Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 4 Ask
Chris looked at the world as he walked. He knew in his heart that this was the world in a book, but whenever he thought about what happened before and after the time travel, he would get a splitting headache. Later, he simply stopped thinking about it.

It's useless to think about it so much, just take it one step at a time...

At this time, in front of him was a wide stone road that could accommodate four carriages running in parallel. The road extended downwards. A carriage passed slowly in front of him. After about 30 meters, it turned a corner and disappeared from his sight.

Across the stone road are rows of stone houses with pointed roofs, and many people are working outside the houses.

Finally saw a living person...

Chris breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and saw a bucket on the side of the road. He walked over in three steps and used the water as a mirror. He smoothed his hair and straightened his clothes.

Well, no problem, he looks good, even more handsome than in the photo...

While he was arranging his clothes facing the water, a middle-aged woman wearing a patched coarse cloth apron came up to him and looked at Chris suspiciously.

The woman was wearing a headscarf made of coarse cloth, and there was a look of vicissitudes of life in her brows, and there were lines of nasolabial folds under a few freckles.

"Where are you from?"

the woman asked.

Chris turned back and pointed to the mountain:
"From there."

"Mist Village?"

The woman asked tentatively.

"Yeah, it's Mist Village."

He nodded vigorously without noticing the change in the woman's expression.

"what's your name?"

"Chris, my name is Chris Doty."

"Okay, Chris, my name is Gemma. To be honest, I haven't seen anyone come down the mountain from Misty Village."

The woman wiped her hands with her apron, smiled and stretched out her hand:

"You haven't eaten yet? I happened to make breakfast. Today is the beginning of the week."

Chris stretched out his hand to shake the woman's hand, and it felt like he was holding two rags. The woman's hands were rough and calloused from years of hard work.

He showed a harmless smile:

"Mrs. Gemma, let me help you carry this bucket of water home."

Her house was not among these townhouses. As the two of them walked along the road, many people cast surprised and curious glances along the way.

Lady Gemma walked in front:

"Just put the bucket by the door."

He looked up, and not far away was a hut of about ten square meters on the outskirts of those townhouses. The hut was made of wood, and the wood on the outside was slightly rotten.

After placing the bucket, Chris walked into the hut. Apart from a bed and a table, there was a two-meter-high bookshelf. There was nothing else, not even decoration.

The kitchen and toilet should be outside and public... Chris thought to himself.

"sit down."

Lady Gemma pointed to the stool.

"Breakfast is outside," she stood up, "I'll get it for you. The room is small and some things can't be put in."

She brought back half a piece of coarse bread from outside. It looked fresh.

"Mrs. Gemma, you love reading."

Chris asked while chewing the bread, sighing in his heart that the taste was not much better than the conjured rye bread.

"Well, these are what my son likes to watch. I don't watch them very much."

She randomly pulled out a book from the bookshelf and handed it to Chris:
"My son is going to the Southern Continent to serve as a soldier. He will be a soldier for five years."

Chris took the book, which was called "Historical Exploration and Research in the Age of the Gods". The cover showed a group of people kneeling along a mountain road.

"Mrs. Gemma, what era are we in now?"

Chris first needs to determine the space and time he is in. The best one must be the Tingen before and after Zhou Mingrui's time travel.

Although he remembered that the original owner was a student at Hoy University, he had completely forgotten the memory of the past week, so he could not determine where he was now.

"This is Loen, now...well, it should be the fifth era."

Gemma smiled sheepishly.

Just when Chris was about to ask something more, there was a knock on the door. Following the sound, he saw a man wearing a black and white checkered uniform standing by the door.

"We received a report that someone was acting suspiciously here."

"There is no suspicious person here. I don't welcome the police. Please get out!"

Mrs. Gemma pointed at the door and said angrily.

The policeman ignored her and curled his fingers at Chris:
"You come out."

Chris put the bread back on the plate and followed the policeman out of the cabin.

"You dirty bastards!"

Gemma yelled and cursed, then raised a glass and threw it at the policeman, as if she had suddenly changed into a different person.

The policeman sidestepped and the cup smashed against the door and broke into pieces.He turned sideways to reveal the baton on his waist:
"Hurry up!" Chris followed him silently. The policeman cursed and walked towards a carriage not far away.

Chris looked back and saw Gemma leaning against the door frame, seemingly disappointed.

The carriage is painted with a pattern of two crossed broadswords surrounding a crown, but otherwise there is nothing special about it.

The coachman held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Chris sideways:
"Why are you here?"

Chris forced a smile and said nothing.

After the two of them got into the car, the coachman slowly blew out a smoke ring and flicked the reins:
"drive!"

……

People were coming and going in the police station. Chris sat on a bench facing the hall. Next to him were rooms, divided into offices and interrogation rooms. From time to time, police officers escorted prisoners past him.

He walked over to the calendar hanging on the wall and looked at the date.

Today is December 1349, 5.

Chris's pupils suddenly narrowed, and he staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground - today is one month before Zhou Mingrui's time travel!

Aware of the looks from others, he breathed a sigh of relief, stabilized his body, pretended to be fine, and sat back down.

The door on the left was opened from the inside, and Sheriff Carl Downs patted Chris on the shoulder:

"Come in."

He sat across from Chris, holding a parchment notebook.

"Name?" Downs didn't even raise his head, speaking as usual.

"Luke Johnson."

"age?"

"21 is old."

"Profession?"

"……No."

"Where did it come from?"

"Misty Village."

"Is this 'Misty Village' on a mountain?"

"Yes."

"Where is your home?"

"No. 7, Daffodil Street, North District, Tingen City."

The Doty family has taken good measures to keep personal information confidential. Chris has always used a false identity when going to school. His identity in Loen is that of the adopted son of a watch repairman.

Towns seemed to have anticipated this and skipped the question.

After a few less important questions that Chris still couldn't answer, Downs put down his pen, turned around, opened the door and walked out.

Just gone?
Before Chris could dispel his doubts, someone else walked into the room.This time it was not Downs who came in, but a female police officer. The two silver stars on her shoulder straps showed that her position was not low and she should be an inspector.

She lowered her head and couldn't see her face clearly, and could only see the slightly raised corners of her mouth.

She sat in front of Chris very gracefully, and picked up the sheepskin notebook on the table.

"Name?"

"Luke Johnson."

"Don't lie."

She looked up at Chris, the meaning in her eyes needing no explanation.

Chris touched his nose, crossed his fingers, and couldn't hide the embarrassment on his face:

"Uh, Chris Doty."

"age?"

"21 is old."

"Profession?"

"…a graduate of Hoy University's Department of Grammar."

He didn't dare to lie again after that, and the next few questions were the same as what Downs had asked before.

After she went out, Downs opened the door and came in:
"you can go now."

"Can I go?"

Chris didn't believe that the police let him go so easily.

Downs leaned against the wall by the door:
"Oh, don't worry, just go back and take a nap and you'll be fine. It's very foggy in the suburbs, and it's easy for people to have hallucinations if they stay there for a long time."

He went on to explain:

"And there are no mountains there, it's just higher ground, and you might have the illusion that you're walking down the mountain."

(End of this chapter)