He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

Even in such a noisy environment, Chi Lang still accurately captured Sheffield's voice.

He had a very unreal feeling that he almost felt like he had heard it wrong.

Sheffield took his hand away from his face and took his hand instead, flattening his palm and placing a rose in his hand.

The rose that Sheffield had just picked from the rose garden.

Sheffield gently squeezed his fingers again, bending his fingers up a little bit, letting him hold the rose.

"Take it back for me," Sheffield said with a smile. "I'm going to meet the necromancer."

"Will it be okay?"

"It's okay, he's just a nobody." Sheffield took his hand with a smile in his voice, "Please take good care of my roses."

Sheffield glanced at the shadow again, the Necromancer had left, but could guess where he went. Sheffield straightened his sleeves and walked slowly into the darkness.

When Chi Lang returned to the bedroom, he first took out the withered rose bush from the vase and inserted the newly folded flower into it.

In his mind, the phrase "my rose" was replayed over and over again.

Roses, roses, roses, he felt restless when he saw roses now.

People really can't live too comfortable, too comfortable is easy to have some strange thoughts. After he solved the troubles of money, unconsciously, he began to think about deeper and higher pursuits.

Chi Lang lay on the bed and covered his head with the quilt. He rolled over on the bed and stuck his head out of the quilt again. He drank a glass of water first, then went to take a shower, and read a book calmly for a while.

He went to lie down again, then sat up again and did an eye exercise.

And pray to his eyes sincerely.

I beg you, no one is here, can you stop showing his face! Let's fight.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Sheffield's smile always appeared in front of him. Whether it is blended into the night, or the smile reflected by the sun during the day, it is separated from the almost black and white memory and becomes a colorful existence.

He suddenly felt that he was very lucky. In this world, the first person he met was Sheffield.

Chi Lang still sat up, took a few deep breaths, and started reading.

Can't sleep, Chi Lang thought, I, like, kinda like him.

Chi Lang stayed in the bedroom until seven o'clock, Sheffield didn't come back, he could only leave a note in the bedroom, and then went out.

The sky was clear outside, and all the buildings were covered with a faint golden light.

So pretty, just like Sheffield's hair color. Long thought.

While restraining his thoughts of continuing to think wildly, he walked slowly to the watch shop outside the academy.

At Ruth's request, he studied with a watchmaker here.

The watch shop is very small, only a few watches are placed on one wall, and several pocket watches are spread out on the counter, each of which is different.

In this day and age, handmade pocket watches have a refined aesthetic.

The owner took him to the workbench in the inner room. Since Chi Lang had already learned theoretical knowledge here a few days ago, today is the real hands-on operation.

He needs to take tweezers and a monocular magnifying glass to start with the grinding of the parts.

When Chi Lang held the pocket watch, he glanced at the time on the clock hanging on the wall. Then he bowed his head again and began to do the work at hand.

Chi Lang felt that something was wrong.

The watchmaker was still explaining something to him, but he couldn't hear a single voice. To be more precise, he couldn't hear the outside world.

He could hear the hands of the pocket watch turning and the rubbing of its gears.

Chi Lang held the watch in front of his eyes again. His eyes showed the structure of the watch. From the dial to the gears, all the parts seemed to be clear. As long as he concentrated, he could even see the edges of the gears slightly indistinct. smooth.

Chi Lang also naturally discovered the reason why the pocket watch was broken, and it got stuck at the junction of two gears. He took the tweezers and, instinctively, began to do the repair work.

This instinct, like eating and drinking, doesn't have to think about what to do at all.

However, this state did not last long, and Chi Lang's eyes soon became blurred again. In the blink of an eye, the pocket watch was still the same pocket watch, but he could no longer see any parts, nor could he clearly hear the sound of the hands turning.

The world in his ears became noisy again, and he heard the watchmaker ask: "Hey, why have you started repairing? I haven't finished talking yet."

The watchmaker poked his head and said, "You put your tweezers in the right place, it's just..."

Chi Lang didn't have the heart to listen to what he said anymore, he raised his head sharply and glanced at the clock, it looked like a minute or two had passed.

For two minutes, in the past two minutes, the weird state he had been through was like a hallucination.

