Mental Hospital Salvation Daily [Quick Transmigration]

When I first arrived in Yingbuluo, it was in a stage of rapid development.The city is full of sewage, but for the first time something called a train runs across the land.

The "Industrial Revolution" - that's what it was called afterward.

Every day, tons of coal are burning here, countless gears are meshing with each other and rotating rapidly, hundreds of chimneys are standing on the roof, and white steam is flying into the sky with changes.

There are sewage flowing across the city, and child laborers are working day and night, but this kind of production line has brought new vitality to the entire empire, and has become the lifeline of this continent that has never existed before.

Our family didn't have enough money to live in the city, and my mother's health made it impossible for her to tolerate the smoke.

So we lived on the side of the mountain outside Yingbuluo City, and it took more than an hour to drive to the city.We are from the east of the empire, and it is very difficult to adapt to such a fast-paced life at the beginning.

It is definitely not just our family who are also uncomfortable.There are several other families living with us, and their expressions are very bad due to overwork, even their smiles are stingy, and they only nod their heads hastily when they meet.

One day I went to the depths of the forest with a friend, and he said to me very mysteriously: "Gaspar, do you know a legend here?"

"What?" I didn't like the look on his face.

He led me out of a thick wood, which was very close to the mountains.I saw a small wooden house standing there, no smoke rising, and no other residents around.

"Do you know who lives there?" The friend pointed to the slightly weird room and lowered his voice, "There is a male wizard living there."

I sneered: "Do you really believe this?"

"It's true." The friend still suppressed his voice, "My dad saw him more than ten years ago, and saw him again three months ago. He told me that the man's appearance hasn't even changed."

"Could it be that he's misjudged?" I still think he's bluffing me, "Or maybe they're father and son, they just look too much alike."

"Impossible." My friend took out a banknote and waved it in front of my eyes, "I bet you dare not go there."

I took the banknote from his hand, put it in my trouser pocket and passed.

When I approached the house, I felt a kind of desolation that is not close to human habitation. Maybe it is because there has only been such a resident in the nearby wilderness for a long time, so even the air is a bit cold.

Maybe it was some kind of weirdo, maybe an ogre or a vampire.This made me suddenly a little timid, but the money was in my trouser pocket, so I could only bite the bullet and knock on the door.

No one answered the first few times.I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I would be able to go back to work this way.

However, the door opened in the next second, and a young man stood in front of the door, looked at me, and said, "Is there something wrong?"

His accent smacks of the Union, from the South of the Union, judging from my limited experience.This is a foreigner who traveled across the ocean and came to the foot of this mountain.He was wearing a gray overcoat that was a little open at the neck.

This made me inexplicably at ease, at least like a person with a background.I introduced that I was a new neighbor and came over to say hello.

The oriental man's expression remained unchanged, he just opened the door and took a few steps back: "Come in."

Out of courtesy, we exchanged names.This is the first time I met Mr. Xia.

I walked into the room cautiously. The layout inside was very simple, and it looked like a place that a normal person would have.The stove was burning warmly, and Mr. Xia added some wood to it, and it jumped happily.

The warm air completely relaxed me, and I sat down on the plush sofa.Mr. Xia brought two cups of black tea, and I noticed a huge desk behind him covered with notes and some materials.

"Are you a writer?" I asked.

"No." Mr. Xia took a sip of tea and smiled at me, "I just do my own research occasionally." I think even in the league's standards, he can be regarded as a very good-looking person. At this moment A gentle smile makes me feel more cordial.

Next to the teacup, there is still a copy of his handwritten manuscript.

What was written on it was the words of the Alliance, and I couldn't read it. He noticed my gaze and took the piece of paper in his hand: "This is a poem."

Seeing that I was still very interested, he read a passage to me:

Go back to the wilderness, and go further where you have not gone,

Now that I have realized the mask that covers the pain in the world.

When time passed, quietly escaped from the hand,

Hide yourself, on the brow of dawn.

It is the tide of time that wears away the pebbles,

Our years are peeled off in this way.

"Is it gone?" I was a little puzzled, "This poem doesn't sound like it's over yet."

"There is still the second half, but the person who read this poem to me didn't tell me." Mr. Xia put down the page and said with a smile.

