On a sunny day, there was still a winter chill in the air.

Hu Qing stood on the wide street, physically and mentally cold. The old Model T, which was popular in the early twentieth century, drove clumsily past the side, the driver honked his horn frantically, and the two guys on horseback in front of him continued to go their own way. Foreigners in dark coats walked in a hurry, and when they passed by Hu Qing's side, they cast surprised glances, but they didn't stop.

The streets are lined with tall buildings, and the colors on the surface reveal a dull sense of old photographs, not very showy, and with the retro cars on the street, Hu Qing feels that he has come to a foreign country in the early twentieth century.

"Make a movie, huh?"

Hu Qing muttered quietly, attracted by a burst of shouting, and he desperately wanted to figure out his situation and walk to the "New Salem Charity Society" rally.

On the steps in front of the bank stood a handsome American Midwestern woman, dressed in early twentieth century Puritan attire with a fanatical expression, and Hu Qing seemed to see in her the shadow of a revolutionary female fighter.

There were three people standing in front of the middle-aged woman, a very white-skinned, very beautiful eighteen-nineteen-year-old girl, and a little girl beside her, who were holding thick leaflets and handing them out when they saw people, attracting many well-dressed passers-by to watch.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy next to the two girls was holding a banner with the emblem of the "New Salem Charity Society": a broken wand in both hands in yellow and red flames.

Hu Qing watched with interest, squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the young man, revealing a bright smile, "One gram of dead rice ......"

The young Credence Barrybone looked at Hu Qing in surprise, and then looked around, not sure if Hu Qing was talking to him.

"Hello, sir, are you talking to me?"

Hu Qing pointed to the two girls who were handing out flyers and said with a smile: "Generally speaking, beautiful girls and cute girls will be more attractive than men, but they are too busy, and you seem to be very idle." ”

A little joke, but Credence turned pale, lowered his head, and asked in a low voice, "So, sir, do you think I'm a monster?" ”

"You're too sensitive, I'm just joking to liven up the atmosphere and facilitate the next conversation, I have to say, you guys are too dedicated, will I bother you here?"

"Excuse me?" Credence looked at Hu Qing in confusion.

"Excuse me guys for filming, you know, a few minutes ago, I had a nightmare, and when I woke up......"

"Sir, you may need to go to the hospital for a check." Credence said kindly.

A trace of fear appeared in Hu Qing's eyes, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Do you think I have a mental problem?" ”

"Of course not, please don't get me wrong, I mean, we're not making a movie, here, the New Salem Charity Society rally, do you understand?"

Hu Qing asked, "What kind of place is this?" What time is it? ”

Credence quietly took a step back, he felt that the man in front of him was more like a monster than him, tilted his head slightly to look at the bank behind him, and said, "Steen National Bank, 1790 Sixth Avenue, Manhattan, today is December 6th......"

"What year?"

"...... 1926"

In 1926?!

Hu Qing's head buzzed, and he almost fainted, what did the bastard who suddenly appeared do to him, and in just a few minutes, he came to New York in 1926.

Is it going back in time, or is it a time trip to a similar parallel world?

"Damn it!" Hu Qing cursed in a low voice with an ugly face.

Credence cautiously said, "Are you alright, sir, and I can call the police for you if you need to." ”

"It's okay, I was thanking my English teacher just now, ...... My girlfriend, she is an American student, I worked hard to practice my spoken English in order to pursue her, and now I am glad that I can understand you. Hu Qing said casually, but he was thinking about the future in his heart.

In 1926, there were still more than 80 years before the era in which he lived, and his parents, mothers, and aunts had not yet been born.

This is not the worst, if you travel to another world, it is called heaven and earth are not spiritual.

"Credence!"

The middle-aged woman noticed this, walked over with a gentle expression, and saw Hu Qing's Asian face, which seemed meaningful.

The Chinese Exclusion Act, promulgated more than 40 years ago, had a far-reaching impact, and Americans' rejection of the Chinese was almost crazy at the beginning of the 20th century.

"So, sir, are you going to join us?" The middle-aged woman asked.

Hu Qing was stunned for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and asked suspiciously, "Joining you?" ”

"Second Salem." The middle-aged woman said solemnly.

"I've heard about the Salem Witch Trials......"

"The second Salem's mission is to expose and eliminate wizards."

The corners of Hu Qing's mouth twitched, and he thought carefully about why he was targeted by the cult, he had obtained the legendary cultivation method, and in the eyes of the second Salem, he was also the target of extermination.

"Do you pay for it?" Hu Qing asked.

The middle-aged woman looked at Hu Qing, "We often help orphans. ”

"You think I'm like a beggar?" Hu Qing's face was expressionless, "With all due respect, your second Salem is a spicy chicken?" ”

"Spicy chicken? A food? ”

Hu Qing couldn't help laughing, the Yankees really had no sense of humor, "Yes, it's food that makes you want to stop, ma'am, I think, I'm not all the way with you, I don't want to eliminate wizards, I think it's interesting to have wizards in the world, and besides, there are no wizards in the world." ”

He regretted saying this, because he had seen with his own eyes that kind of power that destroyed the world, and he was able to come here because of others.

The middle-aged woman suddenly became excited and retorted: "Sir, you are wrong, wizards are real, they are not good people, they are rats hiding in dark corners, waiting for an opportunity to destroy our city, we must unite and destroy them." ”

She spoke in an impassioned tone, waving her fists as she spoke, firm and persistent, passionate and crazy, full of incitement.

No eggs.

Hu Qing was not interested at all, he was full of excitement, not frightened by the woman's momentum, but it was too cold, everyone was wearing a coat, wrapped like a Russian woolly bear, only he was shivering in the cold wind in a short-sleeved T-shirt.

"Thank you for your help." Hu Qing said a word to Credence, and hurriedly walked to the entrance of the bank, he needed a place to warm up, and by the way, he could get some money and survive first.

"One day you will recognize the dangers of wizards, sir." The middle-aged woman said loudly behind her.

"Friendly reminder, assemble in front of the bank, put it in a few decades, the chengguan will come to arrest you...... Second Salem ...... Those four people...... I think I've seen ...... somewhere."

……

There was a young woman in the crowd who behaved strangely, with her hat pressed low on her head, her collar raised high, eating a hot dog, and looking at Hu Qing's back suspiciously.

Suddenly, a tall and thin man in a blue coat squeezed in and accidentally bumped into the young woman, the hot dog in her hand poked hard in the nose, and the upper lip and nose were stained with jam, which was particularly funny.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......"

The young woman glared at him fiercely, and continued to secretly observe the second Salem four, not noticing in the slightest: a small furry guy had emerged from the tall and lanky man's suitcase......

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