"puff……"

Tea was sprayed out of his mouth, and Gu Xiangming had no time to wipe his mouth, but widened his eyes: "Is this the ancient Chinese?"

After thinking about this for a while, Gu Xiangming sat upright, and even his expression couldn't help but become serious.

As if he was afraid that there would be any mistakes in his memory, he quickly pulled out a piece of white paper from the desk and took out a water-dip pen.

After thinking about it, he first put the pen in an ink bottle beside him and then pressed his left arm forward, and his right hand pen calmly, writing on the white paper: "In the Taiyuan period of Jin, people from Wuling were fishing for their careers. They walked around the stream and forgot the distance and distance of the road..."

After writing a passage, he looked down and compared it with the documents hidden in the Gu family in his memory for a long time.

"Is this the ancient text?" he murmured to himself, his expression a little confused: "Is the era I traveled through time tens of millions of years? Did the fate of mankind not enter space, but entered the cycle of destiny and turned into a legendary prehistoric ruin? Or is it itself a parallel space?"

After thinking about it in a mess for a while, Gu Xiangming shook his head and finally sighed: "Forget it, there are no one else, why bother yourself? These things that concern the fate of mankind do not seem to be a little person like me who should be troubled. Since I have been reborn, let's live under the name of Gu Xiaoren."

Anyway, their surname is Gu, maybe they were still one of them tens of thousands of years ago.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiangming, oh no, Gu Xiaoren felt a little better.

His eyes were put on the words on the white paper again.

In front of you, the ancient text written by some fragments of the Gu family's existence in your memory is clearly the Chinese characters that Gu Xiangming is familiar with, or the famous eternal "The Peach Blossom Spring" that frequently appears in Chinese textbooks!

No wonder many people in this world have difficulty deciphering ancient characters and classics throughout their lives. After all, these are profound Chinese characters. Even if they have a cultural heritage in their previous life, no one dares to say that they know all Chinese characters and understand all the meanings.

For example, the 10th level test for foreign languages ​​that were popular in the previous life:

"What do you mean? I don't mean. What do you mean? I really don't mean to her! How many things do you mean? I really don't mean that I mean! Then do you understand what I mean? I... do you think this is interesting? OK, I think I'm boring, right?"

May I ask, the above meanings are several!

Well, although it is a bit exaggerated, the complexity of Chinese has always been the pinnacle of language and writing structure. Especially the profound classics unearthed are mostly classical Chinese. There are a lot of fake characters in them. For those who have never been exposed to related cultures and education, being able to decipher and figure out some texts and classics is almost called a genius of heaven.

What's more, these classics have been buried in the dark underground, and they have long been missing in large quantities. It is probably even more difficult to decipher the secrets in them by relying on sporadic little by little.

No wonder this kind of thing has not appeared in the public eye.

However, I have deciphered the profound ancient texts?

Why didn’t you gain any extraordinary power in the legend?

Is it because of the wrong posture?

Or is there any secrets hidden in it that you don’t know?

Do you need the original ancient artifacts? Or do the words in front of you require other rituals and do not meet the conditions for opening a certain mysterious power?

Gu Xiaoren thought so.

After all, the method called extraordinary is secret anywhere, and there are some special tricks in it.

After thinking silently for a while, he was about to try another classic, but in Gu Xiaoren's memory, there were some scattered words all over his body, and there were no complete classics. Even if there were only a few words, they were just some meaningless things.

Fortunately, he did not rely solely on Gu Xiaoren's memory.

As a graduate student studying the fields of ancient humanities and social sciences, deciphering these ancient classics is originally a job. Therefore, it is reasonable to be able to write some famous social science works with fewer numbers?

Probably?

Thinking of this, he recalled the few ancient classics that he memorized and immediately had a goal.

Moreover, although this goal is only more than 5,000 words, it can be called the treasure of Chinese culture and is known as the existence of the King of All Classics.

Perhaps, there are not many more famous than this book!

After selecting the target, Gu Xiaoren took out his blank black leather notebook, wiped his sweat and tidied up his clothes, and found three cigarettes.

I haven't found the fragrance, please use a cigarette instead!

When writing famous works, you must have a sense of ritual!

Um!

