Civilization of the Stars: I loaded the mod

Chapter 25 This bed is so hard!

After noon, under the scorching sun, Zhang Zhi dragged his tired body on the way back to the courtyard.

Today's climbing and visiting the mining area is not smooth, and there is still no good news.

He is a scholar, more specifically, a historian and archaeologist in the Iron Kingdom of Magic Star.

In today's era when academics are at their peak and scholars go to court, he is the kind of scholar who can go down to the field, and his status is actually not high.

The current predicament can be seen from the way Mingcheng officially entertained him.

The seventy to eighty-square-meter house is simple and deserted, and there are many houses, and there will be no staff to help him take care of the daily life and take care of the food.

In this way, this residence is still based on his status as a scholar, not his face.

Ming City is not like the capital of the Iron Nation, it is just a remote town on the border of the Iron Nation.

The most important thing is land. The small farm yards in the outer city are bigger than his here.

Cold, too cold!
"Oh, forget it, I'm used to it."

Zhang Zhi sighed and didn't want to get entangled in this kind of thing. He is very tired now, just looking for archaeological clues is enough to work from morning to night every day.

His head was drooping, his legs were dragging forward, and he was still trembling, his brain was still thinking inefficiently but clearly, and he was making plans indistinctly.

"Go back and sleep first, search for another month, and go back to the capital if you can't find it..."

Half a month ago, he was still a pampered scholar in Mingtie Guoshu Pavilion, relying on his professionalism as a historian, he could be said to have no worries about eating and drinking.

Until I found a handbook recording anecdotes in Shuge, which had been stored on a remote elevated shelf for an unknown amount of time.

Zhang Zhisu has always been interested in these witty things. Supplementing many historical details often requires books such as gossip and travel notes, even if they are half-truths and half-fakes.

According to the author's records, the handbook was written 201 years ago.

A mining accident was recorded 195 years ago. The local residents said that they excavated the ground and offended the gods who had been sleeping underground.

According to the author's records, the material of the artwork is unknown crystal, which is very valuable. He once proposed to buy it, but the Mingcheng people talked about it.

Relying on the charm of Qian Ge, who is close to hundreds of millions of people, the author left descriptions in the manual as 'distorted', 'horrifying', 'creepy' and 'very vivid'...

The description of the incident ended here, but Zhang Zhi had a flash of inspiration, linking the mine accident with the mysterious incident in Mingcheng deep in his memory, and the time point was nearly 200 years ago.

The interest in reading anecdotes and strange things in his free time made him sensitive to the frequent accidents of that time period name.

Of course, he doesn't really think that there are ghosts and spirits, and the Mojie scholar circle, where materialism prevails, doesn't believe it either.

After all kinds of events are linked together, he will only think that they are related to 'alien'.

As early as 300 years ago, Mojiehu Kegan dug up the existence of the "Alien" stone tablet once.

Could there actually be an alien ruin here?
Zhang Zhi thought about it at the time. Historians are his profession, but archaeologists are his hobby.

Relying on his career as a historian and teaching students, he has accumulated a lot of savings on weekdays, and he has long wanted to go out and search for some tomb remains.

With money and goals, it is self-evident what to do next.

So he came.

When I first came here, I was full of enthusiasm, as if I was doing something big, and I was very energetic in everything I did.

But this kind of good attitude didn't last long, and after half a month of searching, there was no clue, whether it was the residents near the former mining area or the Mingcheng Mansion's registry office.

Except for some folk customs that were born at that time, he didn't know much about serious things.

The wealthy family who used to own the mining area may know something, but they just say they don't understand, and they don't even bother to see him afterwards, so what can he do.

I have traveled in the direction of the mining area in the north of the city, and I have asked many residents in the west and south of the city and in the city, and only the east of the city is left...

There are basically no people living there, small plains mixed with forests, and further east is unexplored forests, except for the occupation of hunters and medicinal humans, there are few people on weekdays.

In the end, I really had no choice but to go to the collapsed mine waste at the foot of the mountain. I heard that it was a bit dangerous, so I needed to make full preparations.

