Qin Feichang woke up, sat up from the bed, and quietly looked at the dark night outside for a while.
After calming down the pain that was still lingering in the nerve endings of her brain, she put her feet on the ground, went to get a cup of hot tea and stood by the window.
In the past, her life was almost entirely about work. Occasionally, when she felt tired during breaks, she would stand by the window with a cup of hot tea and look out.
There is a lake outside the Qin Building. The water is sparkling in the daytime, but what she is most accustomed to is the dark and gloomy water surface in the quiet night. Occasionally, on moonlit nights, a white moon shadow will be reflected on the water surface.
Such scenery will probably never be seen again - but she can consider building a building as an office in the future, and digging a lake underneath would also be a good idea. If you want to see the scenery, there is always a way to see it.
After drinking a cup of hot tea, Qin Feichang went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Judging from the times of her previous two summaries, the next one will probably have to wait until tomorrow morning at the earliest, so she can relax a little tonight.
When he was taking off his clothes, the ribbon in his pocket fell out. Qin Feichang took a look at it, picked it up and put it on the shelf beside him.
Things brought from this world will not disappear in this world. Qin Feichang, who has conducted several experiments, has confirmed that the world over there is just a "world inside the brain" and that the curse completely affects the mind.
Although everything in that world is too real, Qin Feichang still defines it as "fake", but he still doesn't understand what the mechanism is.
But as long as it is fake, she will not be afraid. All feelings, whether it is pain or pleasure, are controlled by the brain. She does not want to go crazy in the fake, and when she can no longer bear it, she will try to hypnotize and control her brain.
Standing in the stream, I felt the warm water flowing over my whole body. Although there were no wounds on my body, I still felt an unconscious shiver when my hands brushed against my neck, arms and thighs while washing.
The little madman is worthy of being a little madman. In order to see her lose control, he dares to do anything. Unfortunately, most of her mind is focused on controlling the pain. As for cooperation... he probably didn't enjoy it.
She closed her eyes and reached out her hands to soothe her body. After she calmed down, she blinked away the water drops that were about to fall from her eyelashes, rinsed herself, put on her clothes, put on her glasses, and became a slightly cold woman again - even though this body was eighteen or nineteen years old and could still be called a girl, the person inside was different and her temperament was completely different. No matter who saw her, they would not think that she was worthy of the title of girl.
Sitting in front of the computer, the chat room became noisy again. Qin Feichang glanced at it casually and ignored their screams. She recalled everything she saw in the small hall, moved her fingers slightly, and searched for oil paintings on the computer.
The history of this world was not the one she was familiar with. There were mixed races and diverse ecosystems. She had only been in this world for a short time and was not clear about their history. But this time when she went to that world, the several oil paintings she saw in the small hall made her find a breakthrough.
She searched on some niche oil painting appreciation websites and finally found what she was looking for. After careful comparison, she locked on a painter.
Lario Morand Victor was a famous court painter more than three hundred years ago, and he left a total of seventy-nine works in the world.
The most significant feature of his paintings is the delicate brushwork and light and shadow. He particularly likes to paint scenery. Among his works that can be found on the Internet, there are 60 scenery paintings. The painting style of the same painter will basically not change much after it stabilizes. Their characteristics are very distinct and can be seen at a glance.
Qin Feichang looked at the scenery pictures one by one and confirmed that the oil paintings he saw in the gorgeous castle at night were definitely his.
If she calculated based on the painter Victor's active period and the period when he became famous, she could basically determine that the castle existed at least three hundred years ago. Of course, it was not ruled out that the paintings were collected after Victor's death.
After looking at the landscape paintings, Qin Feichang arranged a few portraits in front of him. Most of the characters painted by Victor were portraits of the royal family and nobles at that time.
Lost XIV, Lost XV and Queen Sophia of the Roman family, have their childhood, youth and middle age.
Write down their names and search for their life stories. The information that can be found on the Internet is limited. The general idea is that the Lost Dynasty lasted for 16 generations and Lost XVI reigned for only two years before he was dragged out of the palace by the rebels and eventually beheaded at the gate of the palace.
The four-hundred-year rule of the Roman family came to an end, and what followed was a period of more than a hundred years of chaos and the modern democratic revolution.
It can be said that the Lost family is the last descendant of the dynasty.
While searching for various information, Andy sent a message.
[Andy: I feel my neck hurts. Do I have any sequelae?] Just by reading the text, you can feel his hesitation and fear of death.
Qin felt that time was precious and didn't want to pay attention to him, but when she heard Lang Suo crying again upstairs, she thought that Huangmao Andy was not bad, so she replied to him.
[Luo Lan: There are no sequelae. The pain in your neck is caused by sitting in front of the computer for a long time. You can take a break.]
[Andy: I don’t dare to sleep. I feel like if I sleep I’ll go to that horrible world!]
