A ray of sunshine crossed the window and illumined the eyelashes. Molina's throat made a hoarse whisper, dragging a groggy brain and waking up from her sleep.

The head seemed to be stuffed into a bomb, and her tears were coming out.

Picking up the water on the bedside table and taking a sip, I felt that the pain was slightly relieved by some of Molina, reaching out and licking the long hair that was scattered, then holding the heavy forehead with her hand and sitting on the bed and remembering what happened yesterday. Things.

She can't remember the specific details.

Just remembering to throw the notes that made me upset to Lu Zhou, she stood up from the table, and then... yes, she drank some wine before.

The memory began to contiguous.

Just remembering the memory after the fragment, it is like a paste, blurry and can't see clearly.

However, although I can't think of what happened after getting drunk, Molina is not worried about what someone is doing to take care of herself.

After all, it is a seven-year old friend. Lu Zhou’s character is still very clear. This kind of thing that is dominated by the lower body and placed on the upper body may be set up on others, but it is absolutely impossible to put it on him.

And this is why she is so relieved to find him to drink together.

Suddenly, Molina stunned.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she subconsciously reached out and touched the neckline.

"..."

What about clothes? ? ?

......

The rushed doorbell interrupted the thoughts, and the eye-catching Lu Zhou closed the unfinished notes, stuffed them into the purse of the jacket, and got up and walked to open the door.

When he saw Molina standing at the door, he squatted slightly and then said with a smile.

"Hey, wake up so soon."

"What did you do to me last night?!"

Looking at the face of Molina, Lu Zhou squatted slightly, looking at her with a strange look.

"Looking at the notes for one night... The things above are quite interesting. Right, are the sketches drawn by Professor Abel himself? Or are you painting them?"

"Sketch drawing? It was like that when I got it... Wait, you haven't answered my question yet!"

The two eyebrows were once again upside down, and the confusion of that moment was replaced by the murderous momentum. Looking at Molina, who was like a short-haired British, Lu Zhou said without a word.

"I didn't answer it? Look at the notes for a night... What other answers do you expect to hear?"

Biting his teeth, Molina said with a blushing face.

"...I mean my clothes?"

Lu Zhou: "...?"

Isn't this good to wear on you?

At this time, Lu Zhou suddenly noticed that the dress on her body did not look the same as the one she wore yesterday.

However, he did not feel that it was strange, and he said casually.

"The hotel took it and washed it."

"...you, can you change it for me?"

Lu Zhou looked at her facelessly and red-faced.

"Why should I do this kind of troublesome thing."

What if it was spit out?

In the past, there was such a person in his bedroom. The amount of alcohol was very different. Every time I drank, I didn’t have a hard time. It is quite rich in experience, often with two other people who carried him back to Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou estimated that she had already vomited a round last night. Most of the clothes were dirty and were sent to the hotel staff for washing.

Looking at Lu Zhou is not like lying, Molina's expression is slightly embarrassed, and now she finally realized, how strange this series of questions she asked.

Looking at the face of Molina, Lu Zhou did not continue the previous dialogue, but opened the topic in a way that is not embarrassing, and continued.

“The restaurant is on the second floor. The breakfast buffet is available until 10 o'clock. I feel like I have to eat something when I have a good rest. I have already eaten it and I will not accompany you.”

"Thank you... then what about my clothes? Whose?"

Molina looked at Lu Zhou and looked at it. She seemed to want to see if the owner of this dress was in the room, but nothing was seen.

Lu Zhou: "It is estimated that the hotel will deliver it."

"...send, send? The hotel also sends clothes?"

Looking at some of the forcing Molina, Lu Zhou sighed and said.

"Please, I am also a five-star hotel. Please don't see the world like this."

"What are you laughing at? I haven't lived yet... just, I just haven't lived so expensive."

Although I don't know how much the hotel is, I just look at the decoration here and the identity of the guest. She guessed that I might have a good price to stay here for one night.

Thinking of this, Molina was a little embarrassed.

"...How much was the cost of the wine yesterday? I said thank you..."

Lu Zhou: "When you don't need it, just ask me to please you. If you feel uncomfortable, give me a day guide."

Molina squinted: "...guide?"

Lu Zhou nodded: "Well, although it is a diplomatic visit, in fact, my itinerary is relatively free. I have never had a chance to go to Paris before. Since I have caught up with such an opportunity, I intend to take the sights I have missed. Give it back."

Moreover, this is also part of the cultural exchange.

Molina: "...what are you going to visit? I am a local, but I don't know much about what is fun in Paris."

Lu Zhou smiled and said.

"Start with Professor Abel's former residence."

Molina: "???"

......

[... I have seen such a landscape in countless times in my dreams, the dead city, the amazing obelisk, the endless metal wilderness... the air is solidified here, and the suppressed atmosphere is inseparable. The dark clouds are like a tombstone. I don't know if this is a certain will of God, maybe our soul will return here. 】

The most complete part of the whole diary, there is only such a paragraph, attached to the page behind the sketch.

Looking at this passage, Lu Zhou read it carefully many times.

At the beginning of the 19th century, Professor Abel did not have such a computer. Due to the limitations of the times, the black steel forest in his view was like a cemetery, and the computer array understood by Lu Zhou was completely Different.

However, perhaps the two kinds of guesses are not in conflict.

The tombstone can also be a computer.

And vice versa, the same.

Of course, Lu Zhou feels that the greater possibility is that perhaps he and Professor Abel’s hunch are wrong.

The only thing he can conclude now is that this Abel professor should have no such thing as a "system", but for some other reason, he saw a particular piece of the void memory in a dream.

After all, he never mentioned this strange thing in his diary. He misunderstood this thing as a "god" or something similar to God's old man. Second, according to his description, he was in a dream. I have seen the same picture over and over again, and I am puzzled by such a situation.

And if it is through the system, there is probably only one chance.

After leaving the city, the road began to narrow, but the road conditions were much better.

The car slowly drove to the town and stopped at a place overlooking some old houses.

Looking at Lu Zhou through the car mirror, the French driver said in English with a heavy accent.

"We have arrived."

In the strange sight of Molina, Lu Zhou closed the notebook in her hand and smiled and nodded to the driver.

"Ok, thanks."

After getting out of the car, Molina walked into the yard with Lu Zhou. Wang Peng was like a transparent person, silently following the distance of three steps behind the two, and observing the surrounding environment.

Looking at the strange man behind the granddaughter, the old man leaning against the door frowned, and he asked later.

"you are……"

Lu Zhou smiled and said politely.

"鄙人陆舟."

As soon as I heard the name Lu Zhou, the old man suddenly showed a blank expression in his face.

"Oh, that Princeton's professor, I heard your granddaughter talk about you."

"It’s already no longer," Lu said with a friendly smile. "Excuse me, is it convenient for me to come in?"

I glanced at my granddaughter strangely, but the old man did not say anything, let a road open, and made a gesture of please.

"...Please come in, the conditions in the house are relatively simple, I hope you don't mind."

"Thank you."

Lu Zhou politely bowed his head and walked up to the house.