Zhang Zhi kept reminiscing about this sojourn all the way, wandering through the streets and alleys, wanting to return to his residence faster.

After returning to Mingcheng City, he had lunch on the side of the road. He planned to have a good night's sleep. It may not be long since he ran around at five o'clock in the morning, but the intensity was definitely over.

It is another alley, the dirt road here is not too wide, it is a little dark and there is little wind blowing.

Go another minute!

Nap rest in no time!
Zhang Zhi cheered himself up. Everything is difficult at the beginning and even more difficult in the middle, but the fruit must be sweet. Archeology is the same as taking this journey home.

Suddenly, he who had lowered his head and moved forward, noticed a sudden ripple on the ground.

What is this?

Is it a heat wave when the weather is too hot at noon?

But it's not right, Zhang Zhi looked up at the eaves that blocked the sun, and it didn't shine directly into the alley at all.

Dazzled?

It must be... This is the only reason Zhang Zhi thought about.

I settled down and approached the place where the ripples occurred, squatting down and stroking the soil without any feeling of heat.

"It must be too tired, and my eyes are not working well."

Zhang Zhigang was about to stand up but found that his vision suddenly dimmed. Before his tired brain had time to react, he saw the ground getting closer.

I lay down, so sleepy and tired.

The bed is really hard.

No, I don't remember getting home yet.

I can't sleep, I haven't gone to bed yet... I haven't gone to bed... Forget it, let's go to bed first...

Before losing consciousness, he vaguely heard some strange voices, which he couldn't understand, but the voices were very pleasant...

"Lord Aisha, look, is this native okay..."

……

Aisha took a close look at it. She was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a wooden sign hanging around her waist. She was different from most of the people they had met on the street. There was a high probability that she had some identity and could read.

When she looked up at the face, she hesitated again, and there seemed to be some kind of... disgust in her eyes?
"Ah... looks like an intellectual, but the skin is wrinkled, is it dying? How can I fix it if I kick my legs halfway?"

In Gu Du's eyes, intelligent races will not show signs of aging, except when they are about to die, their skin will become dull and wrinkled.

At least they are all like this. Wrinkled skin is no longer supple and tender, which is a sign of dying.

If the aborigine didn't survive the experiment, or simply died on the spot when it flew back, wouldn't it be that she had to bear the title of killing the aborigines.

Bana frowned intently, and after a while, she seemed to think of something, and a smile crept onto her brow.

"Not necessarily, Lord Aisha."

"Actually, when I observed the aborigines on the street just now, I had a closer look. Many of them have wrinkles where cells lose water with age."

"I was wondering at first, but now it seems." Bana pointed to Zhang Zhi who was lying on the ground.

"The clothes are messy and dirty, the soles of the shoes are stained with mud, and the look of weakness when he walked into the alley just now proves that he has exercised a lot."

Xing Lai thoughtfully looked at the 'alien' on the soles of his feet and suddenly realized. "I understand! So Bana, judging from his physical strength, he obviously does not belong to the age of old and weak."

Aisha quickly reacted after hearing Bana's judgment. "In this way, our scientific research community's theory of non-aging before death is wrong for intelligent life?"

Her mood was a little complicated, and she suddenly found that Gu Duren's common sense might just be their wishful thinking, which was a big shock.

The scientific research community attributes Guduren's special aging phenomenon to the influence of the possible soul or psychic energy of intelligent creatures.

The other creatures on Gudu star are progressively aging. In the case that only Gudu people are different, it is easy to connect with the same unique civilization wisdom.

"It seems that those sociologists will have a headache for a while." Aisha smiled happily.

Well~ Anyway, I don’t need to think about it.

She looked at the aborigine at Xinglai's feet. He was obviously too close to Xinglai to notice the ripples just now. Fortunately, he would have an excellent deep sleep.

The kind that sleeps for a long time...

"Bana, Xinglai, put on a sack, let's go!"

"This mission is easy!"

　Thanks to [enterprise without human rights] [Humen wind] for the reward

　　Seeing your tickets every day, I am full of motivation to read other people's novels and learn writing
　　
　
(End of this chapter)