Chapter five hundred and forty-ninth different perspectives
Novosibirsk, the capital of the Siberian region.
This is the largest city in the entire Siberian region of Russia and the third largest city in Russia. It is also the city where the Budeker Institute of Nuclear Physics, where Alexei works, is located. It has many factories and universities with Russian names.
"Wait! Moscow?! Aren't we going to a tavern to sign a contract?"
Alexey looked at Frank inexplicably, with an ominous premonition in his heart.
Before that, he had always thought that the pub Frank mentioned was located somewhere in this city.
"Yes, is there any problem? Tianming's branch in Russia is in Moscow."
Frank nodded in a matter-of-fact manner, glanced at Alexey who was a little nervous, smiled suddenly with realization, held the piece of graffiti paper in his hand and patted the back of the middle-aged man's hand gently, while looking at his watch, he explained
road.
"Don't worry. For long-distance travel, portkeys feel much better than Apparition. Five, four, three..."
"Why can't we take the train..."
"Because the agreed time for negotiation is half past eight, the train will definitely not be able to make it in time. Two, one!"
Before Alexi had time to protest, he felt as if there was a hook behind his navel, and with an irresistible momentum, he suddenly hooked forward, and he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up.
He could feel Frank beside him, the back of his hand glued to the scribbling paper, the comical comic paper dragging them forward amid the whistling wind and swirling colors, and then—
—
It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed that only a second passed. Their feet fell heavily to the ground. Alexey felt that his legs were a little weak, and he staggered forward. Fortunately, he had a pair of strong legs.
She put her arms in front of her to hold him up, preventing him from falling directly to the ground.
Alexei turned his head and saw Frank standing firmly on the ground. Except for his hair that was a little messed up by the wind, his face had no abnormal color. Then, an unpleasant smell of urine penetrated Alexei.
Kesai's nose was so frightened that the man glanced down subconsciously. Well, he did it... Fortunately, it wasn't him.
…
"I said you wizards, can't you choose a slightly better teleportation point?"
"Sorry, public toilets are the best at hiding. At least there won't be any cameras here."
Looking at the surprised eyes of the homeless man who stayed overnight in the toilet, Frank and Alexei pushed open the toilet cubicle door, argued fiercely in a low voice, and walked towards the extremely quiet commercial street.
Arbat Street is a very famous place in Moscow.
This avenue, located in the historical center of the Russian capital, is one kilometer long. According to records, it already existed as early as the 15th century. It is one of the oldest existing streets in Moscow.
Of course, Arbat Street is also one of the favorite business districts for foreign tourists and locals.
Whether it is a street bar or card bar decorated with flowers, or an elegant and simple street lamp with a round glass lampshade next to a Russian classical building, or a tall, slender and plump Russian girl and a sunny, handsome Russian boy, they are all the same.
The flowing scenery.
The location where Alexei and Frank arrived now happened to be a public toilet next to the bar area on Arbat Street. No one would realize that there were suddenly two more guests from thousands of miles away in the city.
Of course, the more important thing is that the entire street was silent at this time.
All the shops were closed, and not a single soul could be seen on the streets. The whole city was shrouded in silence, with only the street lamps on the roadside still faithfully emitting soft light.
Alexei lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was 8:03 in the morning, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Frank, listen to me, there is something wrong with the agreed time you mentioned before."
"Okay, this is it."
Ignoring Alexei behind him, Frank stood in front of a flower shop, waved to Alexei, stuffed a piece of parchment into the middle-aged man's hand, and looked around with a little vigilance.
Said excitedly.
"Read it quickly and remember what it says."
"No, Frank, listen to me...well, what is this..."
Alexey frowned and lowered his head to look at the piece of parchment in his hand. The handwriting on it was particularly graceful and small, which reminded him subconsciously of himself in the textbook of his daughter Danilova, who was still in elementary school. The content on it was very
Simple:
[The Bolshevik Hammer Tavern is located at No. 13, Arbat Street, Moscow.]
"The... hammer of the majority?" Alexei repeated with a strange expression.
"Just remember it, don't read it out loud."
Frank interrupted Alexe's question with a nervous look on his face. He stretched out his hand and took away the parchment in his hand. The wand hidden in his wrist touched the paper lightly. Alexe saw it from the corner of his eye.
, the writing on the paper seems to be gradually fading away.
Immediately afterwards, the parchment began to disintegrate little by little and disappeared, turning into a wisp of dust and floating in the wind.
"The confidentiality work is done well. It would be more mature if we could be more careful in selecting personnel."
Alexey raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and did not continue to dwell on this unscientific matter. He raised his head and looked at the surrounding shops. They were standing directly in front of a flower shop, with a big door number written on it.
12.
On his left is a shop selling Russian matryoshka dolls, No. 11. And on his right is a shop selling paintings and pendants with Russian matryoshka doll patterns, No. 14, only the note is missing.
The No. 13 pub I went to.
After glancing at Alexi, who was full of confusion, Frank had an unfathomable look on his face.
"I know you're confused, now you just need to..."
"Will objective reality be affected by the observer, thus affecting the results...Magic is so interesting."
Alexey looked past Frank, looked ahead with a bit of amazement at the tavern door that suddenly appeared out of thin air between shops No. 12 and No. 14, and said softly in a tone that was sure to be true.
Judging from the visual effect, it seems that an extra house suddenly expanded, squeezing out the surrounding things on both sides. However, the surrounding streets have not changed at all, but according to Alexey's understanding, this is probably because he is in
When observing, there are a little more "information flow" variables than before.
"So, should we just walk in like this now?"
Alexey walked up the stone steps, looked back at Frank, whose cheeks turned red as if he was holding his breath, pointed to the newly transformed door in front of him, and asked with some confusion.
"If I were to guess, what password, password...or magic spell should be needed?"
There is no keyhole or mailbox hole in the door, only a round metal engraving in the center.
"...Yes, you still need a password."
Frank replied dejectedly, curled his lips and walked over, took out his wand and tapped lightly on the door.
The next moment, Alexei saw that the round metal sculpture suddenly started to move. Two large circles appeared above the ring, and a downward standard equilateral triangle appeared below the ring.
ovo: "Who am I?"
Frank cleared his throat and spoke clearly to the round, fat metal sculpture.
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With a metallic sound from the chain, the door creaked open automatically.
Compared with the simple exterior decoration, the scene inside the bar was completely beyond Alexei's expectation. The first thing that caught his attention was the completely unscientific spacious space inside, and the man sitting at the front desk wearing a
Strange creature with a monocle.
Noticing the noise coming from outside the door, the goblin on duty raised his head and said expressionlessly.
"Moscow time, 05:06 in the morning, appointment person Frank, two people. You are early."