In the early morning, in the public bathroom of the hotel, Leon washed his face in front of the sink, held the sink with both hands, and looked at himself in the mirror.
The man in the mirror is about twenty years old, with deep and three-dimensional facial features, a light complexion, and side-parted hair reaching the length of his ears. His hair color is described in the language of his previous life as milk tea color, and his eye color is similar to light amber.
Although this face may not be comparable to that of a big star, the aesthetics of the previous life have no problem relying on it. Even the stubble, which has always been regarded as a shortcoming, can be called "unkempt" on such a face of masculinity”.
Will we have to live with such a face from now on?
Standing up straight, Liang estimated that this body was about 1.8 meters tall. If he didn't wear shoes, it might be one or two centimeters smaller. It was almost the same as his previous life. As for his weight, he couldn't visually measure it, but he had no belly, and his thighs were of normal thickness. There is even a little muscle line, which can be considered healthy in general, if there are no hidden diseases that are difficult to detect.
There should be no heart disease in this body... Liang touched his chest and felt his heart beating powerfully in his chest.
This is proof of being alive.
But if others discover the true situation, my life will be over...
Thinking of this, Liang's mouth twitched and he didn't know whether he should go to Wei Yin or not.
The fact is that if he doesn't go to Vining, his remaining options are to live on the streets or call the police for help, both of which are even worse.
Forget it, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and it will be straight when the boat reaches the bridge. Just take it one step at a time.
Leon buttoned up his shirt. In addition to the stained linen shirt, he also had a pair of torn trousers and a pair of old cloth shoes on his feet. There were not even socks inside, which made his feet very worn.
With his typical poor man's appearance, it's no wonder that the two police officers calmly planned to burn him alive.
After leaving the bathroom, Leon observed at the stairs and confirmed that the hotel check-out procedure was similar to that in his previous life before approaching the counter.
"Boss, check out." He handed over the key that was originally inserted in the door.
"206..." The boss took the key and recognized the writing on it, "Well, the deposit will be returned to you."
"Deposit?" Liang was a little surprised.
"5 shillings, the room fee will be deducted from it."
The boss rummaged through the drawer and found a banknote and several coins. Leon counted them. The total value of the coin named "Shilling" was 4, and the total value of the coin named "Quentin" was 2.
I looked at the price list hanging behind the boss. A single room costs 10 quid per night. In other words, quentin is the lower currency of the shilling, and the exchange rate is 12:1.
Wei Yin didn't take away the deposit before he left? Wait, could this be what he left for me on purpose?
After putting away the money, Liang took advantage of the situation and asked: "Boss, how can I get to No. 122 Griffin Street?"
"Griffin Street?" The boss thought for a while, "If I remember correctly, this street is in Jian District, close to the city center, and far away from us. You'd better take the rail car, Line 1, direct City Hall. When you get there, ask someone else."
"Okay, thank you."
When we walked out of the hotel, the morning sunshine was still soft and gentle. The sun was hanging in the east, just like in previous lives. Fortunately, there was no "two-wheeled sun".
The surrounding architectural style is similar to that of European and American developed countries in the early 20th century, and the environment is similar to the film and television dramas that Leon has watched in the past. Looking up, you can see a track set up high in the sky, and under the track are dark wires.
That should be the "rail car" the hotel owner calls it.
After walking along the aerial track for a while, Leon soon saw the platform in mid-air and the stairs leading to the platform.
At the stairwell on the ground, there was a ticket booth. A woman in a navy uniform was looking at something at her desk. Since it was still early, there was no one on either the platform or in front of the ticket booth.
Liang walked to the window: "Hello, I want to buy a ticket."
"Then you buy it." The lady didn't even raise her head.
The conductor's cold tone made Liang stunned. This service attitude was too bad.
Fortunately, there was a board hanging next to the window of the ticket booth, which looked like a rail car route map. There was a fare description at the bottom of the picture. Leon studied it carefully for a while and said: "I need a ticket to the city hall."
The conductor opened the drawer and pulled off the black ticket with a snap: "Line 1 to City Hall, 2 Quentin."
Just as he handed over the coin given by the hotel owner, the conductor took the money and put down the ticket.
This attitude...well, they definitely don't have a complaints department.
Walking up the stairs, there was a ticket inspector in front of the platform, who looked much kinder than the lady at the ticket office. After checking Leon's ticket, he reminded: "Please get off at the stop. If you get off early, you will not be refunded. If you sit past the stop
You need to pay a supplementary ticket, 1/4 Quentin 1 stop.
"Also, your ticket is for Jian District. Before the curfew, non-Jian District residents must leave Jian District. The city police have the right to arrest violators."
