Mr. Smith doesn't think it's because the other party can't do it—

Able to allow yourself to be reborn in Victorian London, England near the end of the 19th century, and arrange a false past life for yourself, and stuff your consciousness with memories and impressions that do not belong to you......

Obviously, you have already achieved this level, so you can stuff a piece of instruction or command into your mind, or simply modify your memory personality, so that you can naturally feel that you were born with some kind of mission and obligation.

How difficult can this be?!

He thought about it and racked his brains, but he still felt that there were only two biggest possibilities why the unknown great being didn't do this.

The first possibility is that a great being does not need to be insignificant, everything that human beings have is worthless to them, and no matter how hard a mortal is to spend his whole life, it is not worth looking at it.

After all, if there is something that even the Great Being cannot do on its own, then it is even more impossible for mortals to do it, so the Great Being does not need anything. The reason why he was chosen and given such an opportunity may be just a whim.

It's probably like a human who happened to see an ant on the ground, so on a whim, he tore a little crumb of bread and sprinkled it in front of it...... It's something like that.

There is no deep meaning at all, and I have never expected this ant to help me do anything important. It's just that human beings always like to apply their own thinking as a standard to the behavior of other beings, so they feel that there must be some deep meaning in this.

The second possibility is that Mr. Smith himself needs to explore and determine the will of the great being, and the reason why there is no clear instruction or order is because it is a test...... If he can't pass this test, then there's no value.

However, in this case, it seems that this second possibility should also be classified as one of the first possibilities, which is simply the case.

That is, the meaning of his existence is nothing more than idle chess everywhere, random moves, and the presence and absence are all the same for the great being. It is naturally best to be useful, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't work.

After coming to such a conclusion, Mr. Smith couldn't help but have a sense of urgency to be afraid and worried, like a child abandoned by his parents, and he was most afraid of this situation-

I didn't find my own role positioning, I didn't reflect the value of my own existence, and even that person didn't have any expectations for myself...... This is undoubtedly the worst-case scenario.

He stood up with a gloomy face, and walked into the bathroom on the first floor with some anxiety.

The entry shelf is stocked with washbasins, kettles, mouthwash cups, soap dishs and other toiletries, a mirror at the sink, a flush toilet, and a fixed bathtub and sink.

Fortunately, this was the end of the 19th century, and water pipes had been popularized in most parts of the United Kingdom, and London, as the capital, was naturally the first, fastest and most complete system in this regard.

And, most importantly, since the Victorian era, in 1837, indoor toilets became popular, and the world's largest cities, London, Paris and New York, began to build complex sewer systems to facilitate flushing away waste.

As a result, there was no running water, no drains, there were always dung heaps at the door, fever and other diseases frequented, and the stench and squalor were taken for granted by nature...... Such a terrible life is over, otherwise it would be a nightmare to go back to the past.

This is definitely the biggest improvement in the living situation of this century, and Mr. Smith, who was aware of this before, is full of a sense of luck.

After scooping up the water, washing his face, and looking up at his own image in the bathroom mirror, Mr. Smith felt as if the familiar face inside was not his own, and could not help but be full of distress.

The cold water didn't calm him down, but instead made him feel a sense of distrust.

I remember that when he had not yet made a name for himself and was still in poor family conditions, Smith always disliked the fact that those guys put a lot of chlorine in the tap water when disinfecting, and the unique taste was unacceptable. But now, when he can't smell that smell, he is worried about whether the water quality is safe or not.

The disinfection technology of this era should be trustworthy, right? But then again, do people in this era have the concept of disinfecting tap water?

He thought so crankily, then turned off the faucet, turned around and prepared to walk out of the bathroom. But after only two steps, his figure froze in place.

Wait, it seems that something is wrong.

What do you seem to have just seen?

After two seconds of hesitation, the man slowly turned around and looked in the mirror. And the moment he saw the scene reflected in the mirror, his body trembled suddenly, and an inexplicable fear suddenly welled up in his eyes.

Although the light in the bathroom was dim, it was not to the point where he could not see his fingers and could not see, so he saw himself in the mirror at a glance, standing motionless.

That's right, Mr. Smith himself walked away from the mirror, but the one in the mirror he was still standing there and didn't walk away......

- What the hell!

In an instant, the episodes of various horror movies he had watched came to his heart, and the fear seemed to have been rummaged out from the depths of his memory, turning into an invisible big hand that tightly grasped his heart!

He felt that all of a sudden there was a complete silence around him, and the air seemed to become stagnant...... He didn't dare to breathe at all!

The man was drenched in a large cold sweat, and he was trapped in an indescribable fear. If it weren't for the last shred of reason in his mind to remind him, he would have let out the worst howl of his life, and then crawled out of the room.

Don't panic! Don't panic! Calm down...... Calm down!

This must be the revelation given to him by the great master, and isn't this the one thing that troubled me before?

Now I finally see hope, what are I afraid of! What is there to be afraid of!