"Do you need my help?" I volunteered, "I can go to Yingbuluo's Great Library, where I might find the second half."

"No, thank you." Mr. Xia took a sip of tea, "I'd better wait for him to come back and tell me personally."

"Oh..." I replied blankly.The room warmed up quickly. Mr. Xia took off his gray windbreaker, and underneath was a clean white shirt. He rolled up his sleeves. I saw a hideous scar on his left forearm.

The blood scab coagulated outside the wound, forming a regular shape, and I vaguely recognized that it was the words of the alliance.

He noticed my gaze and smiled: "Sorry, I forgot about it." Then he lowered his sleeves to cover all traces.

"It's all right." I said.It's just that such scars can only be engraved by himself.What is this, some kind of masochism?

"Looking at your age, are you still in school?" Mr. Xia then asked me, "How old are you, do you have any?".

"Seventeen this year. We won't be going to school now, we'll all be working in the city." I replied, "Since the steam, factories have been everywhere." Special person, I tried to show more kindness to him, "Have you ever been to the city, I mean, my father takes a carriage to Yingbuluo city every Monday, and we can go there together, so, like this It might be easier for you."

Mr. Xia frowned slightly, thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I really should go to the city."

This day until I went out to his hut, I felt incredible.My friends disappeared outside, maybe they thought I was eaten alive by the wizard.

I went home and told my father about it. He was always a hospitable person and never refused.

Four days later, Mr. Xia really waited in front of our house early.The horses snorted and pawed their hoofs impatiently, and together we boarded the rickety carriage and headed for the city with many chimneys.

I believe that people like Mr. Xia who don't go out at all have no understanding of this brand new world.So as we wandered the streets, I tried to explain to him, with my poor eloquence and knowledge, what was going on around me.

He always had a gentle smile, nodded every now and then, and listened carefully to everything I had to say.

To be honest, he was the first person to listen to me so seriously after coming here. After all, this city is too busy and no one has time to take care of an ordinary worker.This aroused my enthusiasm, and I even tried to explain to him, from the descriptions I occasionally read in the newspapers, how great this mechanical revolution had come.

But Mr. Xia really became interested when he saw the train.

When the huge monster walked along the dark track, breathing thick smoke, and roaring past, I could see some kind of light in his black eyes.

"That's a train," I explained to him. "It has a steam engine that turns coal into power. To be honest, I was taken aback when I first saw it. It's a great invention, isn't it?" What? I stared at it all day when I went into town."

"Indeed." Mr. Xia nodded in agreement, and suddenly asked, "Have you ever imagined that there can be a train like this underground?"

I froze for a moment, thinking his thoughts were unbelievable: "Underground? How is that possible?"

Thinking about it, he might not have been out of the house for too long, and his education is not high, so I explained: "If, if you want to repair things underground, first of all, the amount of work is too huge, and no one will do it. And just The movement of the train will shake the earth down and all the passengers will be buried alive."

Mr. Xia was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Maybe." He turned his head to look at the train again, I think he should like these things very much.

The air in Yingbuluo is not good, and the sky is also dark.After saying goodbye, I didn't see Mr. Xia again until the evening when the carriage was about to go back.

He bought a lot of paper, and ink.He loaded everything into the carriage, and I finally couldn't resist asking again, "Are you really a writer?"

The horse rattled forward, and he said, "No, I'm not suitable for this kind of job at all."

Out of etiquette, I didn't dare to ask more questions, but I was very suspicious of the "little experiment" he said.His room is full of big books, many of which are scattered on the desk. I sneaked a few glances, and all of them were written in words that I couldn't understand.

Later, on the first Monday of every month, he would go to Yingbuluo with our family.For the rest of the time, he always stayed in the wooden house at the foot of the mountain. I never saw him go to other places, only a few times I saw him walking at the foot of the mountain.

My friend has never dared to approach this location, but I like to drink the tea he made.

Mr. Xia doesn't talk much, but I'm a person who is sensitive to emotions by nature, and I can feel that he doesn't hate my visit.Maybe I have been his only visitor for so many years.

Once I reminded him: "Mr. Xia, it's too late to go out for a walk. You live here alone, too close to the mountains, maybe some animals will come and go at night."

