In the early morning of August 26, the narwhal arrived at the port of Julai City in a mist of water. After saying goodbye to www.biquge.info the captain, the two walked out of the dock.

"Wow, I thought it was a poor country, but it looks pretty good, it's a big city!" Olivier looked curiously to the left and right. In the gray mist, the silhouette of this port city looms and looks imposing and neat, while the only drawback, 'small', is hidden by the mist.

"Don't look around when you enter the city, don't drool over the tall buildings, lest others think that we are hillbillies who have never seen the world." Duchamp coughed and said solemnly.

"Why does that sound a little wrong?" Olivier muttered.

"Let's get out of the docks and go find a hotel." Duchamp said.

"Why go to a hotel? Didn't you say that you had acquaintances in this place? Olivier asked, turning his head.

"Hey, old gentleman over there, how do I get to the train station?" Duchamp asked passers-by aloud.

"Okay, I don't ask, let's go find the hotel right away!" Olivier immediately confessed.

Duchamp took Olivier and walked all the way to the widest street here, and finally on the city's main street, Avenue Mordal, he chose a nice-looking inn, the Golden Iris. Upon entering the hotel, Duchamp immediately threw aside his empty suitcase, and observed the pedestrians on the road through the window.

After a few minutes, he said aloud, "Let's go have breakfast and see if there are any clothing stores that open early, and buy two clothes." ”

"Stellary, you're right, I've been wearing this dress for three days, and it's stinky." Olivier, who had just washed his face, said happily.

The two went out to find a restaurant and ordered a hearty breakfast, in fact, not only Olivier, but even Duchamp could not eat enough on the freighter. Olivier got seasick in the back and vomited all the bitter bile into the sea.

After a hard meal, Olivier finally felt his strength regained. As he walked down the street, he was contentedly reminiscing about a meal he had just eaten, when he suddenly noticed Duchamp walking into an inconspicuous clothing store on the side of the road.

Duchamp took a fancy to a few outfits in the store and bargained with the owner there. Olivier ran over, pulled Duchamp aside, pointed to the clothes that Duchamp fancied and complained: "Those suits are not of good taste, let's change stores." ”

Duchamp rolled his eyes and shouted, "Boss, how to get to the train station?" ”

"Forget it, forget it, I'm not picky." Olivier crouched in front of the store and drew circles.

Duchamp haggled with his boss finely, bought a large number of things, and stuffed one of them to Olivier: "This bag is yours." ”

"But these clothes are too ordinary! If we spend money on new clothes, why don't we buy something more fashionable! Olivier hugged his new clothes, but finally couldn't help it, and held back this sentence.

Duchamp looked at Olivier's aggrieved face, so he had to explain: "I didn't buy this dress to look good. ”

"You don't buy new clothes for the sake of looking good!" Olivier was puzzled.

After another walk, Duchamp bought shoes, a straw hat and sunglasses. By the way, he put one of the hats on Olivier's head and explained: "This straw hat, for example, is not because we are afraid of the heat, but because it covers your golden hair and makes us more like the locals." ”

Duchamp patted his pocket again and said, "These clothes are the same, when you put them on, you will think that you have lived in Julay for ten years, and I looked carefully at the pedestrians on the street, and there are many people of our age who wear such plaid shirts." ”

"Wow!" Olivier said excitedly: "Are we going to visit secretly?" ”

Duchamp shook his head. "It's just to make it a little easier for you to run for your life. Dress like this, on this street, wherever you go to a cat, others will not be able to find you at all. If you dress too conspicuously, it is simply a moving target, and it is not safe anywhere. ”

Olivier listened to Duchamp's common sense derived from spy novels, and felt that he had entered a dangerous and mysterious adventure, and he happily hugged his clothes and no longer refused.

After that, Duchamp finally changed to a high-end shop, bought Olivier a formal suit, two fishing waistcoats and fishing rod bags in a regular shop, and finally, he bought Olivier a large backpack to hold these things.

After returning to the hotel to take a shower and change into these local clothes, Olivier took a closer look in the mirror and felt that the clothes were not so bad. Right now, he wears a straw hat, a light-colored plaid shirt, a pair of bell-bottoms and a pair of sandals.

"Even the cheapest clothes you wear can't hide your outstanding elegance!"

He pinned his shirt to his pants, tied his belt, and twisted it left and right, strange words coming out of his mouth.

Duchamp sneered and asked coldly, "Then where did you put your gun?" ”

It dawned on Olivier that it was no wonder that Duchamp had bought two fishing vests. The fishing vest has pockets inside and out, which is very convenient. He put on his waistcoat and put his pistol in his pocket, feeling that he was much more energetic.

Duchamp himself had already packed it up, and he picked up the fishing rod bag and handed one to Olivier by the way.

"Are we going fishing?" Olivier asked, sling the rod over his shoulder.

"Your bag contains fishing rods, and I have my weapons in this one." Duchamp replied coolly, putting on a pair of sunglasses by the way.

Olivier immediately brought on another pair of sunglasses. The two of them are dressed like local young people who are not doing their jobs.

"Before you go, there are some things to agree on!" Duchamp said with a serious face.

"What?" Olivier vaguely felt bad.

"First of all, you can't just talk in front of our respondents."

"Why? It's so unfair! Olivier exclaimed.

"Why! Because you, when you don't speak, you still look quite convincing, and once you speak, your true form is revealed. Look at you, lack of common sense of life, lack of adventure experience, full of imperial capital accent, a noble taste, as soon as you open your mouth, we are all exposed. "Duchamp picked Olivier's faults from head to toe.

"Yes, yes! So what should I do? Olivier asked with confidence.

"You'll be my sidekick." Duchamp gave Olivier the trap he had already thought of to drill.

"What! This is too much! ”

"Then let's go to the station and buy tickets now! You should be able to catch today's shift by going now. "Duchamp's old trick repeated.

"You!" Olivier glared angrily, but unfortunately, Duchamp had already seen through his weakness, and the lethality of the glaring was about zero.

"Follower, bring everything you just bought, and we'll go to find someone now." Duchamp snapped his fingers in high spirits and walked out.

When passing by the service desk, Olivier asked if the hotel offered laundry services, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he asked the waiter to collect the clothes in the room.

After the order was completed, the two left without a low profile.

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