Without hesitation, the Shadow Circle appeared directly below the iron box, and due to its slightly smaller diameter, Bill struggled to stuff the iron box into the space.

Through a long period of use, he found that there is only one rule for putting items into the shadow space, abnormal items can pass through the shadow circle, and ordinary items will be rejected, and they must be eroded by the shadow to change their attributes before they can pass.

Ordinary mobs cannot enter the shadows, while living rats cannot be corrupted by shadows, and corpses can be eroded, but will lose their original form and become a black shadow.

Like the killer, no one knew he was dead, but at the moment Bill was a little strange, rummaging back and forth in the dim and dim space.

“...... Strange, what about the killer's body?"

"I remember throwing it into the space myself, why can't I find it?"

He finally understood why he had felt uncomfortable while rummaging through objects, and sure enough, something had disappeared inexplicably, and he didn't know where to run.

It's just that it's not suitable to continue rummaging at the moment, the blood leaves the body for too long, the dizziness symptoms worsen, and nausea begins.

The black prison was peeled off after the iron box had no other reaction, and the twisted black thorns slowly returned through the shadow circle.

With a quick twitch, gray-brown soft hair swept in front of his eyes, and Bill felt like he had drunk a whole cup of espresso, instantly refreshed, and not a drop was wasted.

"Heh, hehe......"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......"

"Whew-"

Numb and sore, Bill collapsed on the bed, soon his eyelids fought, and he fell asleep.

The shadow circle rotates like a windmill on the ground, and the passage quickly shrinks towards the center of the circle, disappearing without a trace.

Only the pufferfish-shaped iron box floated in the silent space, the inscriptions twisted and deformed, and cracks appeared on the horns......

......

Tired people will always feel that time is fast and slow, just like life is long, but they see the end in the blink of an eye.

When he reopened his eyes, the small space was pitch black and dreamlike, except for the foul air filled with the smell of dust and mold to remind Bill that he was not lost again.

Getting up and pulling back the curtains, the sun shining through the gray glass, it was already the next morning, and the hunger level told Bill that it was only one night.

"What's going on lately, why am I hungry again?"

He knew he needed to have breakfast as soon as possible, or it would affect his mood for the whole day.

Breakfast consisted of a simple fried egg on dry bread with milk and two fried salted fish with cauliflower, and there were a number of fast-food breakfast outlets on both sides of the road from Garton Road to Central Block, where he used to make ends meet.

Today's goal is to buy a new home, and living in your own house is very different from living in a rental house, and Bill has known it a long time ago.

After renting a spacious carriage, Bill first found a rental agency on Central Street, where he had paid a deposit and asked to keep the room.

"Ah, Mr. Cliff, you're here at last!"

Before Bill stepped into the door, the agent with the hat had already taken the first step to catch up, and he had also made a lot of money by taking advantage of the revolutionary spring breeze, so his face was full of red light.

"I'm free today, and I'm going to visit the house. ”

"No problem, Mr. Cliff, your needs are my mission!"

"You need to contact the owner, I'm waiting for him here, if everything is suitable, I hope to pay on the spot. ”

"That's great, Mr. Cliff, the owner works nearby, please wait a moment, I'll get him!"

The agent hurried out, and there were men and women in the room writing house information on the blackboard, and the handyman brought a cup of warm coffee.

Bill was pleased with the service attitude, and since receiving the large sum of gold pounds, he has become more and more fond of the feeling of being held.

When waiting for the agent and the homeowner, I didn't stop at the agency house, today the sun is blocked, the dazzling golden light is hidden behind the clouds, the temperature is not high or low, just suitable for travel.

There are a few itinerant vendors on both sides of the agency, which is not the most luxurious part of the central district, so there are occasional small vendors selling sweets and toys who defy the wind and run away when the street manager appears.

Walking around casually, I happened to see a middle-aged man in a dirty plumber uniform and linen gloves, medium build, yawning boredly in the shadow of a big tree.

In front of him is a small robot ornament spliced with gears, screws and wooden blocks.

These little robots are fun with bodies made from a single block of wood, silver screws for legs and feet, and copper-colored screw caps for arms.

Moreover, the little robots have different colors and shapes, and the more personalized robots also have gears, mechanical arms, spring hair, and long nails in their hands to make a cane.

"They're fun, boss, how much?"

"Ten pence a piece, twelve styles of choice, a gold pound to take away. ”

The greasy boss yawned again, and the greasy here did not mean that it was fat, but that the patent leather work clothes were stained with oil.

He may be a machine shop worker, making handicrafts from scraps to support his family, or he may be a real mechanic.

Because they often have extraordinary creativity, they are definitely not scripted, and they only understand the principles of mechanics and are not worthy of the title of mechanic.

"Your creativity is great. ”

"It's not worth mentioning a little thing to pass the time. ”

Bill, who was still wearing black gloves, picked up a small wood-colored robot at random, and was surprised to find that the hands and feet of these small machines were actually mobile, and the connection was strong, and it was not inferior.

"They're made with a complex process, like real robots. ”

"Ha, it's okay, it's just a model for hand training, it's useless. ”

"These things look weird, and interested people ask for the price and leave, I want to change the tool, otherwise I wouldn't come here to sell it. ”

The mechanic had a ruddy face, scratching his head casually, a little embarrassed.

Bill remembered an old-fashioned copper pocket watch where the internal gears were working properly, but the hands weren't turning, and he still didn't know why.

If the man is mechanical, he might be able to ask why.

"You are too modest, and it seems to me that though they are small objects, they are worth much more than a gold pound, for they contain your heart's work. ”

"You're a great mechanic and artist, and I want all these little robots. ”

Without hesitation, he pulled out a gold pound and twenty pence, and pocketed twelve geared robots, which Bill genuinely liked though they were close to mechanics.

After all, every man has a mechanical dream since he was a child, and he also has a heart to drive a mecha.

"Good, kind guest, you are so generous!"

The mechanic trembled and took the gold pound, which in his heart might still be secondary, and he valued Bill's recognition of his skills even more!

"By the way, what's your name, and if they are damaged in the future, can I ask you to help fix them?"

"Absolutely!"

"My full name is Wicks Sendrou, you can call me Willy, my friends call me me. ”

"I live in Rat Street in the North District, and I usually make a living by helping my neighbors repair damaged items, so you can mention the name Lao Wei wherever you go, they all know where my home is!"

The mechanic was about to shake Bill's hand, when he suddenly realized that the burlap gloves were a little dirty, and quickly took off the gloves and rubbed the palms of his hands in a clean place on his body.

"Nice to meet you, Williams, my name is Williams Cliff, and you can call me Bill. ”

"I believe in your skills, and if I have any mechanical-related items damaged in the future, I will trouble you. ”

Bill hesitated for a moment, but still didn't take off his gloves and shook hands with Lao Wei directly.

However, Lao Wei was not picky, and smiled in response, perhaps for mechanics, they only need the recognition of their skills and creations by others, and that is enough.