Infinite time travel: I am a dragon

Chapter 226 011~012
A pair of white hands were touching her head, and the slightly harsh voice came from the owner of this hand.

As the line of sight extended, Ao Mo finally saw the owner of the hand on top of his head. It was a statue, that's right, it was a statue. The statue held a gun in its hand, and looked at Ao Mo with tender eyes. silent.

Seeing this scene, Ao Mo was stunned for an instant, this statue can actually move!
"Mr. Statue, you... how are you..." Ao Mo was speechless for a moment, even his body went stiff, and his brain, which was originally in pain, felt less pain in an instant.

"You... good." The statue replied word by word, but his voice made Ao Mo feel a little uncomfortable after hearing it, although he didn't know why it happened.

"F... what happened, what, what?" the statue asked Ao Mo with caring eyes.

"It's nothing but a sudden headache just now, but it doesn't matter now." Ao Mo replied.

"No, it's okay, it's okay." The statue put down its hand on Aomo's head, and the parts of its body rubbed against each other, making the sound of stones rubbing against each other.

After the statue finished speaking, he turned his head and returned to where he was standing, his eyes staring into the distance, and the gun in his hand was also leaning on the side.

Only then did Aomo see a metal sign on the platform below the statue, on which was written the introduction of the statue, the content of which was roughly as follows:

Item number: 011
Object Class: S
Project introduction: A young soldier with a smoothbore gun and one side of his body. Someone once witnessed him using a musket to shoot birds in the air, but the bullets made of granite did not hinder the shooting of the musket also made of granite...

Ao Mo tidied up the memory fragments that suddenly appeared in her mind, and remembered some things, but these memories could not help her understand the words, so the content on the metal sign was just a decoration for her. .

Just as she was walking towards the next door, there was a loud bang from the statue, and then there was the sound of something falling to the ground and rocks rubbing against each other.

Ao Mo looked back in horror, and just in time saw the musket slowly lowered by the statue and a bird that was dead and slowly oozing blood that fell beside him.

"Why did you shoot those birds?" Aomo returned to the statue and asked.

"Because they stained my favorite uniform, that's it." Because the statue spoke in pauses, it took him a lot of time to complete such a short sentence.

"What a strange reason. Is this uniform very important to you? It doesn't seem to be anything special." Ao Mo said.

"The uniform is the life of the fighters in the battle and on the front line. To defile the uniform is to defile the soldiers, to defile the sanctity of the soldiers." These words of the statue made Ao Mo's blood boil instantly.

"Are you a soldier?" Ao Mo actually didn't know what she was talking about at this time, she didn't even know what a soldier was, she just said the word subconsciously.

Hearing this question, the statue looked up to the sky and replied with a regretful look: "It used to be, but now there is no war, I am just the defender of this city, that's all."

"A guardian... I seem to have a lot of things that need to be guarded, but I can't remember at all..." Ao Mo also looked up at the sky.

At this time, the sky suddenly darkened, as if it was responding to Ao Mo's mood.

"I hope you can remember what you want to guard as soon as possible, and guard it well, because this is your duty."

After listening to Ao Mo, she nodded heavily, and the desire to quickly retrieve her memory became more urgent in her heart. After she thanked her, she walked to the next room.

The door of the room opened with a bang, and the surroundings were very dark, but due to Aomo's own peculiarity, the darkness had little effect on her, and she could still see the surroundings clearly.

There are many musical instruments in the room, and there are all kinds of them. Then there is a short pillar in the center of the whole room. On the pillar is a small glass cover. Inside the glass cover, there is a sheet with many The paper of text lay quietly inside.

On the top of that pillar, there are two signs and a metal sign with some introductions to this paper. As for the sign, it is a sign of no touching and a sign of no viewing.

Aomo didn't know what those marks meant, but for some reason, there was an impulse and a melody in her mind. Under the influence of the impulse, she looked at a very sharp knife on the nearby table, and then looked To the paper placed in the glass cover.

Ao Mo felt that her brain started to become a little fuzzy, but her body began to move by itself. She didn't want to do all the movements, but her body did it anyway.

After I don't know how long...

Tick-tack, tick-tack.

Ao Mo finally woke up, her complexion was pale at this moment, staring at the paper in the opened glass cover in front of her in a daze.

As for the ticking sound, it was the blood flowing from Aomo's finger, which had already dripped on the ground and turned into a blood-red puddle, but the wound on Aomo's hand soon recovered to its original state.

The paper in Aomo's hand was covered with black and new dark red symbols that she didn't know the meaning of at all.

"Did I just use my own blood to paint this paper with these unknown symbols?" Ao Mo looked at his hands in disbelief.

Then see the following information:
Item number: 012
Object Class: E
Item description: 012 must be placed in an iron box, hung from the ceiling, and kept at least 2.5 meters away from the floor, walls, and any entrances and exits. 012 is an unfinished movement...

Ao Mo couldn't understand the words on it, so it is not correct to say that she was completely unaware that this movement appeared here.

"This piece of paper doesn't seem to be of any help to my memory. I'd better go to the next room to have a look."

Due to the particularity of the Aomo blood race, her complexion has returned to normal at this time, although there is still some paleness, but that is the characteristic of the blood race.

Before heading to the next room, Ao Mo glanced back at the piece of paper and the surrounding musical instruments for what they were to her.

library times~
(To be continued)
(End of this chapter)