He was writing pictures at the desk at that time, and the words he wrote this time were completely different from the Union language, just like the distorted lines drawn by a child.

These weird things are densely spread on the whole paper. When I looked at it, for some reason, I became dizzy and my feet felt weak.

Mr. Xia quickly folded the papers together. Hearing what I just said, he was still a little dazed: "What kind of animal will there be?"

"I don't know," I said, "it might be a snake or a bear. I heard from the family next door. The view is not good at night. From the place where I came, I have seen a family attacked by wild animals. gone."

"Oh." Mr. Xia smiled unconsciously. This kind of smile was different from his usual gentle smile, and seemed to be a little more alive. "I've never seen a snake before, but bears probably do exist. I saw one when I went up the mountain. in its tracks."

"Then you should be careful at night." I frowned, "Don't go up the mountain, the hunter next door only dared to go there with a gun. What if I bump into something?"

"It's okay." Mr. Xia tidied up the papers on the table, "I'll be careful."

Later, I did hear the Orion family say that they saw a giant bear on the mountain.It's just that it's just a corpse, and something sharp cut across its neck, cutting off its arteries and trachea.

"I have never seen such a big bear, and I have never seen this kind of scar." Orion said vividly that night, "It looks like it was trying to attack its prey, and its neck was cut off with a knife. Almost all are broken, but it is impossible for human beings to have such power, absolutely impossible." He lowered his voice mysteriously, "There may be some creatures from hell on this mountain."

He successfully destroyed the mood of several young people who were as old as me who wanted to go up the mountain to take risks.

I reminded Mr. Xia to pay attention to this, and he said yes in the same gentle tone as before, and then turned a page of the book, I know he didn't care about it at all.

But after a long time, the mountain was still calm, and gradually everyone forgot about it.

The books in Mr. Xia's family are very obscure, but there are also some very interesting ones.It's a brand new theory that I haven't seen anywhere else.

Those bound papers are the whitest I have ever seen, even in Yingbuluo, the most prosperous industry, there is no such technology.

Perhaps the alliance's technology is different from ours.That's my guess.

But there are also many books written in the imperial language, which are also in this material, as if they do not belong to this era, which makes me even more confused.

Mr. Xia is especially interested in astronomy. From those books, I learned about the starry sky above my head, how each planet operates, and what is going on with black holes and nebulae in the depths of the universe.

I can't understand the professional knowledge in it at all, and I jump to the conclusion eagerly every time, just like reading a short story, to understand these.

In addition, he also has a lot of engineering books.I even saw something like armor, which seemed to be worn on the body, supported by heavy physical labor, or equipped with a sharp sword to go into battle.

At that time, I asked Mr. Xia, where can I buy these things.He just smiled and didn't answer.

I began to realize that he wasn't some weirdo who stayed at home and was completely ignorant of the outside world.On the contrary, the things he studies seem to be much better than those outside.

I also once doubted whether these were his delusions, after all, I don't think anyone can make these things.

But those exquisite and complex formulas made it impossible for me to verify them. The drawings are full of streamlined beauty and a sense of metal design. I can only think in self-abandonment.

If he is really some male wizard in the legend, he is probably also a mechanical wizard who is obsessed with scientific research, and he will not cook any spell soup that can confuse people's minds.

Thinking about it this way, when I took him to Yingbuluo for the first time, my hard introduction was probably too naive, but at least he was willing to listen quietly, which was a great encouragement to me.Including what I didn't understand in the book later, he patiently explained everything to me.

I began to try to learn new knowledge with this encouragement.

After nearly a year of hard work, the fast-rotating machines in the factory finally had new meanings. I could clearly understand the function of each gear, and what principle the coal used to make the huge train run.I learned that the long-lasting smog in the city also comes from this steam revolution.

It's a pity that most of the knowledge I have learned is too incredible for others.

For example, they, like me at the beginning, did not believe that trains can run underground, submarines can go to the deepest part of the ocean, or what kind of planets exist above our heads, how they rotate, and what special features they have.

Over time, I have regarded this as a secret between me and Mr. Xia, and I cannot share it with others.

Despite not knowing each other, we maintained this strange friendship until the next summer.

It was a dance, and it was the first time I saw him really different.