was in a foreign country, he still had a companion, and occasionally calculated that the other party could obtain occult knowledge that did not cost money, but he didn't expect that he would meet it like this - the most important thing is that this is a real angel! A strong man from Sequence 2 who has gone through hundreds of years!

In some ancient records and mythology, this rank can already be called a god, both an angel and a god!

Isn't that a coincidence? Or does it have something to do with the mysterious gray mist I hold? Klein was vigilant, but his mood was still excited, and after carefully shaking hands with the other party, he couldn't wait to ask:

"How did you get into this world?"

Klein switched the language back to Rune. Because he couldn't figure out whether this foreign fellow was willing to communicate with him in Chinese, anyway, Klein would never be stupid enough to talk to this serious British angel in the loose English before he crossed!

Through...... Russell counted one case and now has a control group of his own. However, in the absence of communication, the two old remnants from the East both believe that this is a "crossing" rather than an "awakening", which is also an interesting cultural commonality. No, he was surprised when he heard my name just now, he knew me, where did he learn about it? History books? Textbook? Edward pondered with interest that, indeed, according to the memories of Russell he read, the time-traveling novel was indeed very popular in that land.

"I used to be a lover of occultism, and I came to this world one day after practicing divination with an old crystal pendulum that I bought."

"Well, I came here for some reason because I tried a transfer ritual described in a book."

Klein frowned slightly, a little puzzled and a little curious: "It's all related to the occult, is it possible to cross over as long as you do it?" Or is there a specific time? What year did you cross over? ”

Edward thought about it seriously and found that that part of the memory was too badly worn out and almost unreadable, so he gave a more valuable answer: "I can't remember, but during that time, the young people around me were complaining that "Avengers 4" was really unsatisfactory. ”

"Then the time we traveled through is still very close."

Crane breathed a sigh of relief, knowing from his diary that it was one thing, and being personally determined by another traverser was another, and he couldn't wait to ask, "How long have you been in this world?" ”

"This year happens to be the 1,400th anniversary."

“…… What? Klein thought he had misheard.

"This year happens to be the 1,400th anniversary." Edward patiently repeated, "I came at the end of the Quaternary Age, witnessed the establishment of the church system, proclaimed the beginning of the Fifth Age, and lived in the Fifth Age to this day. ”

This, this-

Klein was so surprised that he was speechless, and his first reaction was, "That's outrageous!" How is it possible for humans to live for 1,400 years?! Then I remembered that the other party was an angel, and it was not surprising that angels had a life of more than a thousand years. The other party is not even a human anymore, after all, the way is to change the race of "demons". But fourteen hundred years? Fourteen hundred years? It was a time that Klein couldn't imagine, and because it was too long to comprehend, it lost its weight and connotation, and it was just a cold number.

From Russell's diary, I learned that the time of the other party's time travel was no more than a few years different from his own, but after crossing over, it was nearly two hundred years apart. Klein was comforted by this, maybe he had spent hundreds of years here, and when he returned, he had only disappeared for a few years.

- But this senior's answer made his psychological construction collapse in an instant! He suddenly realized that he was thinking wrong!

The time traveled by this senior is very close to himself, and it should not be far from Russell's time travel, but there is a gap of 1,400 years between them. On the bright side, it may be that the speed of time between the two worlds has been further expanded, and maybe it will only be a few years for me to toss around here for a thousand years and then go back, as long as I can live for a thousand years. But if you think about it badly...... This means that the argument of time difference is simply untenable...... The time travel is just a random time, the time point cannot be estimated, maybe from the next dozens of hundreds of years, there will be another time traveler......

But why do they all happen to be concentrated in this world?

Crane's face turned pale, his breathing became rapid, and he shook his head, cutting off the thought in time, lest the only belief he had always believed be knocked down by the cold reality. He was going to ask, "Do you have any clue about going back?" After all, the other party is an angel, but when I think about it, the angel who has been in this world for 1,400 years is still here, either he hasn't found a way, or he doesn't want to go back. After all, a thousand years is too long, long enough for ordinary people to start a dozen new lives, and Klein is not sure if the other party still has nostalgia for the earth.

Moreover, He Himself had just said, "I don't remember."

Edward was a good listener, and he didn't say a word, quietly waiting for Klein to regain his composure. He watched as Crane suddenly panicked at his answer, his emotions slid from joy and necessary vigilance to trepidation, and he walked around on the edge of despair, and now he became cautious and afraid. Edward didn't know what he was thinking, as Russell never showed such a change in mood.

"I'm sorry, I just lost my temper." Klein regained his spirits and smiled reluctantly, hoping to find something interesting to talk about to get him back to shape as soon as possible, "Russell the Great mentions you many times in his diary, saying that you are a very interesting but old-fashioned person. ”

“…… I knew he must be speaking ill of me inside. ”

Edward followed Klein's words and changed his name to Russell, and he also had a slight nostalgia on the subject: "He didn't have much ability himself, so he copied the recipe every now and then for me to learn." Russell's help was limited to yelling and preemptively drinking soup in the kitchen and constantly smacking me to re-season. Several times I managed to make pasta, only to find that he had drunk all the soup. Now these dishes have become the court dishes of Intis that he promoted...... Scold. But these foods have become more and more outrageous after localization, and when I went there 30 years ago, I had cherry dumpling pudding and pineapple-stuffed xiaolongbao with fruit dumpling soup. ”

…… What is it? Klein nearly choked on his own spit.

Edward fully understood, and when he saw the name of the dish, he almost gave up thinking in addition to respecting and feeling the creativity of human beings, and decided to go to Intis to see if he had researched the latest mysterious court dishes, and sacrifice some to Russell to help him maintain his humanity.

"You're on good terms." Although the reality is a bit outrageous, imagining those scenes, Klein can't help but be a little envious.

"Yes, Russell is my best friend." When Edward finished saying this, his eyes looked away.

"But I seem to be the only one who thinks so."

The atmosphere was suddenly a little sad and heavy, Klein was a little annoyed, and wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but his mouth somehow moved faster than his brain: "Russell the Great also famously said: The taste of witches is really good!" ”

Edward thought for a second: "The witch tastes really good. ”

…… This...... I really didn't expect that...... There is such a thing...... No, it's really Russell, it's really Intis! The Great Dye Vat of Indis can pollute even the old-fashioned English gentleman...... It's terrible, you're over a thousand years old! Dumbfounded, Klein was heartbroken and decided not to contribute a penny of tourist income to Intis in the future.

TBC

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* Cross-server communication, Edward is really saying that the witch tastes good.

I'm sure you remember who the lucky victim was.

Don't look at Edward playing the role of human stumbling, in fact, the authority to obtain information about the civilization of decay itself is very useful, and when the decay is online, everyone will find that this guy is a 100% pure outer god, but the earth civilization fully understands, the kind (as long as he wants) can play memes, tell bad jokes, play games, give him a mobile phone, and he can seamlessly join the existence of human society in the old era.

He can be more like a native than a native.

As long as He wills.

Decay: Russell, sit down.

Ah, by the way, the civilization he's most interested in is the Transformers.