leading to the throne

Chapter 1 "His" Diary
Whoa!
The faucet was turned on and water gushed out.

Colin picked up the water and wiped his face.

The cold water gradually calmed him down.

He raised his head and looked into the mirror.

The light of the fluorescent lamp illuminates the strange face in the mirror—black hair, brown eyes, bloodshot eyes, traces of Westerners between the brows and eyes, and a slightly mixed-race delicate face that looks only in his early twenties, which is just the right age. At Mao's age, he looked haggard because of the thick dark circles under his eyes.

Colin Brett Varland.

"This is me now, the pronunciation of the first word is the same as my name."

He tried to figure out why he woke up in a different world—he had already seen the scenery outside the window, and he also read the border map in the living room in a hurry. In the original world, there was no country called Clovis Republic.

"Before the crossing, everything was as usual. The only difference is that I passed the night market after work and bought a model of the ancient city of Fengdu from a roadside stall. The stall owner even boasted that it was a one-to-one miniature restoration. Things, where can I restore them? But the workmanship is really good, the materials are full, and it’s almost as good as Bandai, but it doesn’t match the style of my cabinet of Ultras and masks. It’s a pity, I don’t know when I travel through time. Those collections will be cheaper..."

Shaking his head, he continued to recall, but what happened next was very ordinary. He took the model, ordered takeaway, went home, and opened the door...

Thinking of this, Ke Lin's face suddenly changed, and there was something unnatural behind him.

"There was someone behind me when I opened the door, tingling in the back, squirting noise, weakness..."

He seemed to be talking in his sleep, even though it was a memory, a great fear still rose in his heart, and then he woke up.

"Someone stabbed me! But why?"

An indescribable emotion grew in Ke Lin's heart, which seemed sad and relieved.

After a long silence, he let out a long breath.

"Forget it, now that you've come here, what is the truth and what's the point? Thinking about the good, if you change to another world, maybe you won't have to be as tired as in your previous life. 996 won't be popular in another world... right?"

Looking at the modern bathroom, which is less than four square meters, with a washbasin and a toilet, Colin is not so sure.

"Forget it, it's useless to think so much, let's figure out the situation of 'me' first."

He picked up the towel next to him and was about to wipe his face when he froze suddenly.

On the left wrist of his new body, he saw a long scar.The wound seemed new, but it was scarred and a little painful.

With a serious expression on his face, Colin picked up the towel, wiped it hastily twice, and quickly left the bathroom, walked through the narrow living room, returned to the bedroom, and looked at the messy bed.

He woke up on this bed half an hour ago.

He noticed the dried blood stains on the sheets, especially under the sheets, where large bloody traces could be vaguely seen, which seemed to form a pattern, but due to the seepage of blood, it was somewhat blurred, as if formed by chance.

"When I woke up, there seemed to be no blood on the bed? Since the blood had dried up, it must have been a while. Could it be that I was too flustered when I just woke up and ignored it? But in this situation, my predecessor committed suicide? Damn, completely No memory of this!"

Looking around, he didn't find any sharp weapon. Confused, Ke Lin rubbed his brows and felt a headache.

He didn't inherit too much memory from the original owner. In other words, the memory left by the original Colin Vallaan was too vague and trivial. Not to mention the recent memory, even the important nodes of his relatives and life were vague. Can't remember.

"It's too troublesome to have a unclear memory. I hope I can recover slowly in the future. Really, it's not written like this in the novel..."

He didn't flip the bed casually, but came to the head of the bed, opened the cabinet and rummaged through it, and found the living room all the way from the bedroom.

The living room is only eleven or twelve square meters, and the only window faces west, less than two meters away from the opposite red brick building. Under the window sill, there is a very narrow alley.The things in the living room are also very monotonous-an old-fashioned picture tube TV, a second-hand refrigerator half the height of a person, a folding table and two chairs, and the most valuable thing is probably the imitation leather sofa for two.On the walls are clocks, cheap portraits, maps of borders.

"Poverty is carved into almost every corner of the house!" Colin sighed.

Half an hour later, the square table in the living room was full of things.

A mobile phone, a diary, a photo album, three IDs, a few banknotes and... a pile of bills.

Colin picked up the phone first, looked at it, opened the cover, and pressed the power button, but the screen didn't turn on.

"An old-fashioned functional machine, very hard."

Putting down his phone, he opened the photo album and found only a few photos.Except for "myself", there are only four people involved - a brown-haired woman in her 50s, a blonde woman in her 20s, a teenage brown-haired girl, and a middle-aged man in his 30s. The body is somewhat similar, but with brown hair.

