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To be precise, those who don't know just don't know, and those who know don't know how to describe it, it's right there, somewhere in the world, waiting for you to walk into it, but in fact, not everyone can walk into it, it's self-conscious, and it won't be so generous to everyone.

And now for Cyber and Strange, the big question is, how do they get Kama Taj to accept them?

It's like when we describe a peerless swordsman, we always use the description of a whimsical, antelope hanging horns, and it's the same now, especially when they drive into the last city near the snow-capped mountains.

It's a small city, so small that it only takes more than 1 hour to walk around with your feet, but there are a lot of people here, and standing by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, you can see the crowded people walking back and forth on the street.

The largest number are the yellow race, there are also whites and blacks, there are 4 temples in a small city, each of which is full of incense, and those who can come here are the most sincere believers, so the air in the whole small town is filled with the scent of sandalwood after the incense is lit, and the smoke is one after another, plus the sound of prayer flags being plucked everywhere, and the red cloth strips that are wrapped around the town.

It makes it seem to be filled with a quirky and special atmosphere, a religious scope.

"I hate this place, really. ”

Cyber looked at the strange dishes on the table with a tangled face, and finally didn't have the courage to put down the chopsticks, just picked up the wine glass next to him, the drinks in this kind of place are very distinctive, anyway, after drinking this glass of wine, Saiber's expression became even more strange.

As for Strange, who was sitting on the other side, this poor fellow had suffered a lot along the way, and at this time, in the face of a hot dish, he had long left behind his etiquette and useless insistence, and only when he really walked in a desperate situation, he would know how fragile he really was.

So we tend to say that suffering changes a person, and that's how it works, stripping away all the cloak of civilization and living in the purest form.

"Well, I kind of agree with you, it smells... It's a bit weird indeed. ”

With some difficulty, Strange tasted the strange meat in front of him with a spoon, smacked his lips, put the spoon down, and began to focus on the food in his hand.

Cyber's eyes wandered through the crowd below, and he finally leaned down on the quaint window, as if looking at the passers-by below with interest, until Strange finished eating, and the guy patted his stomach and let out a satisfied moan, he stood up, walked over to Cyber, who was smoking by the window, and asked in a low voice,

"Are you looking for something?"

"Of course!"

Cyber pursed his lips, "The Ancient One Mage probably didn't need to eat to live, but the others definitely weren't... I have a friend who, um... He had lived in Kama Taj for 2 years, and he told me that the place was no different from an ordinary temple estate, that is, there were still people who cooked on fire, and although it is not ruled out that they did all this with magic, what kind of method do you say is more convenient for transporting daily necessities?"

Strange's eyes lit up a little, and he scratched at his badly shaped beard,

"You mean, buy locally?"

"Hmm!"

Cyber nodded, then breathed a sigh of relief, "But I didn't find anyone who felt special, there were too many people here... This approach will take time to prove, so we need to split up!"

Strange straightened up, he looked at the thoughtful Cyber,

"How?"

"I'm going to the rice store in this city to find out, you... You go and ask!"

Cyber flickered his wrist, "You go out on the street and ask, just ask Kama Taj, isn't that what you were going to do, like a guy in deep despair who doesn't know what to do." ”

"But does that really work?"

Strange was a little puzzled, although the contact time was not long, he was already familiar with Cyber's style, this guy didn't look like a person who would do such useless work, Cyber glared at him,

"Of course it's useless... But give your rusty brain a turn, Dr. Strange! Does sudden poverty really limit your imagination?"

The surgeon scratched his head a little embarrassed, he sat on the side, and began to think about Cyber's words, this guy can become a world-renowned doctor to prove that he himself is not a stupid person, so he quickly understood Cyber's intentions, but at this time, Cyber's figure has disappeared into the hotel.

The surgeon breathed a sigh of relief, he picked up his dusty, weather-beaten baggage, and as he walked out of the hotel, he deliberately adjusted his expression and made his already messy hair even more messy, making himself look more embarrassed and in need of help.

He squeezed into the crowd, his expression frightened and lost, and from time to time he grabbed a man's shoulders and asked in a stumbling local dialect,

"Kama Taj?"

What you get is often a confused face, or a crisp "I don't know".

He followed the crowd as he walked forward, the expression on his face showing that he had no idea where he was going, like someone who had been forced to go with the flow, and the fear and loss in his eyes could barely be concealed from anyone else.

He just clumsily tried, stayed in the crowd for two hours, turned the town around, and finally returned to square one, like a desperate and tired man, sitting on the edge of the street, with his head propped up in his hands, his hair in his hands, and if you didn't look at the eyes that were still sneaking and vigilant around him, you would definitely think that he had collapsed.

This kind of thing can't be hidden from people with a heart, especially some people who have been silently observing him for a long time.