[Loran: Then get to work and continue filtering the information. To solve the curse, we need more information.]
She ignored him and began searching for various architectural styles that were popular three hundred years ago.
The late Lost Dynasty was a time of political chaos but also a period of cultural prosperity. At that time, whether it was clothing, jewelry or architecture, they all tended to be gorgeous and complicated, and they especially liked the decoration of huge stained glass windows.
The famous churches, bell towers, buildings and castles that have survived from three hundred years ago... Qin looked carefully at all the pictures he could find.
She leaned back in her chair, looking at the complicated pictures, the cold light of the computer screen flashing on her glasses.
When he found a certain picture, Qin Feichang paused and enlarged it to take a look.
It was a statue on the top of a building, showing the sun god, the moon goddess, and the twelve gods of nature, surrounded by docile horses, as if walking among the clouds.
Qin remembered very well that he had seen a similar style of building when he first entered the ruined castle.
She found it interesting at the time and took a few more glances. The carvings on the top of the building were not of the sun god, but there were also horses and gods. Unfortunately, too much damage had occurred, and she had no chance to see them in good condition when night came.
Looking at these architectural decorations that have the flavor and characteristics of the times, Qin was almost certain that the cursed castle existed as early as three hundred years ago, and it was very likely based on a real place.
She wants to find that place.
Otherwise, she would have to go through this every day, which would really affect her work. She has not been able to fully carry out her work plan until now, all because of this curse.
There was too much information to search for, so Qin stayed up until the early morning before taking a break. She was used to it, and quickly drank coffee to refresh herself. While eating breakfast, she received a course notification on her phone.
Then she remembered that Luo Lan was a college student. She had a short vacation a few days ago. The vacation was over today and she had to go to school.
Qin Feichang, who had graduated from school many years ago, thought for three seconds with his mobile phone, checked the university that Luo Lan attended, and decisively stood up and decided to go to school.
She was not going to school, she was going to look up information at the university that was said to have the largest collection of books.
After all, the information available on the Internet is not so complete. She found out last night that many of the things she wanted to know were not available. Generally, a well-known university like this has many collections of books, and you can definitely find more detailed information on history.
Even though she was surrounded by unfamiliar scenery and people, Qin Feichang was not afraid at all. She took her money and cell phone, looked up a nearby map, and chose a route to school.
The sun is shining brightly. Walking on the campus, I am surrounded by young students who are playing and playing without worries. Some of them are worried about studying, some are worried about love, and even their worries seem so lucky.
Qin was very accustomed to observing the environment and people around her. That emotionless gaze made her feel cold and indifferent, as if she was keeping people at a distance.
Young boys passing by her noticed her and were attracted by her. They even approached her and asked if she was interested in being friends. Qin had never felt such enthusiasm before. During her school years, no boy dared to approach her.
Most people would feel ashamed when facing someone who is too outstanding, not to mention that she looked like someone who was not easy to get close to. I don't know if there were people who liked her, but there were quite a few classmates who disliked her.
Here, those restless young boys had no worries and came up one after another to chat.
Qin had never been restless since she was a young teenager, and now she would not be attracted by these impetuous little boys. To be honest, their looks were not even half as good as Eggbert's, so she just felt impatient.
"Luo Lan? Are you Luo Lan? You... I haven't seen you for a few days, and you seem to have become very different." After finally walking to the school library, I met a classmate who knew Luo Lan.
If Eggbert's appearance was rated at a full 10 points, and most of the young boys she met on the street were rated between 3 and 5 points, then the boy who greeted her was rated at 7 points.
Judging from his attitude and body movements, he was not familiar with Luo Lan, so he didn't need to deal with him. Qin Feichang nodded to him, without any intention of chatting, and walked past him to enter the library.
"Wait a minute, Luo Lan, class is about to start, aren't you going to class?" The boy reminded her again for some unknown reason.
Qin Feichang: "I have something else to do, bye."
Seeing that she really left without stopping for a moment and didn't even say a word to him, the boy was extremely surprised. He was a celebrity in this class. Because of his outstanding appearance, there were many people who admired him, including Luo Lan. He knew it very well, but he didn't pay much attention to this introverted and timid girl.
But after returning from a short vacation, how come this girl who always looked at him with admiring eyes had completely changed
Qin Feichang was not distracted at all by anyone she met along the way. She found the bookcase she was looking for in the library and spent a long time looking at it.
Here, there is indeed more detailed information about the Lost family.
Her focus is on the period around 300 years ago, which happens to be the reign of Lost XV, who married seven wives and had nineteen children.
Qin focused on studying the interpersonal relationships and life history of this family.
She suspected that Egbert was related to the Lost family. If she asked why... He gave her the feeling of a little prince trapped in a castle.
Or maybe princess would be more appropriate.
It’s not a bad royal family that can raise such a bad princess.