The missionary school is located at the far west end of Walker Street. The school site is adjacent to an opera house called "The Covenant of the Dolphin". Although it is already nine o'clock in the evening, because the opera house is open until the early morning, there are still lights outside the school.

brightly lit.

Vidya Gandhi returned to the teacher's apartment, washed herself in a hurry, and then fell asleep.

About fifteen minutes later, when Vidya Gandhi fell into a deep sleep, her eyes suddenly opened.

The eyes that were opened in sleep no longer had the light brown pupils - Vidya Gandhi's pupils turned into dark brown that was close to black - those were not her eyes.

She sat up from the bed, stretched out her hands with surprise on her face, and looked at every line on "her" palms with curious eyes through the moonlight that filtered into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

"Is this still possible..."

She came to the floor-length mirror in the room and looked at every corner of "herself" - she could clearly feel every corner of this body, even more acutely than the original owner himself.

"Now, I have temporarily taken over this body?"

When Vidya Gandhi's own spirit fell into slumber, another soul hiding here took over the control of this body——

Chen Yan can control her body!

The perspective in front of Chen Yan was very strange. It was not the first person, but the third person - the back of Vidya Gandhi's head was in his field of vision.

He tried moving his field of vision, and immediately discovered that the limit distance for narrowing the field of vision was "Vidya Gandhi's own first point of view", and the limit distance for widening the field of view was "no more than 2 meters from the periphery of the body"

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In addition to changes in distance and distance, the field of view can also be rotated in all directions.

Vidya Gandhi's movements followed his thoughts, and she was so smooth that she could respond to any of his thoughts with a delay of no more than half a second.

This feeling is really strange.

Chen Yan thought for a while, and the current situation should be because Vidya Gandhi's consciousness fell into sleep and her spirit completely lost its defenses. He was able to take advantage of the situation and take over control of her body.

But if he moves so much, won't she wake up?

Chen Yan felt that if there was a strong stimulus from the outside world, and the stimulus was strong enough to awaken Vidya Gandhi's spirit, he might immediately lose control of this body——

There is no basis for these speculations, they are just conclusions made by Chen Yan based on his past experience.

He zoomed out to a distance of 2 meters and began to look at Vidya Gandhi's room.

It is said to be a teachers' apartment, but in fact the area of ​​a single room is quite large, even larger than the bedroom in the apartment at No. 33 Chenyan Walker Street.

On the left is a separate bathroom, on the right is the cloakroom, behind is the kitchen, and where Vidya Gandhi is standing now is the reception room that has been transformed into a study.

When Chen Yan was talking to the leather shoes at the bus stop, he thought that Vidya Gandhi must be a fat woman weighing more than 200 pounds. Although her voice was not unpleasant, she must be quite greasy.

Only after meeting her did I realize that although Vidya Gandhi herself looks strange, from a normal person's perspective, she is actually quite beautiful——

Even compared to the blond Ruk people native to the empire, or the Suka Britons who came from the snowy plains in the northeast and are famous for their youth and beauty, they are basically not inferior.

She is a beautiful woman with no bottom line and full of viciousness...

Much scarier than the vicious fat woman born from the heart.

He came to the desk in the room and turned the switch on the kerosene lamp.

As a burst of sparks appeared, the wick of the kerosene lamp was lit.

The desk was in a mess. Chen Yan pushed aside the scattered small clothes in front of him and saw various documents stacked together.

Almost all of these documents are official documents of church schools, including school year plans, admission guides, school week schedules, subject lesson plans...

He rummaged aimlessly for a moment and suddenly saw a unique notebook.

There was a three-digit password lock locked on one side of the notebook page. The order of the password lock had obviously been disrupted, so Chen Yan could not open it directly.

What is the password?

After Chen Yan had this thought in his mind, a memory that did not belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind.

【696】

Huh? Where did this memory come from?

Chen Yan stretched out his hand, doubtfully adjusted the fluctuating password lock to the position of 696, and then pressed the switch——

There was a slight "click" sound of the metal machine's teeth snapping together in the darkness, and the combination lock opened in response.

this!

Can I activate her memory at will?!

Chen Yan realized the feasibility of this matter and was pleasantly surprised.

In this way, to me, wouldn’t Vidya Gandhi become a completely transparent person with no privacy?

Although it is useless for me to ask for this information, it feels so good inexplicably!

He immediately wanted to recall the past about Vidya Gandhi.

But this time, no more memories came to mind.

Huh? It’s no longer effective?

How is this going?

Will the function of spying on other people's memories through world memory fragments indirectly malfunction...

Chen Yan opened the diary in confusion, only to see densely packed unknown words the size of ants written in the diary. It was not the language of Asians, let alone Imperial Language - it was the unique language of Vidya Gandhi's hometown.

The idea of ​​"wanting to understand" naturally appeared in Chen Yan's mind.

The next moment, the small words on the notebook in front of him, like wandering ants, formed a series of specific concepts in his mind.

"October 13th is sunny, landing day."

Chen Yan did not look down immediately because he realized one thing:

When he saw the combination lock, the memory of the combination lock appeared.

When he wanted to know the past memories of Vidya Gandhi, the memories of the past did not appear.

When he saw the languages ​​of Vidya Gandhi's homeland, knowledge about these languages ​​emerged.

Can I be sure of one thing: Only when I [see] specific things about Vidya Gandhi [through my immediate vision] can I get the memory of her.

He wanted to test this conjecture, so he thought to himself: 'I want to know what year October 13th is in the diary.'

After he finished thinking, he waited quietly for three seconds.

No more memories appear.

He looked at the next diary.

"I will never forget this day."

When he saw this sentence, a definite date immediately appeared in Chen Yan's mind, as well as some memories about this date:

On October 13th of the Deep Sea Year of the Old Calendar, the expedition team from the Deep Sea Age site in the far south returned. The dock was in chaos because there was no one on board the docked ships.

The empire fell into a great panic, and all coastal police forces were mobilized to go to the expedition ferry, and we were able to pass the customs smoothly.
Chapter completed!