"Here, the specific information you want."

...

In the bar, leaning against the pool table, Arthur with long brown hair yawned while saying, "Look at it slowly, I'll have to make up for my sleep all night."

As he said, he leaned back and lay directly on the pool table. He didn't notice a hard ball on it, and accidentally hit his waist. He straightened up with pain, and then grinned.

Shir looked down at the stack of documents, flipped through a few pages, and nodded at him: "Thank you."

I really need to thank him, because most people can't get the stack of things in their hands.

The guy in front of me who has long hair and looks like a rock young man is actually a top student in MIT. Although he dropped out of school halfway, he is still very proficient in computer technology.

When Charles learned that he had such a skill, he asked him to help check the information about his "hometown", and the stack in his hand was the result.

I have been thinking about the result for several days.

Looking at the stack of things, Charles felt uneasy. Faced with his thanks, the young Arthur rubbed and said depressedly: "No need to thank you, don't forget to play with that dagger for two days."

"No problem, you can pick it up anytime." Charles answered very simply.

...

For the time being, Charles lives in this small bar.

Because of his special "original origin", the bar owner's wife and daughter took him in for the time being and provided him with a normal set of laundry changes. Charles didn't want to owe them favors, so he gave the robe he originally wore to the boss's wife to thank him.

This is not a bad taste. In fact, the robe is not a simple object, either in workmanship or materials, and you can see it clearly at a glance.

More importantly, his belt was inlaid with several purple gems, which were very valuable in this era.

The boss's wife Ellen is obviously a good person, so after accepting the special gift, he was not only happy that he would stay here for a while, but even asked him for a lot of money.

This is actually a helping hand, but the clothes are mainly retro style, which is very suitable for her hobbies.

It is easier to find Arthur's help now, and a dozen beer is enough.

When Shahr was doing dirty work last night, the information needed was plundered by the hacker master. However, the information was not very detailed, and it was not possible for Shahr to truly recognize whether this world was the one in his memory.

So Charles took the Valyrian dagger he was hiding closely as a condition to make him investigate in depth again - Charles was not treated well when he first came, so Arthur naturally knew the existence of the dagger and was full of curiosity.

...

"Facts have proved that the efficiency is very high." At this time, there was no one in the bar. He sat on the chair in front of the bar, looked down at the stack of information, and Charles took a deep breath.

There is a lot of information in this stack of information, but Charles mainly pays attention to three people.

Xia Qichao, Wen Yuya, and their only daughter-Xia Anya

That's right, only daughter.

In this stack of information, the records about parents are different from those in Charles' impression, and the family members are far different.

"He"'s father changed from a teacher in an elementary school to a university professor, and his mother changed from a company manager to a legal representative of a building materials company.

"He" not only has one more brother, but also two more grandmothers.

These are all secondary. The main thing is that an only daughter actually came out of "his" family?

He is only child, but he doesn't have a sister or something.

"Or, she is me in this time and space?"

Frowning and thinking, looking at the familiar photos above, Charles never felt any intimacy in his life.

Finally he sighed.

"They're not what I'm looking for."

Thinking of this, but when he saw a phone number after the information, he still couldn't help but feel his mind.

So Charles finally found the boss lady who was sorting out the goods in the back room of the bar.

"Eren, can you lend me a cell phone to use?"

"Of course." The boss lady who was squatting on the ground counting the reserves was very happy. He heard this and took out his cell phone and handed it to Charles: "Are you going back to China?"

"Unsure." Shire replied: "And I don't have a passport, and anything to prove my identity."

"You can ask your embassy for help."

"Let's talk about it." Charles shrugged.

If it is really not the world where he was born, then what's the use of going back? Staying here to find the truth of the world is the truth.

Just like in the Ice and Fire, he was forced to participate in the plot as soon as he arrived. Although he was still confused at the moment, Charles believed that if this was really a shuttle door world, then the plot would basically be here.

Or, it is more likely than another continent.

...

Leaving the bar, coming outside, looking up at the clear sky, Charles took a deep breath, and then pressed the dial button on the feature phone familiarly and unfamiliarly.

Some of them were born with their hands, but they were not unable to take care of themselves. After dialing the number, they immediately pressed their ears tightly, and beeped in the phone a few times, and the opposite side was connected.

"Hey? Who?" A slightly hoarse young woman's voice came.

This is the phone number of the Another World Version of "His".

Hearing the sound, Charles opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Could it be that I seem to be you, so I want to confirm it?

There was no sound for a long time, and the other side was obviously impatient with it.

"If you have farts, please put it on, I'm applying a facial mask!"

"Are you Cha Anya?"

"Nonsense, I'm not Cha Anya, why are you calling me?"

"I want to ask..."

"Don't ask, I'm not interested, I won't know you if I hear the sound. I'm busy and I'm dead."

After saying that, a beep sound came from the opposite side.

After looking at the phone in his hand, Charles was speechless. At the same time, his mind felt a little confused.

There are a few familiar people, but they are not the two who gave birth to him. In this regard, Charles is not so self-indulgent, and can love the house and the U.S. and think about those "strangers".

"So, keep looking for the real world."

He sighed and was about to turn around and go into the bar and return his phone to the boss's wife, but a horn sound suddenly came from not far away.

Charles looked up and saw a black Chevrolet Impala slowly coming from the bar near the road.

Apparently the horn was just "hello", so Charles stopped in place for the time being. Not long after, the Impala drove off the road and stopped in front of him. Then the car window rolled down and a brown-haired head poked out from it: "Is there anyone called Ellen here?"

This is a young man in his twenties, with brown curly hair, a pretty face and gentle eyes.

Regarding his question, Charle nodded, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face.

However, no one noticed that his face was different. Seeing him nodding, the young man in the car turned his head and whispered something to the other person driving the vehicle. So the black car stopped here directly. The two young men then pushed open the car door and walked down.

A young man with a tall and strong figure with a pretty curly hair who had just talked to Charles. The other was a handsome young man with a slightly shorter height and a beauty groove on his chin. At this moment, his face was gloomy and his mood seemed to be very bad.

It is worth mentioning that this person is wearing an old black leather jacket, which is somewhat similar to the one given by the boss lady on Charles.

The two of them had obviously had some purpose here, so they got off the car and walked straight into the bar. The brown-haired young man nodded at Charles when he passed by, and the gloomy man suddenly grinned after looking at Charles' leather jacket similar to him.

"Good taste." He said, giving a thumbs up, and then stepped away.

Watching the backs of the two entering the bar, Charles thought.

"Winchester?"
Chapter completed!