"Wait..."
After flipping through several pages of notes, he finally hit upon something.
Punctuation and phrases are easily noticed, and due to his sensitivity honed from his daily work, Yang Siming discerned these things in the notes.
By digging even deeper, between the phrases.
Words, extremely short yet frequently appearing, began to catch his eye.
Based on their position and frequency, Yang Siming had an instinctual premonition.
This thing.
—These words were very similar to the short prepositions in modern English!
In short, this otherworldly script contained words like 'to,' 'do,' 'of.'
"It's too fitting."
"Why are they so similar..."
Yang Siming's gaze turned serious.
Those who had studied different languages generally had a keen awareness of grammar.
As someone who had traveled around the world, he was precisely that sort of person.
Thus, a bold hypothesis began to emerge.
If he could travel from Earth to this place, then was it possible that the language of this otherworld was somehow connected to Earth...
Boom—
Suddenly, a powerful clap of thunder roared right above the manor.
At the same time, it interrupted Yang Siming's train of thought.
"Hmm?"
He instinctively looked out the window, and then his attention was completely captured.
Right before his eyes, a detail he had previously overlooked was laid bare.
Outside the window—
It was a rainy night, lightning flashed, thunder rolled, and the wind howled amidst the downpour.
There were no gales that swept up the rain, but the messy night wind still carried the rain rampantly across the land.
Yet, within less than a meter of him, the scene that met his eyes was starkly illogical.
—There wasn't a single drop of rain on the window!
Anyone with a bit of common sense.
Knew that on a night of wind and rain, the rain would fall against the window.
"Heh."
"It's getting more and more interesting, huh."
Discovering a phenomenon that completely contradicted his worldview, yet lined up perfectly with the fact of his transmigration, Yang Siming couldn't help but laugh.
Mysterious powers; this was definitely some kind of mysterious power!
Welcome were such nonsensical things unconstrained by conventional wisdom, especially now when current means proved futile.
Perhaps this was his way out!
Yang Siming then stood up from his chair, released the window latch, and pushed open the window forcefully.
The rain curtain fell in slight disarray before him, like fishing nets tangled together after a catch.
And incessantly, the moist breeze, filled with moisture, rushed into the room.
And such disorganized rainfall—
When it neared the house, all of it was stopped by an invisible force two meters away.
Something imperceptible to the eye was preventing the raindrops from approaching the house!
This was the real reason there were no raindrops on the window.
Although it could be contrivedly explained with scientific knowledge, like special environmental conditions affecting the wind direction...
But placed in this context, it seemed too far-fetched.
"After all, I've traveled..."
"Better to adapt quickly when the fellow named Reality starts talking to you in declarative sentences..."
Slap—
Yang Siming slapped his forehead.
The icy touch of the palm brought him to his senses.
Yang Siming was very excited.
He liked dealing with the unknown.
In the nearly thirty years before his travels through time, the past Yang Siming had always stuck to his job—a librarian.
Or rather, a book archivist.
Although it sounded quite ordinary, compared to the usual librarians, his job was clearly different.
An average librarian wouldn't have to spend more than three hundred days a year traveling around the world, nor would they need to master all kinds of strange and special skills.
But Yang Siming had to do so because of where he worked.
It was called the "World Digital Library."
A charitable library existing in cyberspace.
His main job was to go around the world to preserve data records of various rare books' originals, ultimately uploading them to the library for public reading.
Even in the project he was working on before—
Or rather, before he was buried to death by the underground relics in the northern part of Hashimiyeh... before he crossed through time—
Yang Siming was entering precious ancient texts and images into the database from the newly discovered relics, to be made available to researchers and enthusiasts all over the world.
It was just unfortunate that he died on the spot on Earth, and his very close friends must also...
"Sigh, why think about these things."
Not wanting to let pessimistic emotions affect him, Yang Siming simply stuck his head out the window and looked around.
The villa was silent in the rainy night, with only one window lit by candlelight.
Standing by the window, he tried to take in as much of the view as possible, gleaning from this sole source of light.
Peering through the window, he confirmed that he was now on the second floor of the mansion.
Looking around, the mansion was three stories high.
His room was situated on the second floor toward the left side, likely just an ordinary bedroom.
Just as he had surmised.
Within a reasonable production environment, the previous owner of this body must have had a rather good life, at least not one fraught with worries about food and drink.
"Not bad."
After surveying the surroundings, Yang Siming nodded with satisfaction.
The structure of the house was standard and orderly, and there were no evident oddities in the room at a glance.
As a member of the housed gentry in another world, it felt good.
If the original owner's soul appeared now to serve as his fusion material, that would be even better.
Whoosh—
After the window was opened, the wind naturally began to flow in.
This made Yang Siming feel a chill.
"It's quite cold."
Quickly taking two steps to the wardrobe, he opened the doors.
He was currently wearing a set of white pajamas, which he must have just put on before bed. Considering the activities to come, he quickly pulled out a pair of trousers and a shirt to change into.
It was this action that led to a new discovery for Yang Siming.
Apart from everyday clothes, the owner of the wardrobe also had a set of gaudy Western nobleman's attire, full of late-twentieth-century European court movie style.
Compared to those old pieces of furniture, this thing was definitely worth a fortune!
After changing, Yang Siming conducted a final search in the room.
There were pitifully few useful items. Other than some metal coins locked in a desk drawer, he only found a chain of copper keys. After picking them up, there was nothing left of interest in the room.
It was time to check out the rest of the mansion.
With such a large estate, it was best to get a clear picture of the layout while it was still dark.
Being able to understand the internal structure of the house without encountering anyone was undoubtedly all beneficial without any harm to him.
Boom—
Another clap of thunder, just as Yang Siming was pushing open the door, interrupted his movement.
His hand, poised to push the door open, froze midair.
Something was amiss!
He had neglected a very important matter!