Dragging his sore and tired body, Haibo shuttled left and right through the dim streets with the remaining memories of Wright.

During this period, he met seven or eight people who were not very familiar, wearing black multi-pocket leather jackets or dark blue worker uniforms, face masks, tying pants on the lower body, and a strong European cyberpunk style.

After asking them, Haibo finally found the location of the Socra City Library as Ward mentioned.

After all, it is a residual memory, but it is not enough. But if you can get more information from this Mr. George, this trip will not be in vain.

However, the uncle Ward said that Wright had just performed the mission, so it is highly likely that Wright was not assassinated. Just like what I thought just now, if it was suicide or other factors, the probability of my danger in this world would be greatly reduced.

Haibo thought with a relaxed tone.

The way he was looking for the Socra City Library just now made him feel a little dizzy. After resting in an inconspicuous place for a few minutes, he dragged his tired body to the reception desk on the first floor of the magnificent building.

Sitting there was an old man with half glasses, black and white hair and a not-tidy suit, which was in line with the temperament of the library.

"Name?"

"Wright...Wright Socrate."

"What's the matter?"

"Look for someone, uh, I made an appointment." Haibo added.

"Oh, who are you looking for? What's the matter?" the old man asked.

"Oh, I just completed the task, I'm back from completing the task. Find Mr. George and bring him some gifts." Haibo said, lifting the black box in his hand twice and showing it to the old man.

"Well, I'll tell you, there should be an appointment, right? Oh, I found it, Mr. Wright Socrates and Mr. George is waiting for you on the top floor. He asked me to explain to you that you have just returned from the outer area of ​​Socrates, so you should pay attention to rest." The old man said in a sharp voice.

After nodding and thanking, Haibo slowly walked from the stairs to the top floor. He needed information, and the furnishings of this library would also bring him some key things.

The library is extremely empty, and compared to the city covered by a dome, the style here highlights an unprecedented atmosphere.

The furnishings on the first floor are very neat, and even the railings of the handrails appear silvery white that is often cleaned.

The copper windows are extremely clean, and the surface of each is covered with a layer of sun pattern outlined with simple lines.

The minimalist style is probably a sign of some kind, or a heraldry that belongs to the library?

Fortunately, the library does not have a patio similar to that of a patio. Each floor is an independent individual, and each floor is clearly divided.

When climbing the stairs to the second and third floors, Haibo felt the ultimate feeling of fatigue again.

His withered face seemed to be no longer weak. He leaned against the somewhat rusty mottled handrail, and Hai Bo was breathing heavily.

Did Wright, the owner of this body, emptied his body before his death? Or did his "suicide" actually cause the blood in his body to be lost?

It seems that after meeting George, I'd better go back and eat something to replenish. Wright's body is probably extremely weak. If his body cannot be replenished with food, he may have to travel through time again before the danger comes.

Besides, a lot of basic information has been collected now, so it is enough to find an excuse to borrow some historical information from George.

Thinking of this, Haibo unconsciously accelerated his pace.

The collection of identity information and the curiosity of the tasks mentioned by Ward and the old man downstairs made Haibo ignore some things.

He rushed straight to the innermost room on the third floor of the library. Under the guidance of Wright's remaining memory, he bent his two fingers and knocked on the door three times lightly.

"Dang, dang, dang."

"Please come in." The thick voice of a middle-aged man came from the door.

After carefully pushing open the wooden door, Haibo recognized the man sitting on the cowhide sofa at a glance.

He wore a standard military green Socra army uniform and wore badges such as "Longsword Hammer" and "Socra City Heroes" on his chest.

His hair was half black and half white, and his wrinkled face revealed a courageous look. His thin figure and straight sitting posture all reflect that he is a [soldier] who has been fighting on the front line all year round.

George Socrates, one of Haibo's bosses, did not tell him anything else in his memory.

"Wright, right. Although I shouldn't have done this to you just completed the task, you made a mistake and now you need to correct it and repent."

George scolded Haibo with a gloomy face. He slowly stood up, took off the white gloves from his hand and pulled Haibo out of the room.

Is Mr. George the murderer of Wright? Or is he related to Wright's death?

Haibo's brain was running rapidly, thinking about the status quo through the observation from the corner of his eye.

However, George's next move made him temporarily relax. At least, George was not hostile to him.

"You forgot to salute the hero, Wright. I have warned you more than once that whenever we see the statue of the hero set up by the committee in the Holy City of Socra, we, as members of the army, will salute.

Whether it is me, an old person with the title of general, or you, a new guard who has been transferred from the outside area, you must not forget it.

We forget the heroes, we forget the Sunnese Empire, and we betray our city. Do I need me to teach you this?" George scolded sternly.

What structure do I belong to the Guard? Is the City or the National? But even this is a very important information.

Before Haibodo could think about it, George's stern voice came again.

"Let, look at it, I will teach you again. I will remember that you have just arrived in the Holy City of Sogra for a few days. I will not punish you, but you will not be so lucky next time!"

