Rachel's gaze was fixed on the bookstore in the mirror, and his fingers gently turned the small knob on the frame of the glasses.
Compared to before, his movements were more careful and cautious.
The extremely delicate button drove the device that was too complicated for ordinary people to understand and activated the function of the glasses. The pointer on the button crossed a precise scale, and the time in his field of vision began to flow and gradually rewind.
The dust rolled back, the walls were mottled, the sun and moon alternated, day and night exchanged, and the wind, frost, rain, and snow flowed between the eaves and the bells of the bookstore. Everything was retreating.
That's right. Rachel chose to backtrack only the bookstore itself, not the owner of the bookstore who gave him an extreme sense of danger.
Although he was very interested in this mysterious person who suddenly appeared and the legendary mysterious book collection in this bookstore, he would not do the unwise thing of killing the cat with curiosity.
Directly investigating an unknown mysterious existence was an extremely dangerous thing to do. The slightest carelessness could lead to terrible consequences.
Even though he had become a god, Rachel still knew that he should not fall into foolishness because of arrogance.
The more he knew, the more he understood his own insignificance.
Curiosity was a necessary quality for a scholar, and so was the restraint of curiosity.
He could use this pair of glasses called "Witness" to backtrack the history and past of a fixed object or a person, but he would not try to do it to someone of the same level. Remember the URL: m.9biquge.com.
Spying on the past of others, no matter what the purpose was, was a great offense.
Once discovered, the two sides could basically speed up to the point of no return.
Therefore, Rachel chose to backtrack through the building of the "bookstore." While avoiding direct contact, he used the "Witness" closest to the owner of the bookstore to observe from the side.
Maybe he could find some clues from it.
With this idea in mind, Rachel stared at the bookstore that was gradually changing in the picture.
The original prototype of the "Witness" was the scholar's spell identification and trace backtracking. He combined various identification methods and organized them to form this device.
Through the development trajectory of the current thing at the moment, the state of the previous moment was reversed, and the process was repeated. Finally, a shadow of the "past" could be obtained.
Therefore, not only could it backtrack the thing itself, but it could also obtain the specific situation at the time.
The scale moved slowly.
Time flowed back. One hour, one day, one month …
In the beginning, there was nothing out of the ordinary about the bookstore. Under the changing lights and shadows, the bookstore looked completely ordinary.
However, he could still see some things that had happened in the past through the cracks of time.
Rachel saw that the hole in the door of the bookstore had been repaired. From the traces on it, he could see that the pursuit had failed. The blood of a Dark Elf had splattered everywhere. It was a one-sided suppression.
"Gabriel's aura … it comes from the false god of the Dome Church. How pitiful."
Rachel naturally knew the fate of his companion. He did not expect that even the God-slaying Beast that he had "abducted" back then had become someone else's pet.
Then, he saw that the decorations in the bookstore were constantly being modified, and the traces left behind by different customers … People from different forces were appearing one after another. It was as if the entire Nuo Jin's supernatural power was operating with the bookstore as the center.
Rachel narrowed her eyes.
In this era where these old guys were all hiding in the dark, the bookstore was like a dazzling sun, attracting the light of other fireflies and digging out their potential.
"The owner of this bookstore is ambitious … It seems that not only does he want to control and subvert the forces of Nuo Jin, but he also wants to take advantage of the other races."
"What is his purpose?"
"From the current signs, there is a trace of intention to go against the Road of the Fire Sword. Could it be that he wants to stop us from exploring the depths of the Dream World?"
Rachel muttered to himself. Then, his eyes flashed. "No matter what he wants to do, my work will never be given to others … What a perfect creation. As long as I can get her, my path will definitely take another step forward."
"In Michael's book, God created Adam with mud. I will imitate him to create humans and complete the miracle. In this way … I will be God!"
There was a light of determination in his eyes. However, in the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of shock and even fear.
Through the glasses, the bookstore in his field of vision was shrouded in a dark and rainy night.
The storm hit everything in the world. All the raindrops went against the flow, and the ripples on the water gathered and retracted. There was a dim yellow light in the bookstore, and outside the bookstore, there was a flood that was spreading and becoming shallow.
At a moment when lightning cut through the sky and illuminated everything.
A vague black silhouette of a human figure was reflected in the window of the bookstore's wooden door.
It was as if it was someone's shadow.
However, there was no one outside the door. There was also no one inside the door.
At this moment, the bookstore was empty. There was nothing. There were no books on the bookshelves, and the owner of the bookstore was not in front of the bookshelf.
There was only that strange, dark silhouette.
The intermittent voice passed through the rain of time and space and reached Rachel's ears.
"Ah, it's you. You're here …"
Rachel stood up abruptly. The strength was so great that it directly turned the chair into powder with a bang.
His pupils constricted as a chill spread from his back. He felt as if he was in the middle of that rain. The surrounding air was cold and damp, and the heavy rain was pouring down, smashing down on his head and face, causing his breathing to become heavy and rapid.
This voice … It was the owner of the bookstore!
And this sentence, this sentence that seemed to have met an acquaintance, was said to him!
"No! Impossible! "
Rachel shook his head and retreated. Although he tried to calm down, it was difficult to hide the fear on his face.
This was clearly a shadow that traced back to history. How could it be, how could it be talking to him?!
But … where was the owner of the bookstore?
Why did he suddenly disappear?
Rachel's expression suddenly froze. As if he couldn't control himself, he stared at the silhouette on the window.
The voice of the owner of the bookstore continued, "Are … you … looking … for me … where?"
"He's really talking to me! Could he be … this silhouette?! "
This terrifying fact made Rachel's breathing stagnate, and his heart constricted. Then, he felt that his vision was like a flower screen, suddenly flickering and blurring.
"You — where are you?"
The question of the owner of the bookstore seemed to be whispering in his ear. It was so close that it made his hair stand on end. It was as if he could even feel the breath.
Rachel froze in place, trembling as she saw it.
The dark silhouette moved. It stretched out its hand, raised it, and pointed at him across the non-existent space and time.
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