The charmer of fast time travel is boundless

Chapter 113 Hello Master [9]

After Zhuohua made some easy efforts, the combination lock finally fell off the notebook.

Zhuohua opened the diary to check carefully, suddenly, a piece of paper fell out of the diary.

Zhuo Hua bent down in doubt, picked it up and looked at it, his pupils suddenly constricted.

How can it be?

how come?
This is the language of Fuliang Kingdom, and it is my own handwriting...

I saw that the white paper was dotted with blood, and there were a few words written in strange shapes on it. If people from this country saw it, they would definitely not be able to understand it.

But Zhuohua understood it at a glance. These fonts seemed to be imprinted in the deepest part of her soul, making her never forget them after experiencing so many worlds.

Be careful with the system!don't... change...

The words behind were covered in blood, Zhuo Hua could barely see the word change.

Don't want to change?What to change?
And the blood on it indicated that "I" was hurt?

Why do you get hurt?Why would my future self put this piece of paper in this notebook.

And, why bother to remind yourself when the system is updated?
Careful about the system?Is it because the system is not as simple as I imagined?

Do not change?Do you mean don't redeem anything in the system?
why?
Zhuohua's mind was full of doubts, but no one could answer them. He stared at the white paper for a while, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Although I don't know why, this is indeed her own handwriting, and it is still in the Fuliang language. There are very few people who can imitate it. It is very likely that the future self wrote it to the present self as a reminder.

Moreover, delivering this news while the system is being updated makes it even more obvious how much the future self is afraid of the system.

Don't redeem anything?I see.

Zhuo Hua got up, picked up the blank paper, and came to the living room.

Find the lighter Zhan Ming used just now, go to the balcony and light the blank paper, watching the ashes flying in the air.

It wasn't until the entire piece of paper was engulfed in flames that Zhuohua returned to the bedroom with peace of mind, looked through the original owner's notebook, and tried to find the clues left by his future self.

But obviously, that blank sheet of paper was the only clue.

Zhuohua frowned, feeling more and more that the matter was not simple, the system must have found him for other reasons.

The previous self didn't think too much, but now she has to think more.

For example, among all living beings, why does the system choose me to do tasks, and also provide help?What is the picture?
Zhuohua had always thought that the system was something like an intermediary. After she helped the original owner fulfill his wish, the system would also benefit.

But my future self reminds me to be careful of the system, which means that the system is definitely not as harmless as I imagined. Maybe, in the future, the system will hurt me?
Forget it, she can't figure out these things now, but she will know in the future.

Now, just remember the reminder yourself, be careful of the system, and don't exchange.

Suppressing these thoughts, Zhuohua took a deep breath and returned to the state of doing tasks.

He lowered his head and began to flip through the diary. After finishing the entire diary, Zhuohua closed the notebook and sighed inwardly.

The original owner's mother died unexpectedly when she was 12 years old, but she saw her father carrying her weak body, perhaps a corpse, away the day before she learned of her mother's death.

As a result, the next day, her father told her that her mother had passed away, and then her father never mentioned her mother again.

But she saw very carefully last night that it was indeed her father who carried her mother's "corpse" out of the room. Because of this incident, she always thought it was her father who killed her mother.

Then there are some "hallucinations" that appear after experiencing the blow.

Many grotesque "ghosts" appeared in front of her eyes, tormenting her mentally haggard and making her lose her mind every day. Among them, the most frequent one was the terrifying hanging head that Zhuohua just possessed, and this situation continued. Until the arrival of the scorching flowers.

So, what is the wish of the original owner?

I could clearly feel the original owner's reluctance to let go of his father. Could it be related to Yuan's father?
Zhuo Hua couldn't help but think of that photo, Yuan's father looked at Yuan's mother's affectionate expression, and Zhuo Hua's intuition told her that Yuan's father would never hurt Yuan's mother.

So, is to find the truth?Then make up the Yuan father?

At this point, we can only follow this idea. After all, this is the first time that the original owner's emotions have appeared on his own initiative, and he cannot let it go easily.

Zhuohua thought for a while, then sorted out the original owner's books in the room, and began to read slowly.

Alas, I can't help but look at it, I don't understand the lessons in school, if the teacher finds out the clues, won't she have to expose her identity?

Looking at the piles of textbooks in front of him, Zhuohua wanted to cry but had no tears.

Sure enough, I should have promised my master to go to the mountains to learn Taoism...

……

Zhuohua flipped through the textbooks, and gradually fell into the immersion mode, until the familiar sound of locking the car, Zhuohua quit from the immersion, and looked at the watch on the wall, it was already six o'clock.

It turned out that she had read five or six hours of textbooks without knowing it.

But I have to say that these textbooks are very well arranged, from simple to complex, from simple to complex, and now Zhuohua recalled the lessons he took before, and some things he didn't understand have suddenly become clear.

Zhuo Hua looked at the rest of the textbook, reckoning that he could read it tonight and finish it, so he made a mark, closed the book, and rubbed his sore eyes.

The doorbell rang, Zhuohua stood up and opened the door for Yuan's father.

After opening a gap, Zhuohua turned around with a blank expression, ready to go back to the room.

"What would Yuanyuan want to eat tonight?" Father Yuan's voice sounded from behind, and Zhuohua paused.

After thinking for a second, Zhuo Hua said calmly.

"It will be all right."

Then he continued to walk back to his room and locked the door behind him.

Father Yuan looked at his daughter's back, and could clearly feel that her daughter's attitude towards him had changed, at least she was less indifferent than before.

The former daughter regarded herself as an enemy, at least now, she regarded him as a familiar stranger.

Thinking of this, Yuan's father couldn't help but feel happy. He walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the photo on the shelf, and gently stroked the face of the woman Xiuwan on it.

"Chuchu, Yuanyuan is willing to talk to me... Also, I really miss you..."

Father Yuan looked at the photo for a long time, and finally kissed the woman in the photo lightly, got up and put the photo on the original shelf, packed up his emotions and went to dinner.

Yuanyuan ate a little bit at noon today, and I'm afraid he's hungry now.

But he didn't know that at this time his "daughter" was seeing all his actions just now through a small crack in the door.

Seeing Yuan's father fondly and carefully caressing the photos, Zhuo Hua knew that Yuan's mother's death could never be caused by Yuan's father.

Maybe something happened that night, causing Yuan's father to go out with Yuan's mother on his back to find life.

And it just so happened that the original owner saw it.

Zhuo Hua sighed.

If this is the case, it is no wonder that the original owner would be so reluctant to let go of the father, probably in the heart of repentance.

Your emotions, I received it, and I will complete it for you.

Zhuo Hua said silently in his heart.

(End of this chapter)