In the blink of an eye.

Zhan Wuzha faintly felt that his eyes were dark and bright, and he was taken to an unfamiliar environment, and naturally began to look at the surrounding environment.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, the blue sky and white clouds, the green mountains and green waters are far away, the woods are nearby, the grass is a little farther away, and the vague outline of a city can be seen in the distance.

Zhan Wuzha condensed his eyes, and saw that the outline of the city was obviously a modern division, first took out a high-tech notebook from the storage space, and let the artificial intelligence program Hawthorn try to connect to the network of this era.

Since the artificial intelligence program Hawthorn cracked the mobile phone from the hunter plane, it has been able to connect to the signal or network of any other mobile phone, and come to a modern plane to detect natural counterparts.

However.

"Mr. Zhan, there is no connectable network in the world at present, and according to the analysis of satellite and radio signals, it is currently in 1961."

The gentle voice of the artificial intelligence program Hawthorn is emitted through the speakers that come with the high-tech notebook.

"1961?"

Zhan Wuzha walked towards the city, and had a deeper understanding of the limitations of this artificial intelligence program in the Internet-free era, observing his surroundings as he walked, spreading his thoughts and exploring the three-kilometer range around him.

His steps grew faster and faster, passing through several groves and getting closer to the city.

When I arrived at the city, I found that the outline of the city was blurred, because the fog was too thick, and the style of the buildings had a serious and solemn taste.

Get out of the woods and into the driveway.

"Well, it looks like a city in Europe in the sixties."

Zhan Wuzha's footsteps slowed down, maintaining a slight speed of ordinary people walking, and occasionally saw the cars coming and going, and the cars were all blond and blue-eyed foreigners.

Not much.

Zhan Wuzha has already stepped into the city, although he has controlled his hair to become shorter, but the appearance of black hair, black eyes and yellow skin still causes many people in the sixties to be strange sunshine.

On the side of the street, some blonde men in brown jackets and black suits were waiting for the bus, while some blonde ladies were reading newspapers and magazines.

There are also many teenagers and girls about ten years old holding some bouquets, coming to some couples, selling the emotional flower language represented by the bouquet, there are always men to win the smile of the beauty, and buy bouquets, and naturally there are also young men who sell newspapers.

Not much.

A brown-skinned tram arrived along the tracks, stopped, and many blonde men and women put away newspapers or magazines and walked onto the tram.

Zhan Wuzha glanced at the tram, sometimes looked left and right, and saw a road sign, so he walked over to watch.

Then.

"Sir, would you like to buy a newspaper?"

A young man who sold newspapers stepped forward to ask, wearing one on his head, carrying a backpack cross-body, and there was a thick pile of newspapers in the backpack, as for the person who came to inquire, he did see that the person in front of him was dressed luxuriously and exquisitely, and his temperament seemed to be quite gentle.

"Huh, newspapers?"

Zhan Wuzha's gaze moved from the road sign to the newsboy, thought for a while, and said: "You should be very familiar with this neighborhood, I can pay you a certain amount, just lead the way to the bank, I need to go and change some pounds." ”

"Of course, willing to show you the way."

The eleven or twelve-year-old newsboy straightened his hat and replied with a smile.

After a while.

Led by a young newspaper boy, I walked a few streets, only turned a few corners, and just happened to meet a tram that stopped.

Zhan Wuzha found that the young newsboy had a complete grasp of the nearby routes, and he also remembered the stop times of the trams, and he was quite talkative, not at all like an eleven or twelve-year-old newsboy.

"Sir, are you visiting Oxford for the first time?"

"Sir, if you need to go to a bar, I can show you the way."

"Sir, if you need to live in Oxford, I can introduce you to rent and buy a house."

“……”

On the tram, the young newsboy soon turned to telling stories about Oxfordshire, and when he spoke several times about Oxford, his eyes brightened and his eyes sparkled.

Zhan Wuzha nodded politely from time to time, occasionally asked about something, looked through the car window, looked at the gray sky outside the car window, and knew that London was the hardest hit by smog in the sixties, and this Oxford problem was not small.

Most of the other people in the car looked at the newspaper or magazine in their hands silently, and did not talk about it, even if they did not have a newspaper, they would buy newspapers from the young newsboy, and the young newsboy was quite happy to sell the newspaper.

At this time.

Zhan Wuzha also reads the newspaper in his hand, searching for the key information in it, and is also thinking about where he is in the plane, after all, there are many movies with Oxford, England as the plot location, but there are really not many magical and surreal.

"I hope it's not Rausch's Sherlock Holmes, if it's Harry Potter......"

Zhan Wuzha is not interested in this kind of magic, if it is really this kind of plane, it is estimated that he will find an undisturbed place at will to plant a human-faced fruit tree quietly, and wait for two years to pass.

Abrupt.

Zhan Wuzha suddenly thought that if he really shuttled to the ordinary plane, there would be no demonic power of some big monsters that could be used as return energy, and he felt a chill down his spine when he thought that he was all ordinary people and had no cultivation system.

"People who have no long-term concerns must have near-term worries."

Zhan Wuzha secretly decided in his heart that he had to gather at least enough energy to return twice, otherwise when he returned to the source world, he would only have physical strength, where could people accept it.

Not much.

The tram stops.

The young newsboy said, "Sir, it's already here, it's the bank." ”

As soon as the words fell, he led the way and got out of the car.

Zhan Wuzha stepped off the tram, unfamiliar with the left and right people, and asked, "Okay, are you waiting at the door, or do you want to follow me in." ”

"Let's go in one piece! The first time I came here, I also needed a familiar person. Isn't it? The young newsboy grinned.

Zhan Wuzha shrugged, and the two walked into the bank together.

In the end, it turned out that there was a young newsboy following, and Zhan Wuzha successfully exchanged gold for the pound sterling that he deserved, otherwise he would be slaughtered unknowingly because he had no identity.

Half an hour later.

Zhan Wuzha walked out of the bank, and sighed a little, this young man will definitely not charge more tips for leading the way, if he doesn't ask for it, I'm afraid he will only collect money for a few newspapers, and said to the young newsboy: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome!"

The young newsboy pressed one hand on his backpack, and the backpack containing a stack of newspapers pressed against his trouser pocket, which contained the money he could earn by selling newspapers for six days, made him quite happy that he could buy some gifts for his family.

Perhaps it was because of the suspended haze in the sky, which drifted from nowhere, which made the sky over Oxford much darker than usual, even though it was four or five o'clock in the evening, but it was completely dark.

"Well, the bar should be well-informed."

Zhan Wuzha thought like this, he was walking around casually, and when he saw the neon lights on the signboard of a bar, he had such an idea.

Walk into the bar.

Zhan Wuzha naturally felt quite noisy, and was naturally about to lower his ear power to the level of ordinary people, when he suddenly heard a conversation, looked at the source of the voice, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Heterochromia of the iris."

"A gentleman should at least treat me to a drink first."