Suddenly, Molina was stunned.
Thinking of this, Molina suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Hey, you woke up so soon—"
"Why are you laughing? It's not like I've never lived in one... I just haven't lived in such an expensive place."
Molina looked behind Lu Zhou, as if to see if the owner of the clothes she was wearing was in the room, but she didn't see anything.
"Please, this is a five-star hotel after all. Please don't act like you haven't seen the world."
What to do if you get vomited all over you
Lu Zhou guessed that she might have vomited last night, and her clothes were probably dirty and then sent to be washed by the hotel staff.
"... As a gift, as a gift? The hotel also gives away clothes?"
Lu Zhou: "...?"
Lu Zhou nodded politely and walked towards the house.
The car drove slowly into the small town and stopped next to an old-looking house.
Gritting her teeth, Molina blushed and said.
Looking at Lu Zhou through the car interior mirror, the French driver spoke in English with a heavy accent.
[... I have seen this kind of landscape countless times in my dreams, dead cities, shocking obelisks, endless metal wilderness... Even the air here is solid, and the depressing atmosphere is like dark clouds that cannot be dispersed. It's like a tombstone. I don't know if this is some kind of God's will, maybe our souls will return here.]
"The restaurant is on the second floor. The breakfast buffet is available until ten o'clock. If you feel you are well rested, go and have something to eat by yourself. I have already eaten, so I won't accompany you."
Looking at the strange man following his granddaughter, the old man leaning in front of the door frowned and asked hesitantly.
Seeing that Lu Zhou didn't look like he was lying, Molina looked slightly embarrassed. At this moment, she finally realized how strange the series of questions she asked were.
After getting out of the car, Molina took Lu Zhou into the yard. Wang Peng, like a transparent person, silently followed the two of them three steps away, observing the surrounding environment.
Lu Zhou smiled and said politely.
"No longer," Lu said with a friendly smile, "Excuse me, is it convenient for me to come in?"
And conversely, the same is true.
"Here we are."
"Ok, thanks."
After all, they were old friends for seven years. She still knew Lu Zhou's character very well. This kind of thing of having the lower body dominate the upper body might be true for others, but it was absolutely impossible for him.
"Oh, that Princeton professor, I heard my granddaughter talking about you."
…
"Thank you... What about my clothes? Whose are they?"
Tombstones can also be computers.
After all, firstly, he never mentioned this strange thing in his diary, and throughout the article he misunderstood it as an "oracle" from God or something similar. Secondly, according to his description, he was in a dream. I have seen the same picture over and over again, and I am puzzled by this situation.
But he didn't think there was anything strange and said casually.
"you are… "
Of course, Lu Zhou felt that the greater possibility was that maybe both his and Professor Abel's premonitions were wrong.
"I am Lu Zhou."
Looking at this passage, Lu Zhou read it carefully many times.
Lu Zhou: "I guess it was given by the hotel."
"... Please come in. The conditions in the house are relatively simple. I hope you don't mind."
“…”
And this was why she was so confident to have a drink with him—
Isn’t this a good fit for you
"Let's take it to the hotel to wash it."
Under Molina's strange look, Lu Zhou closed the notebook in his hand and nodded to the driver with a smile.
When he saw Molina standing at the door, he was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile.
Lu Zhou: "No, just treat it as my invitation. If you feel bad about it, just be my tour guide for a day."
"Thanks."
In the early 19th century, where Professor Abel lived, there was no such thing as a computer. Due to the limitations of the times, from his perspective, the black steel forest was like a cemetery, completely different from the certain computer array that Lu Zhou understood. no the same.
At this time, Lu Zhou suddenly noticed that the clothes she was wearing seemed different from the ones she wore yesterday.
The memories started to become coherent.
As soon as he heard the name Lu Zhou, the old man suddenly had a look of surprise on his face.
"...How much did the wine cost yesterday? I told you to pay for it..."
It felt like a bomb had been inserted into her head, and the pain was so painful that she almost shed tears.
However, although she could no longer remember what happened after she was drunk, Molina was not very worried about what someone would do to her while others were in danger.
There used to be a person like this in his dormitory. His drinking capacity was extremely bad. Every time he drank, he would get drunk every time before he even counted. Lu Zhou, who often carried him back with two other people, could be said to be quite experienced.
"I read the notes all night... The things on them are quite interesting. By the way, were those sketches drawn by Professor Abel himself? Or were they drawn by you?"
His thoughts were interrupted by the hurried doorbell. Lu Zhou rubbed his brows, closed the unread notes, stuffed them into his coat pocket, stood up and walked to open the door.
Lu Zhou smiled and said.
Looking at the sullen Molina, Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment, looked at her strangely and said.
"...You, you changed it for me?"
"Didn't I answer? After reading my notes all night... what answer did you expect to hear?"
"What did you do to me last night?!"
The only thing he can conclude now is that Professor Abel should not have such a thing as a "system", but for some other reason, he saw a specific fragment of the memory of the void in his dream.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she subconsciously reached out and touched her collar.
Molina: "... What attractions do you plan to visit? Although I am a local, I don't know much about the interesting places in Paris."
The most complete part of the entire diary is this paragraph, which is attached to the page behind the sketch.
…
A ray of sunlight crossed the window sill and shone on her eyelashes. Molina let out a hoarse groan from her throat, dragging her groggy brain and woke up from her sleep.
Where are the clothes? ?
"Let's start with Professor Abel's former residence."
Looking at Molina who looked embarrassed, Lu Zhou did not continue the previous conversation, but changed the topic in a non-embarrassing way and continued.
"Why should I do such troublesome things."
"Sketch? It was like that when I got it... Wait, you haven't answered my question yet!"
Lu Zhou nodded: "Well, although it is a diplomatic trip, in fact, my schedule is relatively free. I have never had the opportunity to visit Paris before. Now that I have this opportunity, I plan to take in the scenic spots that I missed before. Make up for it."
Looking at the confused Molina, Lu Zhou sighed and said.
She only remembered that after throwing the notes that upset her to Lu Zhou, she stood up from the table, and then... By the way, she drank some wine before that again.
Lu Zhou looked at her with a blushing face and was speechless.
He glanced at his granddaughter strangely, but the old man didn't say anything, moved out of the way, and made a gesture of invitation.
And if you go through the system, you probably only have one chance.
Although she didn't know how much this hotel cost, just looking at the decoration here and the identity of the guests, she could guess that staying here for one night would be expensive.
It's just that the memory after drinking the fragment is like a ball of paste, blurry and unclear.
His eyebrows stood up again, and the confusion at that moment was replaced by a murderous aura. Looking at Molina who looked like a hairless British shorthair, Lu Zhou said speechlessly.
"...I mean where are my clothes?"
Besides, this can be considered part of cultural exchange.
After leaving the city, the road began to become narrower, but the road condition was much better.
Molina: "???"
She couldn't remember the specific details.
However, perhaps the two speculations do not actually conflict.
Molina was stunned for a moment: "... tour guide?"
Molina picked up the water glass on the bedside table and took a sip. Feeling that the pain had eased a little, Molina reached out and smoothed her long, messy hair. Then she supported her heavy forehead with her hands and sat by the bed, carefully recalling what happened yesterday. things.