In the sky, the orange sunset slowly falls, casting the last afterglow on the land.

Low concrete houses stand tall on the ground, and crowds of people walk awkwardly through the potholed streets.

Through the old-fashioned four-square lattice wooden window, the remnant sun dispelled a trace of darkness in the room with great difficulty, and shone on a messy desk.

On the floor next to the desk, there were scattered filthy vomit.

A young man with slightly unkempt hair sat at his desk, his bloodshot eyes revealing a thick sense of unease and panic, and he blankly scanned the various papers and books with handwriting spread out on the desk.

Messy and disorganized memories flashed through his mind.

Chen Fan, this is his current name, and it is also his name "before the crossing".

Yes, he crossed over!

Before the crossing, as a private detective who was obscure to the public, Chen Fan was mainly responsible for the search for lost carbon-based lifeforms.

In layman's terms, it is to find lost kittens and puppies for some families with plenty of money.

Of course, with a good reputation, he can occasionally receive some lists to collect evidence of extramarital affairs.

At some necessary moments, he can even work part-time as a Didi driver, a treasure swiping orders, a certain slashing and a ticket grabbing for the Spring Festival......

In general, he is an ordinary person with "digital skills".

But a sudden car accident completely shattered Chen Fan's originally quiet and fulfilling life.

In the process of a chaotic and bizarre drift, his consciousness seemed to be attracted by something, and he quickly "fell" into this world.

"What the hell is this place......

Chen Fan's face was pale, his eyes were dull as he looked at the paper in front of him, and a dry and hoarse murmur came from the depths of his throat.

There was a burning sensation and a looming feeling of nausea in the stomach, and the thoughts in my mind were like a mess, and there was even a faint feeling of dizziness similar to that caused by a long period of lack of oxygen in the brain.

Perhaps it was the reason why the owner of this body had died for too long and a large number of brain cells had died, at this moment, Chen Fan did not have many memories related to the original owner in his mind, only some common-sense information related to language and interpersonal relationships remained.

He took a few hard breaths.

Driven by the desire to survive, Chen Fan endured the severe discomfort coming from all over his body, and began to look at the surrounding environment, trying to obtain some basic information from it through his professionalism.

His gaze quickly glanced around the desk in front of him, and finally settled on a small empty glass bottle.

Relying on the memory of the original master in his mind, Chen Fan quickly recognized the words on the bottle—Sleeping Spirit.

Combined with the intense discomfort on his body and a few drops of vomit at his feet, he quickly came to a simple conclusion: the original owner committed suicide by taking sleeping drugs.

At the moment when he came to the conclusion of suicide, Chen Fan subconsciously came up with various reasons for suicide in his mind.

Mental disorders? Or is it an external stimulus? Or is it the so-called genetic factor?

Either way, it won't be a good thing for him at the moment!

Chen Fan's expression changed slightly, and he looked up at the room he was in at the moment.

It was a small, cramped room, with furniture made entirely of wood, and almost no electrical equipment was visible except for a device that resembled an incandescent light bulb hanging from the ceiling overhead.

Combined with the low concrete houses outside the window, it is almost certain that the world is not technologically advanced – at least, the area where he is now located is not developed.

A large amount of loose clothes were discarded in the corners, and a rather hearty meal was placed next to the closed wooden door.

The original owner seems to have spent a lot of time in this room, and during this time, the original owner's relatives have provided him with good quality food.

It seems that the family relationship is not bad, and perhaps family factors can be ruled out as suicidal.

Chen Fan silently jotted down this clue in his heart, and at the same time turned his gaze to the side of the room.

It was a large, old-fashioned painting depicting a fairly standard female figure.

The reason why it is described as standard is because the figures in the portrait perfectly fit the golden ratio.

Because of this, the figures in the portrait exude a sense of beauty that does not belong to the world.

Combined with the sacred lines of the portrait and the involuntarily reverence that runs through his mind, he quickly came to the conclusion that it was a portrait of a goddess.

But...... The size of this idol is clearly beyond common sense - it occupies almost an entire blank wall!

Looking at the god high above the portrait, Chen Fan's expression was awe-inspiring, and the sense of crisis in his heart that had not yet dissipated became stronger and stronger.

Could it be that the world is still in the age of worship of gods?

This is absolutely terrible bad news!

In Chen Fan's impression, the era of superstitious feudal religion was not an era suitable for ordinary people!

Not to mention the oppression and cruelty of religion to ordinary people, the backward productivity and medical level alone are enough to make Chen Fan feel terrified - he doesn't want to experience those idealistic treatment methods that are no different from dancing gods when he is sick!

Thinking of all kinds of strange events that he might encounter in the future, Chen Fan's heart was even more anxious.

He licked his dry lips anxiously, then turned to try to get more information from the paper and books on his desk that were covered in twisted and crooked handwriting.

Suddenly, there was an irregular knock on the door from outside the closed wooden door, and at the same time there was a female voice with a hint of worry:

"Little Fan?"

It's the voice of the original owner's mother!