After he was ready, he looked serious and took a pen and wrote it on paper.

But as soon as he started writing, there was a dull knock outside the door!

"Dongdongdongdongdong--

"who?"

Gu Xiaoren couldn't help but squint his eyes.

At this time, he suddenly realized that the extraordinary person who killed the original owner might not have left yet, and the danger he faced had never escaped.

Be careless!

You should hide in the embassy first!

Thinking of this mentally, Gu Xiaoren, who had no time to blame himself, put down his pen, opened the drawer on the bottom layer, and silently took out something from it.

A revolver!

This is something produced by the original empire, the most advanced firearm of this era, and one of its few self-defense items.

Although it may not be useful to extraordinary people, it is somewhat of a comfort!

Just as he gently opened the striker and was about to face the door, a crisp and familiar response came from outside the door: "Master, yes, it's me!"

Um?

Oh! He suddenly remembered that he was not the only one living in this two-story single-family building, but also a maid in charge of organizing housework, Labraka!

Well, don't complain about this name first.

As natives of Paidan Island under Yunguo colonization, these indigenous people were fair-skinned and tall. Two hundred years ago, they were regarded as heresy and were hunted in large quantities, and were even sold to various countries in the Eastern Continent as slaves. After that, the original empire promulgated laws of protection, and these talents of the tribe gradually integrated into various countries.

However, due to their different appearances and backward social productivity, these people of the Feng tribe can only engage in agriculture, handicrafts, and service-related industries. Therefore, it is not uncommon for the Feng tribe maids to appear in his house. After all, he can't organize this single-family building with two floors of nearly 700 square meters.

However, the owner of the house died suddenly in the study on the second floor, while the maid downstairs seemed to be unscathed...

Could it be a co-conspirator?

Thinking of this, he did not put down his revolver, but looked through the door for a while before carefully standing up and quietly walking behind the door.

"What's the matter?" he asked expressionlessly.

"master……"

The voice was a little panicked. Was it being held hostage?

"There are...the police from the inspection hall, the police are here!"

"police?"

Gu Xiaoren was stunned for a moment, what did the police come here for?

The owner of the voice seemed to be frightened: "Those policemen, the police said, someone reported the case, said... they said that a murder occurred here!"

A murder?

At this moment, Gu Xiaoren suddenly remembered the murderer who killed him, the vague shadow with extraordinary power!

Is it it?

What is this to do?

Call the police to see if you die? Or is it testing whether you can revive yourself...

Um?

Gu Xiaoren suddenly discovered that he knew nothing about the other party's clues, and he didn't know whether the murderer was a man or a woman, an old or a young man, and he didn't even have any information except the disappearing classic.

"Cruff-"

Pushing the door gently, Gu Xiaoren only showed half of his body, and carefully looked at the tall figure outside the door.

She looks seventeen or eighteen years old (to be precise, only fifteen years old), fair skin, golden hair, two fluffy braids, and looks a little thin, but her legs are long, wearing a long black suit that looks like a monastery nun, and a striped apron hanging in front of her, looking like an extra-large doll!

Is this meeting with everyone?

After taking a closer look, Gu Xiaoren lowered the gun behind the door and asked: "Where is the police?"

"Old, Master!" As if relieved, the girl in front of her held the rag and said with a hint of congratulation: "They were outside the door, and Labraka did not let them in, but they... they looked so fierce!"

"So fierce?"

Gu Xiaoren, who had always faced the door, did not leave the girl: "In this way, you invite them in first, and I will go down later."

"Oh. OK Master." Nodded obediently.

Seeing that the girl did not show any abnormality, she walked straight down the stairs, Gu Xiaoren walked out of the study.

I returned to the bedroom cautiously, changed into a common outfit, pinned the revolver around my waist, and put on a wide wool coat to cover it, and then followed the wooden stairs to the living room downstairs.

"This is Mr. Gu, right?"

The inscription on the door sign is the surname of the household head.

It seemed that several figures who had heard the footsteps had long been watching.

The sergeant with a strong beard, four young policemen carrying a medlin, and Labradak, who was hiding in the corner, far away from the police, with his hands overlapping.

"I am Gu Xiaoren."
To be continued...