What happened to Isaac?

"Congratulations, Mr. Xavier," the angel of the office stamped the consent form, "you have made a very correct decision."

Xavier pulled the corner of his mouth, trying to pull a smile but failed.He clutched the form, leaving finger-shaped wet marks on it: "I only have one request, don't notify Isaac yet."

"Of course, of course. We respect the privacy of each employee."

"Then..." Xavier said, "about when will this be arranged." It seemed difficult to say the words amnestic.He felt ashamed for his compromise.

"Soon, because it won't take long." The angel led him down the corridor between the two buildings.

As if to be considerate of him, that angel always used pronouns to describe Memory Cleansing throughout the process.

She pushed open a door, and in the room was a machine that looked like a dentist's chair, followed by all sorts of wires, with pieces of metal attached to them.

"Lie on it, Mr. Xavier."

Xavier backed away in fright: "I- this, start now? I'm not ready, not at all. I thought..."

The angel smiled: "No, it's not. This is just a preparation, which can be understood as the humanitarian care of heaven, so that everyone can experience the latest time-traveling technology."

Xavier's Celestial Common Language is well learned, but he doesn't seem to understand what it means.He was pushed onto the chair in a daze, and the cold metal plate was pressed against his temple, and he let out a hiss.

"No metal objects on your body, I'll help you take them off first."

The angel reached out and took the dog tag off Xavier's neck.Xavier looked at the small iron piece and closed his eyes as if avoiding it.

"We're going to help you go back in time now," said the angel.

"return to the past?"

"Yes. We have cooperation with the Space-Time Administration and need volunteers who are not afraid of physical death to test the degree of xenophobia in history."

"What?" Xavier struggled to get up, but a tube of injection was pushed into his vein, and he felt weaker and weaker, "I'm not your volunteer!"

The angel's tone cooled down: "Indeed, you are our criminal, Langdon Xavier, you'd better be happy, after all, you have no right to choose."

The angel had a pleasant face at first, but I don't know why his face changed so quickly.Maybe they all have a lot of masks to change, whether it's Gordon, or this guy in front of him...

"Now you have 10 minutes to be able to move at any historical node. You can walk around and interact with people or things on the street. We need you to be as bold as possible to test the bottom line of history."

"...I would never do that."

"Every volunteer said so at the beginning, and no one has been able to refuse."

"why?"

"Because you will see yourself," the angel smiled, with a businesslike arc, "you can tell him who you are, or you can tell this past self, you are going to die, for this matter, ask What does he think? After all, he is also you, and you should give him the right to know and choose.

"Your past is like a mirror. Use his eyes to see how you became what you are now? Maybe you used to be a good person who is qualified to be an angel, but now you have become a prisoner; maybe you were very down and out, It’s hard to survive until today, but the death penalty will leave you with nothing. Listen to your own voice, and finally you will believe that memory cleaning is the best choice—you have to believe, and then believe it.”

nonsense!Xavier thought.His vision was getting blurry, he was tired, and his eyelids were getting heavy.

"Choose one," she said.

Xavier looked at the screen hanging in front of him with many time-coordinate combination numbers.He could hardly see clearly, but he still noticed that there was a coordinate that was consistent with that on Isaac's iron plate.

Where the hell is this?

Xavier thought, closing his eyes completely.

**

AD1524?England?East End of London

Maybe you've read about the dizzying sanitation of the Middle Ages, but stepping onto a muddy path that doesn't even look like it's going to be much scarier than you think.The street smelled of horse manure and earth, and it was hot and humid, as if it was going to rain heavily.

There are many small houses crowded on both sides of the street, not so much houses, but they can barely protect the rain.There was a blond boy sitting on the threshold not far away, concentrating on writing something on the ground with a branch.

The strange thing is that it is difficult for people to recall their own face, but if you have the opportunity to see yourself, it doesn't matter what age you are, you can recognize you immediately.

Xavier knew that this was himself—a very small human child with blond hair and blue eyes, a figure and clothes that suggested extreme poverty.

This feeling is amazing, you look at yourself from afar, like looking at a stranger or looking in a mirror.Xavier wanted to walk away, but as if attracted by a magnet, he walked over step by step and stood in front of the child.

He looked up at him: "Who are you?"

Xavier faltered and couldn't speak, so he gave him a strange look and ignored him.

Xavier remembered that he only had 10 minutes.After being silent for a while, he tentatively asked based on his impression: "How dare you play in the street, aren't you afraid of your father?"

Little Xavier glanced at him: "My dad's leg was broken and he couldn't get up on the bed."

"Who did it?"

"Angel? Ghost? I don't know." Xavier Jr. shrugged.

He touched the tip of his nose suddenly and looked up at the sky.

"Ah, it's raining."