Along with New York in the United States, Paris in France and Tokyo in Japan, London became the largest city in the world from 1801 to the beginning of the 20th century, as the capital of the British Empire, a world empire, because of its outstanding achievements in the fields of politics, economy, humanities, entertainment, scientific and technological inventions.

Not only is it the political center of the United Kingdom, but it is also home to the headquarters of many international organizations, in short, it is a super diverse metropolis with residents from all over the world, diverse races, religions and cultures, more than 300 languages spoken, a world-famous tourist destination, a large number of places of interest and museums, etc.

Well, these things that describe how powerful this city is, in fact, are all good.

For those who may have never been abroad at all, the impression of London may be,

Well, big cities in foreign countries,

And then it was gone.

But in fact, there are so many stories in a city, let alone the largest city in the world like London, and so many things happen here every moment, but what we want to talk about this time is not how powerful the city is.

It's about putting yourself in the shoes of a question.

If you don't have money, you don't have a mobile phone, you don't have a place to live, you can't leave, you can't contact for help,

But suddenly unprepared and almost smuggled into a super big city like London,

How are you going to survive?

The mood was very fucked, and Fang Ran felt that he was facing this serious problem from the perspective of a first-player player at the moment.

Stratford, London, East End.

Wearing a hood of a white autumn coat, a high-end suit shirt, ordinary light-colored jeans and black leather boots specially made for the night game, a mix and match that can no longer be said to be non-mainstream, Fang Ran sat in a caffe con... the café in English he hasn't recognized yet...

Entrance to the flower bed near the bench.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, eleven hours after he had been abruptly teleported to London last night.

If real life has such a difficulty level as an RPG, Fang Ran thinks that he must have accidentally turned on Hell Mode without knowing when...

Pity God!!

When he drove the tuba to fight and pretended to be forced, the trumpet really didn't have anything on him!

Isn't this a sudden throw for him to London, cleaner than his face, and confiscated his abilities, isn't this killing him!?

After recovering from the previous series of shocks last night, figuring out where this place is and why the ability has disappeared, after the crisis of the night war world about the national war, conspiracy plans, deadly pursuits, etc., has temporarily passed,

Real-world crises ensued immediately,

Because he is not only penniless on the streets at the moment, but also has to be carefully chased and killed all the time...

Sitting on a bench near the flower bed, he raised his eyes to look at the city in front of him, and then looked at the streets on the left and right and the passers-by, probably because this is a commercial area.

Is this London?

To be honest, Fang Ran didn't expect that he would come to this city he had longed for in such a form.

Thinking about it with a sigh in his heart, Fang Ran tugged on his hood again to cover his face as much as possible, trying not to be captured by the camera, although the person who chased him last night should not know his appearance, but it is always right to be careful.

And including the jeans worn at the moment, the origin of this white hood jacket...

That's because after calming down last night, Fang Ran, who realized that he had to have financial resources to survive in London, finally robbed him... Ahem, after the success of the chivalrous battle, he exchanged it with the young man who happened to be saved by him with the attitude of being as 'polite' as possible.

As for the harvest of chivalry, from the sloppy man who tried to rob with a knife, Fang Ran found a total of...

£10.

Fang Vicissitudes .jpg Ran.

I am very tired of realizing the fact that rich people will not rob, and only the poor who only have 10 yuan in their pockets will take risks.

And what made him even more tired was that just 10 pounds was still on the roof wall of the black light, and he went around a whole dozen blocks like a rare monster, and squatted for more than three points in the dark wind before he finally encountered a robbery.

Made, what about the good foreign security (laughing and crying)!?

However, Fang Ran also knew that this was not the reason why some neighborhoods in London were very safe, but that the probability of just bumping into a robbery in such a big city was too low, if it was Huaxia, Fang Ran felt that he would most likely squat on the roof and blow the wind all night...

The last time he was able to meet each other last night was enough to show the quality of foreign security and the manifestation of the [light sign], so that the moment he saw the other party pull out the knife, his eyes lit up and the wolf rushed down from the roof.

Anyway, he avoided the vital point of the spine, and as for the robber who injured someone with a knife, the right bone was not broken, so it was not within his consideration...

In short, holding the 10 pounds in his pocket, basking in the sun of more than ten degrees in London in October, although he has not graduated from college, he has no way to take care of his own little or suddenly feels the bitterness of society and the difficulty of life, and the whole person slumped on the chair like a salted fish that has been dried and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice:

"It's really hard to make money, and is hard to eat..."

Let a young foreign couple sitting near him whisper a sigh of 'oh ~ Chinese verse'...

Looking at the city streets of London in a daze, the appearance of the city in Fang Ran's heart is constantly changing, not only the bustling scene of the financial city last night, but also the shopping mall streets where high-rise buildings are rarely seen now, and the depressed and old city area that I saw last night when I was constantly searching for prey.

Counting the vastness of looking down from an altitude of 10,000 meters for the first time, London seems to give him several different impressions.

Just like him in different periods.

Gollum———

It was often the movement of the body that interrupted the thoughts, and the sound from the stomach expressed a strong feeling of hunger, which reminded Fang Ran of the reason why he was paralyzed here, even if the participant's physical fitness did not reach the A level, it was difficult to support the hunger of not eating for a long time, not to mention the various battles and escapes during the period also consumed a lot of his physical strength.

Yes... Speaking of the last time I ate, it was the potato chips that were snatched away by my brother in the viewing room...

Dry! Damn brother, when this incident passes, I will definitely make you go high ten thousand times!

Fang Ran, who was gritting his teeth and was hungry, had already begun to throw the pot indiscriminately, slowly got up, and looked at the streets of London in front of him, where he didn't even know where the north was, and he was really alone in a foreign country.

Fang Ran, twenty years old, a new participant in the night battle world, no smoking, no drinking, a virgin, a single time is about equal to age, the fourth time to prepare for the fourth level exam, let cohabiting men often be high, once forced into the women's locker room, scolding drug gangs, pretending to be beautiful idols, mixed into social balls, been on the city's live broadcast, lived together with beautiful school girls, traveled through World War I Europe, and encountered being looked at by the boss...

In the case of 'losing all his skills', he was unprepared to start the wandering of London with hellish difficulty...

"I don't know what I can buy for £10, but anyway... Let's ask someone for directions..."