Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

A ray of sunshine passed through the window on her eyelashes, and Molina's throat sounded a dull whisper, dragging her faint brain and waking out of her sleep.

Her head was stuck in a bomb, and her tears were coming out.

Grabbing a sip of the water cup on the nightstand, she felt the pain slightly eased Molina, reached out and wore her long, scattered hair, then sat down with her hands on her heavy forehead and carefully remembered what had happened yesterday.

Specific details she can't remember very well.

Just remember throwing those annoying notes at the ark and she stood up from the table and... yes, again, she had a little wine before.

Memories began to converge.

It's just memories of drinking fragments, like a slurry, blurry and obscure.

But while she can't remember what happened after she got drunk, Molina is not very worried about what someone might do to herself.

After all, she has been an old friend for seven years, and the character of the ark is very clear to her. This domination of the upper body by the lower body may be established on others, but it is absolutely impossible on him.

And that's why she's so relieved--

Suddenly, Molina stopped.

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

“ …… ”

Where are the clothes?

……

The hurried doorbell interrupted my thoughts, rubbed my eyebrows and closed the unfinished notes, stuffed them in my jacket's pocket, and got up and opened the door.

When he saw Molina standing at the door, he stunned and said with a smile.

“Yo, wake up so soon...”

“What did you do to me last night?! ”

Looking at Molina, the ark stunned slightly and looked at her strangely and said.

“I've been reading notes all night... and the stuff above is interesting. By the way, are those sketches by Professor Abel himself? Or did you paint it? ”

“Drawing? It was like that when I got it... Wait, you didn't answer my question! ”

Both eyebrows rose up again, and that moment of confusion was replaced by a murderous momentum, looking like Molina, who blew up her hair, and the ark said silently.

“Didn't I answer? Have you looked at your notes all night… what other answers do you expect to hear? ”

Biting her teeth, Molina said with a reddish face.

“... I mean, where are my clothes? ”

Ark: “…? ”

Isn't that what you're wearing?

At this point, the Ark suddenly noticed that the dress on her was not quite the same as the one she wore yesterday.

But he didn't think anything strange was going on, either.

“Take it and wash it. ”

“... you, did you change it for me? ”

The ark looked at her silently, red-hearted.

“Why should I do such a troublesome thing? ”

What if they throw up?

He used to have such a person in his bedroom. The amount of alcohol was incredible. Every time he drank the wine, he didn't have to count it. It had to be fragmented. The boat he was often brought back to with two other people was arguably quite experienced.

Ark probably pointed out that she had already thrown up a round last night, and most of the clothes were dirty and then sent to wash by hotel staff.

Looking at the ark was not like lying, and Molina's expression was slightly embarrassing, and she finally realized how strange this string of questions she had asked herself was.

Looking at the embarrassed Molina, the Ark did not continue its previous conversation, but turned the subject off in a way that was not embarrassing and continued.

“The restaurant is on the second floor, the buffet breakfast is served until 10: 00. If you feel like you are resting, go eat something yourself. I have already eaten, I will not accompany you. ”

“Thank you… what about my clothes? Whose is it?"

Molina looked behind the ark and seemed to want to see if the owner of this dress was in the room, but she didn't see anything.

Ark: “Probably from the hotel. ”

“... from? And the hotel delivers clothes? ”

Looking at some forced Molina, the ark sighed.

“Please, at least it's a five-star hotel, please don't be so unprecedented. ”

“Why are you laughing? It's not like I've never lived here... it's just that I've never lived here before. ”

She doesn't know how much the hotel costs, but just looking at the decor and the identity of the guests, she can guess how expensive it would be to stay here all night.

Thinking about it, Molina sometimes gets a little embarrassed.

“… how much did it cost yesterday? I said please...”

Ark: “No, think I invited you. If you're not happy, be my guide for the day. ”

Molina stunned slightly: "… Guided tour? ”

The ark nodded: "Well, it's a diplomatic visit, but I'm actually quite free to schedule my trip. I've never had a chance to visit Paris before, and now that I've had the chance, I intend to make up for the sights I missed before. ”

Besides, it's part of the cultural exchange.

Molina: "… what attractions are you going to visit? I'm a local, but I don't really know what's funny about Paris. ”

The ark laughed and said.

“Let's start with Professor Abel's home. ”

Molina: “??? ”

……

[… I have seen such a landscape countless times in my dreams, a dead city, a stunning square tower, an endless metallic wilderness… even the air is solidified here, and the atmosphere of repression is like a cloud that cannot be dispersed, as if it were a tombstone. I don't know if this is God's will, maybe our souls will all return here.

The most complete part of the diary, that's all there is to it, is attached to the page behind the sketch.

Looking at this passage, the Ark has read it many times.

Professor Abel's lack of computers at the beginning of the nineteenth century was an obstacle to the limitations of the times, and from his perspective that black steel forest was like a graveyard, completely different from some sort of computer array that the Ark understood.

Perhaps, however, the two speculations are not in fact in conflict.

Tombstones can also be computers.

And vice versa.

Of course, the ark felt the greater possibility that maybe both he and Professor Abel had a false premonition.

The only thing he can now conclude is that Professor Abel should not have a system, but for some other reason, saw a particular piece of void memory in his dreams.

After all, he never mentioned this strange thing in his diary, misinterpreting it throughout as an "oracle” or something like that of an old man in God. Second, according to his description, he saw the same image over and over again in his dreams and could not understand the situation.

And if it's through the system, it's probably just one chance.

After leaving the city, the roads began to become narrower, but the road conditions were much better.

The car slowly drove to the town and parked next to an old house looking at some old houses.

Looking at the ark through the car's endoscope, the French driver spoke with a heavy accent in English.

“Here we are. ”

In Molina's strange gaze, the ark closed its notebook and nodded with a smile at the driver.

“Okay, thanks. ”

After getting out of the car, Molina walked into the yard with the canoe, and Wang Peng, like a transparent man, silently followed the two three steps behind her and looked around at the surrounding environment.

Looking at the strange man behind his granddaughter, the old man leaning in front of the door frowned and hesitated to ask.

“You are…”

Ark laughed and said politely.

“Despicable ark. ”

Upon hearing the name Ark, the old man gave a sudden expression when he paused on his face.

“Oh, that Professor Princeton, I've heard about you from my granddaughter. ”

“It wasn't long ago," Lu said with a friendly smile. “Excuse me, can I come in? ”

A strange glance at his granddaughter, but the old man didn't say anything, made way for a gesture of invitation.

“… please come in, the conditions in the house are quite simple, I hope you don't mind. ”

“Thanks.”

The boat politely laid down its head and walked indoors.