On the road outside Orpington, a carriage carrying a young man slowly left here and headed for a small town called Sevenoaks.
Thanks to the skilled driving skills of the driver, the passengers in the car enjoyed a smooth enough ride experience even in poor road conditions in the countryside. After all, the shock-absorbing effect of the straw was unexpectedly good.
Yes, Calvindi was half sitting and half lying on the straw cart at this time, with his back leaning on the prickly straw and holding a copy of today's newspaper in his hand.
This is The Times in 1899. In my own time, it could have been put in a museum and treated as a cultural relic.
He raised the newspaper in his hand to block the sun, and the shadow of the newspaper was immediately printed on Carl's chest. Take a look at its contents. How can you say that he is now a man holding the history of 100 years ago.
After a brief glance, the most eye-catching headline in the newspaper immediately came into view:
On the 100th anniversary of Giacomo Casanova's death, descendants are fighting over the mysterious relic!
Protests broke out in Cuba. How will Spain deal with its former colony?
What will the stupid resistance of the Boers bring to them? The shocking secret of the Transvaal Republic!
…
Slowly putting down the newspaper, Karl didn't know what to feel.
How come this century-old news has a familiar flavor?
It’s as if what you are holding is not a newspaper printed with paper and ink, but a mobile phone with a web browser open?
Karl, who lost interest, put down his arms and covered his face with the newspaper.
Sure enough, I'd better take a nap, what a wonderful sun.
Maybe when you wake up, you can return to your warm bed in the 21st century. This is just a very real dream.
Because just one day ago, the soul in Karl's body was still a good young man living in modern times.
One afternoon, while he was reading in the city library, his eyes went black, probably due to hypoglycemia, and he fell into a coma.
When he woke up again, he had become an Englishman named Carl at the end of the 19th century, sitting in a strange magic circle on the grass in the dark night.
What's even more strange is that after the first ray of sunlight shines on the earth in the morning, the magic circle that probably brought him here disappeared without a trace, and he can't remember the magic circle in his mind at all.
appearance.
After searching to no avail, Carl had no choice but to leave the meadow and enter Orpington to sort out his memory. From this, he learned that the original owner of the body was named Calvindi, a newly unemployed scribe in London.
The reason why he was in Orpington was also very simple, because he had previously received an invitation letter from the Sevenoaks Theatre. This might be his best choice to solve the employment problem, so he left London and embarked on this journey.
A journey.
As a result, this poor man accidentally fell down on the road and suffered a serious head injury. After waking up from a coma, the owner of his body had become the current Karl.
I don’t know whether the light sleep on the carriage was comfortable or uncomfortable, but the experience was over soon.
"Young man, Sevenoaks has arrived."
Lying on the straw, Karl vaguely heard someone calling him.
He took off the newspaper covering his face and raised his body by supporting the wooden board under him. It turned out that the old man who kindly gave him a ride was looking at him with a smile on his face. The carriage stopped at some point.
"wake up?"
"Ah." It took a few seconds to wake up from the dazed state, and Karl immediately jumped out of the car and bowed to the old man.
“Thank you so much for giving me a ride!”
"Haha, what's there to be grateful for?" The old man in front of him stretched out his hand and patted Karl's body, helping him get rid of the straw on his body. "Looking at you sleeping so comfortably, I must be pretty good at driving the car."
?”
"Well, you are really..."
"Okay." Before Karl could boast about his driving skills, the old man interrupted Karl.
"Don't you still have something to do? Then go quickly."
After saying this, the old man quickly climbed into the carriage and started his journey again.
"I'm leaving too, good luck to you, young man!"
Standing there and watching the old man leave, Karl finally remembered that he had forgotten his newspaper on the old man's carriage until he was completely out of sight.
But it didn't matter. He shrugged and Karl took a serious look at Sevenoaks in front of him for the first time.
This kind of scene will not be seen anywhere on the earth a hundred years from now:
At dusk, people in this rural town have begun to rest. The farmers who worked in the fields during the day began to carry their farm tools home, and the beggars on the roadside were also packing their things and preparing to find a place to spend the night.
In such a place with a strong local atmosphere, there are actually many well-dressed gentlemen and ladies riding open carriages on the street, and people of different classes walk on the same avenue without caring.
This place called Sevenoaks is really interesting.
Controlling his curiosity to explore this place, Karl asked passers-by on the roadside about the location of the town's theater.
After passing through a not-so-busy market, he walked along the road for less than 10 minutes and arrived in front of the theater. Looking at the building in front of him, Carl only had one thought in his mind:
It's quite luxurious.
This is a very classic Baroque-style theater. The elegant white arch is located in the middle of the annular theater for people to enter and exit. Several columns made of precious stones stand on both sides, with various patterns carved on them.
The three-story theater is all gray and white, with sky-blue eaves covering the top of the theater. Neat glass windows are lined up above the theater, and there are many exquisite and beautiful carriages parked at the door.
Without even walking in, Karl knew how luxurious this place was. Even if it was not as luxurious as the London Grand Theater, it was exaggerated enough.
That's right?
After carefully recalling the memory of this body, I definitely remembered the address correctly.
How could an unemployed scribe receive an invitation to a place like this?
From his personal experience, this theater is estimated to account for more than half of the town's economic value!
Even if you beat him to death, you won't believe that there is such a good thing. This is no longer pie from the sky, but gold from the sky!
Maybe if you are not careful, you will be crushed to death by this heavy gold.
But then I thought about it, since I’m here anyway, it’s okay to go in and have a look, right?
Driven by strong curiosity, Karl stepped onto the steps in front of the theater and carefully walked into the building.
To his surprise, as soon as he entered the front hall, a woman dressed as a waiter walked past the security guards in the hall to greet her.
Standing in front of Karl, the pretty-looking waitress in front of her bent her knees slightly, not making fun of Karl at all because of his poor clothes. Then she asked with a smile:
"Sir, how can I help you?"
After adjusting his mood a little, Karl didn't want to be carried out by the sturdy security guards behind him, so he answered honestly:
"I am Calvindi, and I have received your invitation to come here."
After hearing Karl's explanation, the waitress in front of her opened her eyes slightly, and immediately curtsied again:
"So it's you, please come with me."
After saying that, she turned sideways and waited for Karl to follow her with a smile.
In this way, Karl was taken to a reception room. After arranging for him to sit on a soft sofa and making black tea for him, the waitress once again confirmed whether Karl needed to continue serving until Karl clearly refused.
left his side.
"What will happen next?" Sitting in the gorgeously decorated reception room, Karl thought anxiously.