Under George's guidance, Haibo came to the center of the city library, where statues made of copper were erected. It seemed that the carving content was about five humans, but their background was dim, and it was not known whether the material was old or intentional.

Everyone's clothes, such as the guard uniform with the "Long Sword Hammer" medal, the consul's dresses covered with medals or the uniform uniforms of uniform troops, are very clearly carved.

But the human face became blurry without exception, and the facial features seemed to be rubbed together.

Haibo took off the silver-white that the guards wore on a daily basis and wore a hat with the Socra City Medal in the middle.

He followed George to bow to the five statues erected in the center of the third floor of the library, and shouted words such as "I salute you." and tried to learn about the background of the city.

"This is an unsung hero. He has no name, but at the beginning of the virus outbreak, he detonated gunpowder on the road to the old Cruzd Empire, providing time for the evacuation of personnel and the construction of shelters in our country. If it were one or two days later, it would be hard to say whether the city of Socra would exist." George said, pointing to the first statue with his bow standing.

Immediately afterwards, George pointed to the second one and stood straight, pointing his right hand towards the statue in the distance and said:

"He was the first administrator of the Sunnese Empire after the outbreak of the 'Innocent Virus'. When humans were constantly changing into lost people, it was he who proposed a defensive strategic point, fought for traffic lines, and gave up the defense policy that allowed our Sunnese Empire to retain dozens of large and small city strongholds in the wasteland.

The holy city of Socra is not only our capital, but also the only city with a complete structure.

I guess that we are probably the only ones in the western countries of the mainland now have such cities.

So he is the pioneer of our city and country, and we deserve to pay tribute to him.”

Haibo learned George's way and bowed deeply to the second hero.

"Now, Wright, have you realized your mistake?" George asked with a little blame after getting up.

"Uh, I know. I should always keep my respect for heroes. Without them, there would be no future for us." Haibo replied rare from the bottom of his heart.

He is a realistic person, but he has never been "real" when he meets a hero.

Just as Haibo was about to bow to the subsequent statue, George waved his hand to signal him to stop.

Immediately afterwards, he sighed, shook his head slightly, and pulled Haibo back into the room.

After briefly explaining the purpose, George pulled down a black copper chair, but Haibo did not treat him like this.

Looking at Haibo's cautious appearance, George did not maintain his previous seriousness and anger, but instead calmed down, and smiled and took the gift that Uncle Ward commissioned Haibo to bring with him.

After all, it is a mechanical thing made by a well-known craftsman. In this steam city, not many people don’t like him. Even the gift itself is not something that many people can resist.

Haibo and George didn't have much conversation next, except for a brief talk about the previous tasks and the next arrangements.

In addition, he borrowed a heavy red book, "Socratic History", and a small bag of "living supplies" brought to him by George.

Not much talk, after thanking George, Haibo staggered back to the dark and closed room before.

"It's better to have a small house." Haibo sighed while lying on the small bed.

Looking at the already dim environment outside, Wright's memory told him that this was the prelude to the arrival of night.

Information, or information. From George, I have already obtained some basic information about myself and the world, and the rest should be hidden in this history book.

I must understand all of these, otherwise I can use history to make excuses at the beginning. If it is revealed over time, if I know that I am a time traveler, I still don’t know how I will be treated here.

Maybe it is possible to do some weird experiments.

Thinking of this, Haibo took off the guard's work uniform and changed into a simple linen shirt.

Immediately afterwards, he sat next to a dark metal mechanical short table, opened the heavy red cover with the title of the Sunnese Empire, and began to obtain information from the history books.

In legend, this world was built by the great Creator. He was mysterious and ordinary people could not spy on his existence through any means, otherwise he would punish him to annihilate the man.

The Creator created the orderly gods. According to the common records of legends and reality, there are more than 230 gods, and each god has been numbered.

Due to the habit of getting from nowhere, gods can only call their titles and cannot call them directly, so that their names gradually become a mystery. For example: Lord of the Dark Night, Goddess of the Dragon Clan, Goddess of the Light, the chooser, etc.

If ordinary people master mystery and magic, they may be promoted to a demigod, while those born with demigods may be able to carry the order of gods.

It is now the 527th year of the New Yuan calendar. Before the opening of the New Yuan Dynasty, an unknown mysterious virus was born due to the war between the two empires on the northernmost and easternmost sides of the mainland.

Some people call it "virus", and some contacts of the magic source power of the previous era call it "some kind of mysterious and extraordinary power."

Anyone who is infected with this "virus" will be swallowed by the power of the dark night and become a kind of unintentional person.

The original heart changed into a mechanical thing, and their bodies also degenerated into bloodthirsty beasts.

If normal humans are bitten by unintentional people or are stained with contaminated blood, they will also join them.

In addition to the unintentional people, there are also a kind of monsters wandering on the continent that are enemies of humanity, called the Lost.

Compared with unintentional people, they retain a certain consciousness and will choose whether to hunt humans according to their needs.

Before the mutation, they were usually "extraordinary people" or magicians who had been exposed to the basic magic power of the magic source power. Therefore, under the erosion of the "virus", they were able to maintain basic rationality.
To be continued...