Psychic

"Are you here to wait for me?" So the next moment, she foolishly spoke to a cat, as if she believed it could answer her. The black cat, of course, did not answer her but narrowed those extremely beautiful cat eyes, it lowered its head, placed the pocket watch on the ground, raised its right front paw, licked its paw, and then washed its face.

Only when she spoke did she realize that she was subconsciously speaking Vridhirc, the main language of the current kingdom as if she was influenced by the instincts left in her original body. She tried to open her mouth and repeat the words in English quietly, confirming that she could still speak English, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

Esme Crane took the bread and sausage and scanned the interior of the worker's workshop, which was dark with only a little light and the smell of iron filings to her nose. The hearth, as she thought, still had embers left in it, giving off warmth.

The cat led Esme Crane to the backyard of a single stone house, Esme Crane froze for a moment before she realized that this was her "home". She couldn't help but wonder, this cat knows her home is here, is it psychic?

Esme Crane found that it was a small female cat, well-behaved and lovely, who not only saved her but also followed her all the time and guided her, which made the lonely Esme Crane seem to find the only companion in this strange world.

She leaned against the hearth, covered with the dirty leather apron Calvin wore when he beat iron, and closed her eyes, intending to take a nap, she did not dare to sleep, in a few hours it will be dawn, once the dawn, she had to go, can not let people find her presence. The cat jumped on top of her knees and curled up nicely to rest with her.

Esme Crane's face felt cold, and she realized she was in tears. She wiped away the tears again in silence, telling herself repeatedly that it was useless to cry, that it was not her style to be weak and impotent. She had always been a tough student at school, convinced that reason could overcome anything.

Looking up, she saw a long string of salami hanging from the window frame, and she couldn't help but rejoice as she struggled to get on her tiptoes to rip off two sections, and then she re-covered the window. She circled the yard and followed her memory to the worker's workshop by her house, and threw herself through the unlocked window, and just as she was about to close it, the cat jumped in with her through the window.

The little piece of bread left over was her brother. The boy had been changing his teeth in recent years and could not bite the hardest part of the bread, so the rest of the bread would become his father's breakfast the next day.

"Shall I call you Cox?" She rubbed the cat's smooth fur and soft body, murmuring to the cat in English. At this time, the hoarse brokenness of her voice finally faded, the voice line is clear and cold like an ice spring, but it is very crisp and moving. The cat trembled in one ear as if it had agreed to her.

With this thought, her heart gradually calmed down. She took out the hot food from the hearth, broke a small piece of bread, and fed it to the cat, who sniffed it gently but looked disgusted and didn't bother to eat it.

Esme Crane looked around to make sure there were no dogs in the yard, then quietly opened the fence gate in the backyard and went in. People in the village do not have much sense of security, thieves will not come here to steal things, because here really poor to steal anything.

From memory, she went around to the kitchen window of the house. The house was silent, but there was still some light coming from the living room, the family was still awake, and Esme Crane could hear a slight whimpering and sobbing. On the night of the sudden death of a loved one, it must have been a difficult night for them to sleep.

Tomorrow morning, the family will have to rush to the cemetery to bury Esme Crane. but when they arrive at the cemetery in the morning, they will see an empty coffin, which is a huge blow to them 

Esme Crane with the cat through the village of oak, she looked at the buildings here, sparse irregular distribution of stone houses of about ten or so, mostly one-story or two-story cottages. Each building has a fenced yard, and a little life style, the front yard of the house is generally planted with flowers and plants. But the people here do not seem to be rich, the village living environment is not very good, always can smell all kinds of stench.

Mom and Dad, my teachers and friends, can I go back? I want to go back. Why did God play such a bad joke on me? She gazed at the upside-down city in the sky and couldn't take wing and fly up to the sky the next moment.

Esme Crane subconsciously followed the cat, as if the cat was leading the way ahead, trotting forward for a while, it would stop and turn its head to wait for the slow-moving Esme Crane.