Chen Fan's expression froze, and he subconsciously held his breath while slowing down the movements in his hands.

If someone finds out that "he" attempted suicide......

Without thinking too much, it will definitely lead to a lot of unnecessary disputes, and even his identity as a traverser may be exposed!

Perhaps because she didn't hear Chen Fan's response, the female voice outside the door gradually became anxious: "You haven't been out of the room for three whole days." ”

"Tell your mom what happened?"

With the sound of eager inquiry, the handle of the wooden door began to click.

Closing the door and threatening to feel unwell?

Silent and pretending to be asleep?

Pretending to be crazy and stupid, covering up all the truth with amnesia?

Break the window and run away and become a wanderer?

After briefly ruling out a few subconscious death plans in his mind, Chen Fan quickly cleaned up the messy desk, stuffed the bottle of sleeping pills and the paper full of handwriting into the drawer, and then ......

Took the initiative to open the door and walked out!

……

"Little Fan!"

Seeing the door open, a hint of surprise burst out of Chen's mother's eyes.

She raised her hand and quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, muttering in a low voice: "It's good to come out, it's good to come out......"

As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something, stretched out her hand and dragged Chen Fan, and walked quickly towards the living room: "You haven't prayed to God for the past few days. ”

"Quick, let's go with my mother to pay homage to the statue first."

Worship the idols?

Chen Fan was stunned, and his previous conjectures about this world once again uncontrollably surfaced from his mind.

Less to say and less to make mistakes, Chen Fan silently followed the footsteps of the middle-aged woman.

The room was small, and it took only a few steps for the two of them to enter the small, dimly lit living room.

As in his room, the incandescent lamp hanging from the ceiling was already the only electrical appliance in the living room.

Perhaps sensing Chen Fan's gaze, Chen's mother stopped and looked at the incandescent light bulb that emitted a dim yellow light, folded her hands in prayer, and then showed a pious look on her face: "Thank you Lord for giving the light of the world......

Hearing this, Chen Fan's eyes became more and more strange.

Thanking the gods for a light bulb, a purely technological creation?

Isn't this style too strange?

Although he kept complaining in his heart, he "followed the customs", and in order to avoid unnecessary suspicion and disputes, Chen Fan still let go of the sense of disobedience in his heart and learned from his mother to make prayers.

Seeing Chen Fan's actions like this, a hint of joy suddenly flashed on Chen's mother's face.

"Xiao Fan, come."

Mother Chen greeted softly and walked towards the other side of the living room again.

Chen Fan stiffly stretched out his legs and kept up with his mother's footsteps.

Passing by the dining table, behind a wooden wall that acts as a partition, a statue of a god tens of centimeters high suddenly came into his eyes!

The idol stood on a sturdy wooden table, and its appearance was that of a female deity depicted in the portrait he had seen in the room!

It's just that, compared with the portrait, the shape of the idol is more dignified and majestic.

At Chen Fan's side, his mother knelt on the futon in front of the statue and folded her hands again in a gesture of prayer.

Doing as the locals did, watching the "mother" behave like this, Chen Fan knelt on another futon in style.

"Xiao Fan, I don't think your recent state is quite right, is it because of becoming the Chosen One?"

"You are the chosen one by God, and God will always watch over you."

"Don't be too stressed, if you encounter any difficulties, you can talk to God, and God will definitely help you."

Mother Chen's eyes were slightly closed, and she muttered reverently.

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and quickly noticed a key piece of information in Chen's mother's mouth.

He was a Chosen One, and a Chosen One who had just been chosen.

Literally, it seems like a good status.

At least in the era of feudal superstition, the people chosen by the gods should have a good social status.

This discovery eased the uneasiness in Chen Fan's heart a little.

As for the words that God would watch over him and that God would help him...... Chen Fan naturally left it behind.

As a staunch materialist, he didn't believe in gods.

"Little Fan?" The mother on the side urged in a low voice.

Seeing that he could no longer remain silent, countless thoughts flashed through Chen Fan's mind.

Under the gaze of his mother, he moved his dry lips and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"I'm just a little confused."

"I heard that my left eye jumped for wealth and my right eye for disaster, and after becoming the Chosen One, my right eyelid kept jumping, so I ......"

As he spoke, Chen Fan exerted his extremely clumsy acting talent, and sighed softly while his eyes were gloomy.

Defeat magic with magic.

Since you talk to me about feudal superstition, then I will also use feudal superstition to fight back!

The mother didn't speak, just turned her head to look up at the idol on the wooden table.

Seeing that the confusion had passed, Chen Fan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Looking at the gods? What is the use of looking at idols?

Could it be that the idol can still speak?

Just as Chen Fan was secretly laughing in his heart, a stiff electronic synthesis voice came from the idol in front of him:

"The right eyelid flutter is an intermittent, involuntary clonic twitch of the orbicularis oculi muscle and facial nerve controlled by the brain, usually caused by excessive fatigue and is not cause for concern."

At this moment, the expression on Chen Fan's face completely froze.

it?

What the hell?!