With such a roar in his heart, Mr. Smith felt that his stiff body had regained some mobility slightly, and he was also a ruthless man, so he gritted his teeth, moved his steps with all his might, and slowly returned to the mirror of the sink step by step.

The one in the mirror suddenly smiled evilly, and then opened his mouth, as if he was saying something, but no sound came out, and only "his" mouth could be seen open and closed.

Mr. Smith, however, sensed that strange information had suddenly crossed his head, and that he was pouring out an extraordinary wisdom to him over and over again. And this message is so strong that he is so caught up in it that he can't be himself.

Slowly, his eyes gradually lost focus, appearing blank and empty, without any brilliance.

But in stark contrast, the eyes in the mirror are getting brighter and more evil, as if they have come to life.

It's as if the mirror has been reversed, and the person outside is the simple mirror image, and the mirror image in the mirror is the feeling of the living.

After a few minutes, Mr. Smith seemed to suddenly "wake up", he turned his head and looked around with a strange look on his face, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining an extremely strange smile.

Then he strode out of the bathroom, put on his coat in the living room outside, and walked to the porch.

The sound of the door opening and closing sounded, and Mr. Smith walked out of the house at 44 Baker Street, and he glanced left and right in the dark gray street in the darkness of the night, and the dim light of the streetlamps could not pierce the gloomy gray street, and then put on the hat he had taken with him when he went out.

He obviously didn't have any clear purpose, but he still didn't hesitate to choose a direction and strode over.

Soon, at the end of the street, he got into a cab, and the outline of the carriage quickly disappeared into the dark and gloomy night.

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The London smog is a nightmare for many people.

At this time, most Londoners have begun to use coal as a household fuel, and the industrial revolution supported by coal has also caused the city of London to erect countless 100-metre chimneys that rise to the sky, and thus produce a lot of smoke.

This smog, combined with London's cold, rainy climate, makes it an important part of the city.

However, at this time, the phenomenon of fog in London has just appeared, and it is not as serious as it will be in the future, and the dense fog shroud is not a scene that will appear every day, plus people have not found any harm in the haze for the time being, so they do not pay too much attention to it.

It will probably be more than 50 years later, in the midst of the smoke and fog of the daily life, the citizens of London suddenly feel breathless, their eyes sting, asthma, coughing...... And with more than 4,000 people killed, and 100,000 infected with respiratory diseases, they will really notice that something is wrong.

As for now, for the time being, it only affects the line of sight somewhat, so that all the pedestrians on the road are like ghosts, and if they are far away, they can't really see it, and if they are farther away, they can't see it at all. But it's also a natural cover for some dirty deeds and criminal activity, especially at night.

The city of London, the center of the world's empire, with a population of millions, is unimaginably evil in the darkness.

The rain had ceased from evening to nightfall, but in a dark and remote alley wet with a drizzle, where the dim light of the gas lamps could not illuminate, a woman's body was lying in a pool of blood, dressed in a short skirt and heavy makeup, as if she were a prostitute.

But the poor woman had come to the end of her life, and she fell unwillingly on the cold ground, her body convulsed slightly as if she had lost too much blood, and her fingers trembled slightly, but she was unable to make more movements.

"Damn stinky bitch! Such a small amount of money, a waste of my time......"

A man with a full beard and a somewhat dirty and tattered face angrily clenched the blood-stained knife in his hand and kicked the woman who fell to the ground twice, and then he was still angry.

However, he also knew that staying at the scene would only increase the risk, and the sound of the damn woman resisting and calling for help just now was probably already heard by nearby residents. So he didn't have time to vent his anger, just turned around and walked briskly out of the alley.

However, as soon as the fierce man turned around, he was startled, and at some point, a shadow stood at the entrance of the alley.

"Who? If you don't want to cause trouble, get out! With a pounding heart, he subconsciously clenched the murder weapon in his hand, stared at him and shouted loudly pretending to be vicious.

"My soul is bound to the fire of abomination, and the flames of chaos lurk in the depths of my blood......"

Instead of retreating or running away, the man walked over step by step, and said with an aria.

"Ugliness, confusion, and evil can all be the nourishment of the fire of hatred in me, fear, despair, pain, hatred...... Your ugly soul, in particular, is the best firewood, the most craving fuel for the flames of chaos. ”

"Neurotic! Give me death! The fierce man with a beard on his face didn't know why at all, but the fact that the other party was approaching step by step without leaving was a fact that could be confirmed with his eyes.

He had just killed a person, and now he was naturally also murderous, full of impatience, vigilance, irritability, and a trace of fear and remorse, all of which were transformed into killing intent under pressure.

A sharp knife stabs out!

But it came to an abrupt halt halfway, and there seemed to be a few sparks bursting out of the air, and a palm directly grasped the sharp blade.

There was no bloodshed, but there was a sound like metal scraping, not a human palm at all, for the sharp, sharp claws, and the skin and veins that radiated heat as if lava flowed through them.

The murderer's pupils constricted suddenly!

What a monster this is!