According to the curfew system in the suburbs of Zocta, except for people with special professions, such as sheriffs, night patrols, and those who applied to the police for a night out permit, no one else is allowed to go out at night, otherwise, they will be brought back to the police station for punishment, even if they have not committed any crime.

Maybe would leave a corpse, maybe even the body disappeared, and the whole thing evaporated like a human being. They have worked hard for many years to raise a child, passed the judicial and civil service exams, and looking to become a glorious people's prosecutor, but at this juncture there was such a change of heart, thinking about it, Esme Crane's heart seemed to be strangled by a knife like pain, so much so that her nose was sore and her eyes were red.

Finally, she just picked up the pocket watch and pressed it open, seeing the familiar 12-frame ring dial, with the second hand ticking and the hour and minute hands pointing to 10 and 17 respectively, the time now being 9:21 p.m.

She sat by the hearth, staring at the embers, the cat crouched at her feet quietly with her. A memory of her father, Calvin, the worker, used to leave the fire in the hearth after a day's work, saying it was easier to start work as soon as possible the next morning.

Although the Esme Crane now has no friendship with the family after the soul, but still very hard to feel. Maybe it's the instinct of this body, maybe it's her own emotions at work. She couldn't help but think of her parents, who suddenly crossed over in the library, not knowing what the consequences would be.

Hunger interrupted her sad repression, she wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. Crying could not solve the problem, only reason and wisdom could save her. No matter what, the goal at the moment is to survive, first find food to fill the stomach and sleep well. Tomorrow she will think of a way, there will be a way, and she must survive in this world.

She gritted her teeth and quietly opened the kitchen window which was not locked, she looked carefully at the stove below the windowsill and saw a small half piece of leftover bread sitting there, about the size of an adult male head, she quietly took it away, black in appearance, held in her hand like a hard, cold stone.

This is the first unprecedented challenge in her life, Voltaire said: without great difficulties, there will be no great cause.

According to the time point of this world, the aircraft should have appeared, she is not without a chance to go back.

In any case, she could not survive as a "dead person" in a society of acquaintances who knew each other for miles and miles, and she had to find a way to enter the main city of Zocta, the capital of the Mhadrrith Empire, a metropolis of three million people.

This bland reaction was as if it was mocking Esme Crane's foolishness. Esme Crane, who was a cat person in her previous life, had some difficulty in suppressing the love she felt in her heart and wanted to pet the black cat, but she had a deeper fear of the black cat and was afraid to touch it.

She gently gathered the black cat and closed her eyes, calculating that once the day dawned, she crossed Emerson and went to Emerson town center on the west coast of Emerson. According to the original owner's memory, she had a very close friend from school, Ann, who lived in Emerson town center and was the cook of the town's church, the Church of the Brethren. This friend of hers was an avid occultist and might be able to accept the fact that she had come back from the dead, and she had to go to her and ask for her help.

She was hungry and thought the black cat could find food on its own, so she stopped caring about the black cat and ate all the bread and sausage in small bites with a cup of hot water, not knowing if her sense of taste had not fully recovered, she only felt tasteless. After eating, her body finally warmed up.

She took the large iron jar that her father Calvin had left in the workshop for drinking water, scooped a large cup of water from a side iron bucket and shoved it directly into the embers of the hearth, and heated the salami and bread on top of the jar to soften them.

Then let's set a small goal to find the aviator first.

Damn, how did she cross into a world so similar to England to, well at least wear to France ah! She couldn't help but inwardly spit out.

Only by drowning in the sea of people could she gain room for survival.

The original owner, Esme Crane, was found dead under a factory chimney this morning, and the sheriff initially determined that she committed suicide in the early hours of this morning. Esme Crane was buried in the late afternoon, and her parents and brother returned home, leaving the sheriff and the grave man to guard Esme Crane's body overnight.