Chapter 369 The completed apartment, speculation about the recorder, and the workers who refused to leave

Chen Yan looked at the girl and couldn't figure out what was going on with her.

At this time, Jack Baldo came down from upstairs. When he saw Chen Yan, he came over.

“Such a delicious meal, really touching!”

Why are you so moved...

Jack Baldo looked at Messiah, but Messiah ignored him, which made him very embarrassed for a time. He had no choice but to change the subject and said to Chen Yan: "It's really a bargain for those mud-legged people, such a delicious meal,

You still have to sell it for two pennies outside!"

Chen Yan asked: "How did they do?"

Jack Baldo said truthfully: "It's pretty good, not bad, not bad. The workers further south in the old city are like this. Although they can be said to be somewhat skilled in craftsmanship, they can't do it very delicately."

Chen Yan said: "As long as it is safe and durable enough, it is enough."

Jack Baldo nodded and said: "You can rest assured about this."

Then, he lowered his voice and whispered: "What about the corpses that Ogami put in Room 201 before? I passed by there today and it smelled bad because the apartment had floor heating, so... they were rotten

It’s quite fast.”

It's the corpses of those... bionic creatures from last Sunday night.

Chen Yan muttered: "I still have use for those things, but I can't touch them for the time being."

As soon as he finished speaking, the way Jack Baldo looked at him immediately changed, he patted his shoulder and said sincerely:

"Good brother, life research has always been taboo. My vague memory tells me that countless beings have tried to break through the shackles of life by getting involved in life, but they have all failed without exception. Therefore, you... must be careful.

"

Chen Yan did not expect that he would say these words, and solemnly said: "I will make a decision after careful consideration."

Jack Baldo nodded, and when he spoke again, he no longer mentioned the "corpses" in Room 201:

"Niao Miguo has been staying in the attic from morning until now, struggling with the pile of notes. I tried to help her, but the words on those papers were too troublesome... Do you want to help her?"

After learning about this, Chen Yan finished the ramen as quickly as possible. He didn't have time to enjoy the taste of his hometown, so he hurried up to the attic.

I saw a plate of glutinous rice fruit sitting on a hill made of piles of paper, with papers of various colors covering his head and body.

Her eyes were red, and her movements were robotic and she continued to pick with obvious purpose.

What made him feel strange was that the paper he brought back was obviously not that much - the paper he wrapped in his coat this morning had been almost arranged in chronological order when he left the apartment in the morning, and there was only one left.

Just a small stack.

But now, the glutinous rice fruit is almost buried under a hill of paper!

What is incredible is that the hill-like paper actually keeps getting higher and higher!

Nuomiguo noticed Chen Yan's arrival. She raised her head stiffly and looked at him with dull eyes.

"Ah, Mr. Yan, you're back, what's the matter?"

Chen Yan said: "Let me help you organize these things."

Nuomiguo didn't seem to hear what he said, and just said in a daze: "Those notes... are really valuable knowledge, and I got a lot of inspiration from them."

Chen Yan felt that something was wrong with her, but he didn't know what was wrong with her, so he tentatively asked:

"Have you been organizing those things since morning?"

Nuomiguo didn't answer him, but just said to himself:

"Laz made detailed records of the extraordinary side of Yanan City. Well...those records are not systematic narratives, but real and vivid events one after another."

She lowered her head, her eyes wandering.

"I have doubts about the world because of these records. Too many unreasonable things happen in this real world, but they are not logical..."

After she finished speaking, she kept her head lowered.

Chen Yan sat next to her and looked at the new paper that appeared quietly beside her. His heart was awe-inspiring and his expression was as usual. He had roughly guessed what happened to her:

‘Some things in Raz’s memory are [unknown knowledge] to Nuomi Guo.

Nuomiguo saw this knowledge and lost control to a certain extent.

And the manifestation of this out-of-control is the generation of countless new [unknown knowledge] - this small mountain of paper!'

Chen Yan took a piece of paper and saw that it actually recorded some kind of creepy supernatural story. The story was wrapped in a layer of social science and could easily mislead people.

'Is Nuomi Guo trapped in such a story?'

He spent a few minutes preparing his words, and then said in a calm tone:

"If anyone can vouch for the authenticity of Raz's records, it's me."

He successfully attracted Nuomiguo's attention.

He looked at her eyes that had regained focus and continued:

"I once entered Raz's memory and witnessed her complete life, from the time she was forced to become a recorder, until the end of her life, until she became it, until it waited for my arrival..."

Chen Yan was telling Nuomi Guo the story of Raz and the long one hundred and thirteen years.

The numerous questions in Nuomiguo's mind were answered in this detailed explanation, and the stack of papers around him gradually became less and less.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, the papers around her that recorded strange stories had almost all disappeared.

"What we can only be sure of now is that reality has no logic, and reality is much more outrageous than imagined."

Chen Yan looked at the red color gradually disappearing from her pupils and continued:

"The things that Raz experienced are our precious wealth, but we can't just look at those things, because the occurrence of those things has the background of the times and is also based on reality. We cannot think about problems in isolation from reality. You

Is that right?"

Nuomiguo's eyes flashed with a thoughtful look:

"She has experienced several of the most drastic changes in the history of Yanan City. The society in each era is almost completely different. If the things she records are placed in a special historical context, it may not be so bizarre..."

A new light gradually bloomed in her eyes, she looked at Chen Yan and said in a slightly apologetic voice:

"I made you laugh!"

Chen Yan didn't know how much control she had accumulated, but he was at least certain that she was safe for the time being.

Next, he and she finished sorting out the remaining small part of the records, and the time came to around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Nuomi Guo picked up a note from the organized records and said:

"I always feel that Raz's story doesn't end here."

She looked into Chen Yan's eyes:

"Mr. Yan, have you ever thought about what kind of abilities [Recorder], as a transcendent person, have been given by the world?"

Chen Yan was stunned:

"This...I really haven't thought about it."

Nuomiguo said:

"She continues to exist after her death. This is certainly because she has gone astray in evolution, but it is undeniable that this is still an evolution - an evolution that belongs to the [Recorder].

Does this mean that [Recorder] can exist in the form of [Spirit Body]?"

"One of the underlying rules of the world that I know is [the soul that loses its body will enter the afterlife before the next sun rises].

The [Recorder] is obviously beyond this rule.

Is this power beyond the rules given to them by the world?

"These issues all need to be verified."

"If we can know the survival rules of the [Recorder], we may be able to reversely deduce the living environment of the [Recorder] through these rules, so as to find other [Recorders] and learn more from their long memories.

secret!"

Chen Yan looked at Nuomiguo's enthusiastic expression and probably knew why she lost control just now.

So, he decided to change the topic——

"Now, why not make some plans for admission to a missionary school?"

She looked stunned. When she looked up, she saw Chen Yan holding several admission notices. Her pseudonym was written in the name column of the top one in beautiful imperial characters:

Devon Child.

It sounds like the name of a silly country girl from some empire. Such a common name is a good cover for your identity.

"Church schools do not have a fixed teaching system. You can graduate as long as you get enough credits."

Chen Yan relayed the information that Vidya Gandhi told him to Nuomi Guo.

She listened carefully.

"There are two types of credits in church schools, one is 'academic credits' and the other is 'good deeds'. The former is obtained through closed-book paper examinations, while the latter is obtained through social activities - which means you may need to go to a soup kitchen
To be continued...