Just as Strange sat there in silence for more than ten minutes, and then picked up his baggage again and prepared to move forward, a thin white man dressed no different from the local pilgrim walked up to Strange and whispered,

"Kama Taj, follow me..."

Strange's eyes lit up, he looked left and right, then took his baggage and followed behind his skinny compatriot, squeezing through the crowd and walking down the intricate alley ahead.

At this moment, the surgeon's heart was on fire, and he thought that he might only be one step away from his dream land.

On the other hand, Cyber is also working hard in his own way.

"Bang"

The owner of the rice shop was grabbed by the collar and lifted directly from the ground, and Cyber, who was wearing a silver visor, asked impatiently in Chinese,

"Do you have any guys here who always come over at a fixed time to buy rice, and in large quantities?"

"Gurgling Purr"

The boss opened his mouth and said a series of local dialects, which Cyber couldn't understand a word, but it didn't matter, a hint of abuse flashed in his eyes under his face armor,

"Stop playing, you know you can understand Chinese... Cantonese people, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the boss's eyes widened,

"You... How do you know?"

"Don't eat so many betel nuts next time..."

Cyber put him on the ground, reached out and patted the non-existent dust on his shoulder, removed his armor, revealing his very yellow face, and his tone softened a lot, "Do me a favor, I do need to find those people." ”

The boss hesitated, this hesitation itself was an answer, Cyber narrowed his eyes, took out a wad of green dollars from his arms, and stuffed it into the boss's hand,

"You see, as long as I "snatch" your ledger, you don't need to lie to others, I can see in your eyes that you are an honest person, and I will not make it difficult for you. ”

The boss touched the money in his hand, he gritted his teeth, looked at the third cabinet behind Cyber with his eyes, then closed his eyes and whispered with a generous face,

"Stun me! I won't betray them!"

"Hahahaha, you're such an interesting person!"

Cyber laughed and reached out to pinch the back of the boss's neck, he slumped in his chair, Cyber turned around, pulled the lock on the cabinet, and pinched it gently, the old lock was broken from the center, he took out a thick ledger from it, put it aside and opened it, turned to the record of the last month, and saw a record from 2 days ago, Cyber's eyes immediately narrowed.

Missed this month... But it doesn't matter, they always buy enough rice for 100 people to eat for a month at a fixed time every month, and that's enough.

Cyber tore open the ledger, put the page away, put it in his arms, and threw the broken ledger everywhere.

A month of time, he was still wasted, so when he walked out of the door of the rice shop, Cyber was in a very good mood, but on the way out of the door and back to the hotel, his nose suddenly twitched, and in the thick sandalwood aroma, he smelled a faint smell of blood, and most importantly, the blood was mixed with other smells.

He looked left and right, dodged and ran into the alley next to him, put the silver-white visor on his face, held the wooden box he was carrying behind his back in his hand, and ran out in the direction of the smell of blood.

"No, why is it always me!"

Strange spread his legs in despair and ran for his life in the alley back to him, and behind him were four or five white-looking men with fierce faces, who had already torn off their kind disguises, and were chasing Strange with daggers in their hands.

Yes, there may be people of bad luck in this world, but it will definitely not be this unlucky surgeon, he was deceived again, and when he was led by that skinny compatriot to walk in the crooked alleys, Stephen felt that something was wrong, but just as he was about to run, the road behind him was already tightly blocked, and he could only throw away his burden full of clothes and take the road in the other direction.

And behind him, the gang of thugs didn't find the money, so naturally they wouldn't give up.

"Give us the money, man, we don't want your life!"

"Bastard! Stop! or I'll kill you!"

"Shit, you're going to die, you bastard!"

Strange knew his own family, and although he had often practiced self-defense skills before he was injured, his fists were now weak and weak, and he couldn't withstand the impact, so running away was the best option.

Behind him, a guy threw the dagger in his hand, the blade whizzing through the air, Strange's ears moved, and the whole person fell to the ground in an ugly position, almost perfectly dodging the knife.

But what made him desperate was that the skinny white man behind him pulled out a gun from his arms, he faced him, the guy smirked and pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out at almost the speed of sound, and in less than 1 second, Strange felt that everything around him was quiet, and even the speed of that bullet was reduced a lot.

At least it can be caught by the eye, everything around him, everything in the whole world is silent in this lesson, but it is extremely noisy, like the ability of bullet time in a movie, and in Strange's eyes, this second is at least three times full, giving him time to dodge in a hurry.

"Poof"

The bullet sliced through his skin and splattered blood, but he miraculously dodged the fatal bullet... Yes, Strange is not a complete ordinary person, otherwise he would not have achieved a 100% success rate for such a difficult spinal spine combination surgery.

But perhaps he himself didn't know how special this innate ability was.

"Bang"

A figure jumped down from the roof of a nearby house, glanced at Strange, turned to look at the rushing thugs, and waved his hand to signal them to attack, and a hint of hideousness flashed in his eyes under the black hood.