How to Stop the Villain from Going Crazy
Translator: Fuyu
Chapter 4 - Should she believe those words? (2)
Bo Li looked at the journal again.
The original owner and Erik were both at the bottom of the hierarchy in the circus. The only difference was that Erik was more talented than the original owner. He was better at stealing and knew more things, so she was the lowest of the low. Neither Mike or that old woman liked her.
So as time went on, the original owner came to hate Erik and even hoped that Erik would be punished instead of her.
And so, she stole Mike's gold pocket watch and framed Erik.
The original owner was very cautious. She didn't keep the watch. Instead, she buried it in soil. Unexpectedly, the gold pocket watch suddenly returned to her like a cursed object.
It was at that time that her mental state began to deteriorate. She felt that Erik was watching her and was going to kill her. Terrified, she threw the gold pocket watch in the swamp, but it came back the next day.
That was the last journal entry. Either the original owner had gone insane and stopped writing, or she had transmigrated here after that journal entry.
Anyone who read this journal would think that Erik was an extremely patient hunter. He calmly played with the original owner like a cat playing with a mouse.
If Erik had the ability to scare a person into insanity, then why did he let Mike tie himself to a horse and be dragged? And if he didn't have that ability, how could she explain the words written in the journal and on the tent? It wouldn't benefit the original owner to describe Erik as a monster.
Most importantly, why did the gold pocket watch keep coming back? Or could it be that the original owner buried something else instead of the pocket watch?
Bo Li was slow to come to a conclusion.
In any case, she finally knew what era she was in. 1888. By the late 19th century, the second industrial revolution had begun. No wonder the original owner could afford to keep a journal. By this time, there were paper mills.
Bo Li put down the journal. She felt at a loss.
What should she do next?
The original owner had stolen Mike's gold pocket watch and framed Erik. Erik was horribly tortured by Mike.
Most importantly, the gold pocket watch was still with her.
She was trapped in a dilemma and had nowhere to go.
If she sought refuge with Mike, the gold pocket watch would become a ticking time bomb.
If she tried to win Erik over to her side…
Bo Li lowered her eyelashes.
Every word from the original owner was a reminder to beware of Erik. At any time, Erik could kill her.
However, from the perspective of a bystander, she felt that Erik was more valuable and more worth winning over than Mike or any other person in the circus. The only question now was, how could she win him over?
At this moment, a loud noise interrupted her thoughts.
Startled, Bo Li quickly hid the journal, walked over to the tent's entrance, and looked out.
She saw a group pushing and shoving each other as they came towards the direction of her tent. The air was filled with the disgusting stench of alcohol, sweat, and cheap tobacco.
"Did this thing really fall from the sky?"
"Do you guys think it's guarded by magic?"
"If it's magical, you wouldn't have been able to pick it up."
"I meant the magic you see in cities. Have you been to Fifth Avenue? There's a guy who put lightning in a glass ball… When night comes, it lights up! It's so bright!"
"Isn't that just a gas lamp?"
"Idiot, I'm talking about an electrical lamp. It's far more advanced than a lousy gas lamp!"
She knew that electrical lamps became widespread around 1888. It seemed that she really did transmigrate back to the late 19th century.
Wonderful. Bo Li silently sighed in relief. If she had transmigrated back to the Middle Ages, where people used arsenic and leeches to whiten their faces, she might as well choose death.
In the next moment, she saw what that group of people were holding, and her eyes widened.
Wait, wasn't that her mountaineering backpack?
What was going on?
She had transmigrated into a crossdressing girl's body. Why did her backpack come along? Did that mean… she could still return to her world?
In the darkness, that group gathered around the campfire and carefully examined her backpack.
Someone took out a dagger and scratched at it twice, but since the backpack was made of cut-resistant fabric, those scratches only made shallow marks. That person felt the bag was eerie. He turned his head, spat, and left the campfire.
However, the others remained curious and didn't give up on trying to find ways to open the backpack.
Fortunately, her backpack had a hidden clasp that would be difficult for even modern people to open it without knowing where it was. People in the 19th century would have an even more difficult time.
Half an hour later, that group finally gave up. They cursed and tossed the backpack to the side. Hugging their rifles and bottles of alcohol, they fell asleep.
As Bo Li watched this scene, her breathing gradually became uneven. Her chance had come.
She had everything in her backpack: a first aid kit, snacks, canned goods, tissues, spare phone, power bank… The other stuff wasn't important for now. She had to get her first aid kit.
If she remembered correctly, the first aid kit contained bandages, water purification tablets, energy bars, ibuprofen, electrolyte water, antibiotics, hemostatic powder, iodine, cotton swabs, emergency blanket, etc.
With these items, she could save Erik!
T/N: Next part will be posted August 10th at 9:15 PM EST.