Those familiar faces, like four keys, made several figures emerge in Colin's vague memory——

Mother Paulina, sister Laura, brother Aymeric, and...

He looked at the blonde woman, the photo was taken in summer, the sun was shining brightly, and the woman was smiling like a flower.

"Ex-girlfriend Emily, broke up on graduation day, reality."

After the calm evaluation, Colin pulled out the photos one by one, checked the backs, and finally found a few words behind the photo of his mother Paulina.The Clovis alphabet is very similar to English, but the writer's strokes are messy, and the strokes are very long, as if they were written in a hurry.

Although Colin's memory is vague, the content of the language and characters is unexpectedly perfect, which made him recognize the meaning at once——

"Mom, I'm sorry, please forgive me—"

Behind the short sentence, there is an unspeakable sadness and heaviness.

After a while, Colin put the photo back and tried to relax himself.

"At least I don't need to be illiterate, and judging from the situation just now, I can recall relevant memories when I meet the corresponding people or things."

He no longer touches the photo album, but picks up the IDs—driver's licenses, diplomas, and work IDs, all with pictures and names on them.After reading it over and over again, I almost figured out the context.

The original Ke Lin was born in the small northern city of Melo in 1971 in the Chinese calendar. He graduated two years ago and joined Tebron Pharmaceuticals. This year is 95.

"It's kind of rewarding." He put down his ID and picked up the diary, "Writing a diary is a good habit, I hope to get more information..." After flipping through a few pages casually, his face changed slightly, and he began to read carefully .

A few minutes later, Colin put the diary back on the table, raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, and frowned, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he continued to read.

The open diary reads in sequence——

"October 1995, 10, Qing, today is number 3, what will he lose? I don't know, I can only watch."

"October 1995, 10, sunny. Today is number 5. He couldn't hold on anymore. This is not surprising. Since a week ago, his health has been deteriorating."

"October 1995, 10, Qing, today is number 11, he is unwilling to speak, but I know what this poor man has gone through, but I'm afraid he will be even more unfortunate next time."

"On October 1995, 10, it was cloudy. Mr. Teblan found me. He suggested that I rest for a few days. Yes, I need to rest."

"October 1995, 10, Yin, I returned to my post. My colleagues sent greetings. In order to take care of my emotions, I was arranged in a new office. The sofa is very soft and the paintings on the wall are exquisite. .”

The next few lines are blacked out.

"Looks like a work log."

For some reason, looking at this line-by-line record, Ke Lin felt extremely depressed, feeling suffocated.

"I used to work in a pharmaceutical company, and the content of my work was probably related to drug experiments. Although the name is a bit strange, maybe this is the style of this world? However, judging from his records, the people who participated in the experiments seem to be not very good. It's not an illegal experiment, is it? In short, it doesn't look like a serious business."

He continued to watch.

"October 1995, 10, Xiao Yu, today I helped number 25, he thanked me with a smile, and then left."

"October 1995, 10, Xiaoyu, the people I helped today are number 29 and number 00194. They are very grateful to me, but as long as I can help them, I will be satisfied."

"November 1995, 11 in the regular calendar, heavy rain, the number 29 who received help today, she seems to want to confess to me?"

"November 1995, 11, heavy rain, today I helped number 30, but his health is not good, I let him stay in my office temporarily, and send him away in a few days."

Colin gradually frowned, noticing the weirdness. Since the original Colin returned to his post after taking a break, although he still said one sentence every day, it gave people a very weird feeling.Then he discovered that the latter sentence was not a new day, but a continuation of the previous one——

"It's been a bit strange recently. The observation area is very empty. It seems that the numbers from 00190 onwards are all gone. I remember that I didn't send anyone else away except 00187. Also, where is the number 00197?"

"This log is really getting weirder the more I look at it."

He couldn't help but glanced at the calendar. It was already December, but when was it?He couldn't tell the difference at all, shaking his head, he was going to continue to turn down, and there were still more than a dozen pages that had been written.

at this time.

Ding Dong!

Doorbell rang.

Colin stopped what he was doing and looked towards the gate.

who?

Friends of the original owner?colleague?Neighbor?takeout?

Ding Dong!

The person outside rang the doorbell again.

"No matter who it is, you have to wait until you are familiar with the environment before getting in touch!"

Just when Colin made up his mind to pretend that there was no one in the house, a steady voice came from outside the door——

"Mr. Varlin, please open the door. I know you are inside. Don't worry. We are from the Luther Street Police Station. Didn't you call the police before?"

Policemen! ?
Colin's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked towards the bedroom. Thinking of the blood-stained sheets, cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

(End of this chapter)