False evidence

Chapter 100 Fifth Dimension
The sudden gust of cold wind made it impossible for me to open my eyes. In my panic, with nowhere to hide, I could only shout, "Get out of the way!"

A hand grabbed my hand, and before I could stand up, I was pulled backward and sat down on the ground.

I felt a wave of dizziness, shook my head hard, opened my eyes to see the situation, and suddenly felt a jolt.

I was no longer in the basement, but in another room.

The room wasn't large, but all the furniture and decorations were not modern.

I sat on the floor in the middle of the room, and everything I saw gave me a strange feeling of being in an old era.

"Hey, how did we end up here?"

I was startled by the sudden sound and then realized that I was still holding a small hand in my hand.

I turned my head and saw Pidan staring at me with wide, surprised eyes.

It suddenly dawned on me that we couldn't possibly move to another room all at once.

What I see before me is most likely caused by the talk of the other person!
But why did the preserved egg come along too?

The records left by Yang Wudao didn't mention anything about bringing other people into the Xiangyu realm!

Pidan tried to let go, so I quickly gripped her tighter. "Don't let go!"

"Why? Are you taking advantage of me?"

I shook my head, pulled her to her feet, and carefully looked around the room.

Pidan, being a girl, leaned closer to me and whispered, "Weren't we just in the basement? How did we end up here? This house... doesn't seem to be from modern times. Could it be that we've traveled through time?"

"Stop overthinking it, it's not time travel, it's..."

I wanted to say that this change of venue was an illusion created by the tale, not reality, but when I got to the point of saying it, I felt that it wasn't convincing.

Previously, also in the basement, I saw for the first time through divination what might happen three days later, on the 16th.

But it was still at Yan Fengwei's home.

But right now—I'm certain that his house doesn't have such a room.

"What exactly is going on?" Pidan became increasingly timid, and his voice trembled slightly.

I felt the warmth of her small hand, and all my questions vanished instantly. "This definitely isn't time travel. If I absolutely have to explain it..."

I suddenly remembered a book I had read before and asked her, "Have you ever heard of the fifth dimension?"

"What do you mean? Are you making a science fiction movie?"

"According to the traditional physics concept, we live in a three-dimensional space. Einstein's theory of relativity states that space and time can be transformed into each other. Three-dimensional space plus two time dimensions equals five-dimensional space."

I told Pidan, "All you need to know is that the fifth dimension and the three-dimensional space in reality intersect. We're still in the basement, but our consciousness has reached the fifth dimension. Everything we see here will later happen in reality..."

"Cough cough!"

Halfway through his sentence, two coughs from a man suddenly came from inside the drawn bed curtains.

Pidan shrank back in fright, and I quickly said to her, "Don't be afraid. The people in this space can't see us or hear us."

I felt a little guilty saying this, so I subconsciously lowered my voice to a level that only the two of us could hear, and pulled Pidan behind a screen.

Pidan glanced at me sideways and whispered, "I can tell now. You're not just schizophrenic, you're a complete lunatic!"

"Shh..."

I gestured for her to be quiet, and when I heard a noise, I peered through the gap between the screens.

One side of the bed curtains was parted, and a man wearing cotton underwear sat on the edge of the bed, resting his hands on his knees, and spat into the spittoon.

"Isn't that the bald guy?" Pidan, who was below me, also saw the man's face. I pulled my eyes back and tugged at her.

She looked at me with surprise and whispered, "How come the bald guy has grown hair?"

The man who sat up on the bed did indeed resemble Yan Fengwei. However, Yan Fengwei was bald, while this man had thick hair.

I couldn't answer the preserved egg's question, and my suspicions grew even stronger.

I don't find the man's attire too strange, but if it really is him, a bald man growing such long hair would take at least half a year.

Even if divination is incredibly powerful, how could it possibly see so far into the future?
Also, why do I feel that there's something strange about this room that I can't quite put my finger on?

"Are you leaving already?" A woman's voice came from outside.

I gestured to Pidan not to ask any more questions and to see how things went before making a decision.

Through the screen, one could see another woman sitting up on the bed.

She was also wearing a close-fitting outfit, nestled against the man's back like a little bird.

From this angle, I can see her profile.

This woman was not Meng Zhen. Not only was she prettier than Meng Zhen, but she was also younger than Meng Zhen, looking no more than thirty years old.

wrong!

I suddenly realized something I had overlooked earlier.

That is—not only is the woman young, but the man, although he looks very much like Yan Fengwei, is definitely much younger than Yan Fengwei!
The man still had his hands on his knees, as if he was in a daze for a moment, before he said, "Let's go, let's go early, let the family know so we can come and pick you up sooner."

The woman pressed her face against his shoulder, chuckled softly, her smile tinged with sadness: "I'll take it as you're telling the truth."

The man frowned sharply, turned around, and grabbed her chin: "What do you mean by 'take it as true'? Are you treating what I say like it's nothing?"

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief: "You really want to marry me?"

The man grew increasingly angry, but then pulled her onto his lap. "I, Lin, always keep my word, and I would never lie to my woman! When we get back, I will tell my father everything about you."

"No!" the woman said urgently, "Just let him know I exist, but whatever you do, don't tell him what I do. Otherwise, he definitely won't let me in!"

The man laughed and said, "You're overthinking it. My old man isn't as old-fashioned as you think. Besides, I couldn't possibly lie to him. And what's more, you're in this business to make a living as a con artist, unlike those money-grubbing little devils. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken a liking to you."

Seeing a misty veil over the woman's eyes, he cupped her face and gently kissed her lips, speaking tenderly yet firmly:

"Be good and wait here. I'll come and take you back by the Mid-Autumn Festival at the latest."

The woman was taken aback: "It'll take that long?"

The man gently stroked her nose and chuckled dryly, "I've left all my money here with you guys, and I still need to exchange it for the fare back to my hometown. Don't worry, even if you don't take a bus, walking will be enough for a month's round trip. I'm in a hurry to marry you, and every extra day you stay here makes me feel uneasy."

I suddenly realized why the room smelled so strongly of perfume. Judging from the man's voice, this was a brothel, a place where the flesh trade was conducted.

The woman didn't speak again, her eyes lowered as if she was thinking about something.

The man pushed her aside, stepped to the side, picked up a leather suitcase, opened it, took out a cloth bag, carefully untied it, and placed the contents on the table.

The woman, having straightened her clothes, came over and asked, "What's this?"

“It’s a Song Dynasty wind-listening bottle!” The man smiled at her. “But it’s fake.”

The woman rolled her eyes at him: "Your family has been in the antique business for generations, how could you be fooled by a fake?"

The man chuckled and pinched her cheek, saying, "Silly woman, who told you that fakes are worthless? It's hard to say whether the real Listening Wind Bottle still exists today. If it were real, it could buy half of Fengtian Prefecture! Although this bottle is a replica, it was made in Ru ware during the Tianqi period of the Ming Dynasty. Not to mention it's priceless, it would still be worth more than half the business of your street."

He carefully wrapped the bottle again and handed it to the woman: "Now I have done everything I should, but this is the one thing that absolutely cannot be easily converted into cash. I am giving it to you for safekeeping, both as a token of our love and to let you wait for me in peace."

(End of this chapter)