"clear."
He didn’t know what the curfew was like, but Leon could only agree to it pretending to understand.
After waiting for a while, with a tremor, the rail car appeared in Leon's sight. He originally thought that the rail car should be similar to the maglev train or subway in his previous life, but in fact, the rail car's carriage is more like a tram, only
One section, the body is painted gray.
After boarding the rail car, the layout of the car is exactly the same as that of a bus. There is a closed cab on the left front of the car. The seats in the front half are arranged on both sides, and people can stand in the middle. There are rows of seats in the back half.
, there are no rows of four chairs, there is an aisle in the middle.
Doesn’t this design also have the shadow of the predecessors of the time traveler?
I chose a window seat in the back row and sat down. With a bell ringing, the rail car started to move without any vibration, carrying the only three passengers in the car to the next stop.
Leon looked out the window. The city in front of him had a strong European and American style. Whether it was the buildings on the streets, the pedestrians on the road, or the clock tower protruding in the distance, they all had a unique interest. If you put aside your worries, it would feel like traveling to a foreign country.
.
Dang...dang...
The bell rang 7 times in total, and it was naturally 7 o'clock in the morning. Through the clock and calendar hanging in the hotel, Leon determined that this world also has 7 days a week, 24 hours a day, 1 hour 60 minutes, and 1 minute 60 seconds.
. However, the 365-day year in this world is actually divided into 13 months. Each month has an average of 4 weeks and 28 days. The extra day does not belong to any month, and any week is designated as a year.
The last day, "Sabbath", is subtly different from the previous life.
As the rail car moved forward, Liang soon saw an iron-gray city gate appearing in front of him, with a gate below and a sword pattern drawn above. This should be the shield area mentioned by the hotel owner.
I didn’t expect that areas of this city are actually separated by city walls.
Driving past the city wall, on the other side of the wall, the architectural style is obviously different from the previous area, more magnificent. There are patrol policemen on the street who are dressed the same as the two police officers yesterday. The intersection is not only equipped with traffic lights, but also sentry posts.
Obviously, this area is a wealthy area, subject to key controls and has good public security.
"Here comes the town hall."
The driver shouted something on the radio, and Leon got up and got out of the car, walking down the stairs to the platform.
The building suspected to be the city hall is not far from the platform. The architectural style is similar to the neoclassical style of the previous life. From the appearance, it can be clearly seen that it is divided into three sections horizontally and vertically, with a dome in the middle and six columns below. Judging from the distribution of windows,
The main body of the building is five stories high, the central part is seven stories high, and the exterior walls are made of some kind of beige stone.
Looking away, Leon's destination was naturally not this building, and his current sensitive status was not suitable for him to enter this building.
"Sir, do you want to buy a newspaper? Just half a Quentin!"
After walking a few steps, a newsboy stopped him and enthusiastically showed him the newspaper in his hand.
"Uh, no, thank you." Leon didn't have any change in his pocket, "By the way, do you know where 122 Griffin Street is?"
Hearing that the other party did not take care of his business, the newsboy was a little disappointed, but when he heard the address that Leon asked, his eyes lit up: "Are you looking for Mr. Noyes?"
"You know him?"
"Yes, that gentleman is a kind-hearted weirdo. He doesn't have to give change every time he buys newspapers, and he buys all kinds of newspapers. We are particularly happy to go to him. He often comes to us to inquire about information."
The newsboy pointed to one side of the street: "Go there, cross the two intersections, don't need to cross the road, turn directly, and you'll find Griffin Street. No. 122 is in the middle of that road."
"Thank you so much."
"You're welcome." The newsboy seemed very proud of having helped someone, and waved his hand in a pretentious manner, "When you see Mr. Noyes, please say hello to me."
Saying goodbye to the newsboy and following his directions, Liang found Griffin Street.
This street is full of villas facing the street without gardens. Many of the buildings have signboards. Some are clinics and some are law firms. They are all decorated in a similar Victorian style, giving them a sense of luxury.
Soon, Leon saw a sign that read "Absolute Agency Caspars Branch".
Is this an office or a chain store? Leon hesitated for a few seconds, and finally knocked on the door.
Dong dong dong——
The wait did not last long. Soon, with a "click", the sound of the door lock turning was heard, and Liang straightened his back subconsciously.
Although he had met the other party, he was still nervous involuntarily, as if he had just made a major decision that affected his life's destiny.
But, unexpectedly, as the door moved away, no one appeared in front of him.
"Meow~"
Liang was stunned, then lowered his head and saw a cat squatting at the door. It was a black cat, but its four paws were white, and the muzzle and nose were also white, forming a somewhat strange shape...