Holding this watch, Chi Lang was completely unable to recall how he got into that state. And no matter how concentrated he is now, he cannot return to that state.

On this day, Chi Lang tried many methods, but could not return to that state. But he knew very well that in that short minute or two, he could see the structure of the pocket watch and know how to fix it.

At this time, his hands-on ability was sloppy, and the movement of repairing the watch was very, very slow.

Chi Lang thought about this and returned to the academy. He went to the laboratory first, and unexpectedly found that Les had changed his clothes.

For someone like Luth who has been out of the lab for many years, his clothes always look dirty, but this time they are neat. He also combed his thinning hair and straightened his collar.

"Are you going out?" Chi Lang asked him.

Ruth's eyes looked a little arrogant, and he replied lightly: "Go to the opera house."

Huh? Chi Lang thought it was a little strange, but he saw Les sizing him up and down again: "Seven days later... There's a good show, do you want to go with me?"

Chi Lang thought it was even more strange. Although he had heard Sheffield talk about the opera house before, he never thought that a person like Les would also go there and invite him?

"No, I probably have to spend more time in the watch shop these days." Chi Lang wanted to figure out the state of things today.

"Alright," Ruth began to organize his sleeves, "early learn the basics and enter the Magic Research Club."

"What on earth is the Magic Research Society? How do I get in?"

Luth glanced at him again: "Young man, don't always think about asking others. If you can figure out some questions by yourself, just figure it out yourself. The reason why curiosity is a beautiful desire is that it forces you to explore knowledge. ."

Chi Lang lowered his head, expressing his guilt.

Lus always said some strange and strange things, and sometimes Chi Lang had to admit that he had some truth in what he said.

"I don't answer the previous question. I can tell you how to get in," Luth yawned, "as long as you can come up with anything that is novel to this world. Whether it's a finished product or a conjecture, It's enough to be recognized by them."

After Les said this, he told him "Remember to close the door when you leave the laboratory", and then left the laboratory to go to the opera house.

Chi Lang didn't stay in the laboratory too much, he slowly walked back to the dormitory. In fact, his mind was very messy, thinking about the Magic Research Society for a while, why Luth went to the Opera House for a while, and what happened at the watchmaker today.

In this mess of thoughts, he thought of Sheffield again, and he wanted to talk about all these things with Sheffield.

Chi Lang didn't see Sheffield in the bedroom, only a note left by Sheffield - "No matter who invites you, please don't go to the opera house these days."

Strange note, and after Luth asked him out, like Sheffield knew Luth would invite him.

Chi Lang still trusted Sheffield more. He carefully folded the note and put it in the book.

Sheffield didn't come back until Chi Lang fell asleep, and when he woke up in the morning, he didn't see Sheffield, but he was sure that Sheffield had come back.

Because there is a new rose in the vase.

Chi Lang went to the watch shop, and this time, before picking up the pocket watch, he deliberately remembered the exact time. Then he picked up the pocket watch again, and as expected, he saw the structure of the pocket watch again, only the sound of the hands turning in his ears.

He even felt that he could make a new pocket watch exactly like this one.

But this state didn't last long, and when he got out again, he glanced at the time again.

A little more than a minute, excluding some judgment and watch time, the time he spent in that state was almost one minute.

Chi Lang put down his pocket watch. According to his judgment, he should only be in that state once a day.

Although in that state, he can be described as omniscient about pocket watches.

But what's the use of a minute? Even if a watch is repaired in one minute, it doesn't make much sense.

As fortunate as the soul, a thought flashed in Chi Lang's mind, what if it is not only effective for pocket watches?

So Chi Lang went to the locksmith to find a lock the next day. The moment he picked up the lock, he clearly saw the internal structure of the lock.

Although only for a minute.

According to his current information, this ability is only once a day, and only one minute at a time, and it is effective for both locks and clocks. As for whether it is effective for other mechanical products, he still needs to verify.

Although he didn't know what he could do in one minute, Chi Lang thought, let's call this state "mechanical time" for now.

Well, if it only worked for locks and clocks, he would rename it "The Fast Minute of Locks and Clocks".