He got up, and the clear hint from the ticket came.

"Time: June 1993, 18 p.m."

"Location: London, England (51°28'39'N, 00°27'41'W)"

"Scene: Harry Potter"

"Difficulty: Medium (D+)"

"Reduced pain sensation: 50%."

"Personal Ability Bonus Enhancement: 0%."

"Current Scene Exploration: 0.00%."

"As a side note: This scenario is neutral, and no items will be dropped if a traveler is killed without hatred. Travelers who complete their revenge after being damaged will drop the corresponding Summoning Key. The digital character information module is opened at the same time. Travelers can check their personal attributes at any time with a ticket on their wrist. ”

"You will automatically master the language of the world, and you will be able to interact with the characters of the world fluently. Leave the world and forget. ”

"Number of Tasks Accepted: 1."

"Your appearance and identity have been processed and will be automatically restored when you return to the real world. You can also use your ticket to make adjustments to your face by spending some travel points. If you have any questions, you can inquire about the ticket, and the ticket will be answered accordingly according to the passenger's current contribution. ”

Sophisticatedly, he looked at the mirror in the bathroom next to him and tidied up his outfit that had been changed by the station.

I can't see that there is a half-point correspondence between myself and reality. Nodding, he touched the small stack of money in his suit pocket, and walked out the door.

Outside, there is a corridor with wired light that looks a little dark, and although the innkeeper has carefully lit the electric light in the hallway, it makes the atmosphere here a little extra eerie.

Stepping on the fairly soft carpet, Zhao Qian looked around and walked downstairs.

It's not bad here, if it weren't for the faint musty smell in the air that can't be hidden.

As we walked forward, we were about to pass the last door in front of the stairs.

"Squeak".

"Thank you, generous sir."

The door to that room opened. A good-looking woman walked out of it, carefully sorted out her clothes, patiently closed the door, and walked out of it.

Zhao Qian stood there silently.

Although the woman's appearance is okay, she can still see at a glance the essence of some of this person that cannot be concealed.

For example, the abnormal flush on her face that had not yet dissipated, and the faint smell of inferior perfume that suddenly appeared in the air.

Wandering warbler, or to put it simply, prostitute-girl.

In her hand she hides something that does not belong to this woman, a cross-era thing, a smart machine. Although his stealing methods are quite clever, he still can't hide from him, a veteran.

He looked at the closed door of "Peng" and thought for a moment.

Traveler?

Quietly descending the wooden staircase.

Zhao Qian seemed to forget what he had just witnessed and do what he had to do.

"Sir, are you leaving?"

Downstairs, a waiter in the lobby of the inn greeted him as if he knew him.

"No, go for a walk."

Zhao Qian smiled, like a guest who had lived here for a long time, but in fact, he was a little unfamiliar with this place.

He went to the gate, intending to take a taxi to try his luck at the nine-and-three-quarter platform of the London railway station in England. As soon as he took a step forward, his temples heated, as if some kind of instinct or subconscious. The role of high perception.

He crouched down.

"Bang!"

A loud gunshot echoed through the somewhat noisy hall, accompanied by an angry male voice, whose voice was as reckless as his name.

"Woman!"

Zhao Qian raised his head lightly and looked at the direction where the shot was going, the target who was shot. A headless corpse lay in a pool of blood. But from the rest of the clothes on the ground, he still recognized the owner of the clothes.

The prostitute who stole just now. This is normal, and people who do this kind of thing will always be engaged in some other side industries. Stealing and selling one's body are just two ways to make a windfall.

"Ahh “OMG!” Screams of fear rang out in the hall, or flights.

But eventually the man fell silent after the man fired the next shot.

"Hint: Traveler 1125 attacks you, you can launch a counterattack against him, kill him and you will get the corresponding summoning key for that traveler."

Zhao Qian quietly glanced at the guy who was still holding a gun in his hand, and the sound of the ticket was still in his ears.

Obviously, the guy in the bath towel heard it too. His face became a little strange, from relaxed at first to jealous.

The hall was quiet, and standing on the wooden staircase, he could even see a large number of lowered heads of different colors.

"Brother, no offense."

He said, his steps stepping back step by step, and he looked a little funny with only a bath towel and a pair of slippers.

Seeing that no one stood up or replied, it was as if I was relieved. Slowly and cautiously went upstairs.

The hall began to boil at the moment when the "murderer" disappeared. The person in charge of the hall began to shake the phone under the desk. of the police station.

Britain was the first country to introduce a police system, and it is also one of the countries that trust the police the most.

Guests are starting to check out or flee the place.

Zhao Qian followed in the panicked crowd, there was no need to act. His face was very calm, and he even said that there was something unique in it.

Passing by the corpse at the gate, which had long been unrecognizable, he briefly paused to the side and looked.

After making sure that the phone that belonged to her was really gone, he left without looking back.

What's the situation?

Is this a simple leak of some information?

Thinking about the guy's expression and voice just now, that person should be a newcomer like him. Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this at all costs.

Unless that woman has caused him to suffer unnecessary losses.

Real-world possessions should be nothing. That can only be, travel point.

In other words, not directly or unintentionally divulging information about the station will not be erased, but some travel points will be lost.

After thinking about it in his heart, Zhao Qian stretched out his hand and hailed a taxi on the sidewalk on the right.

"To the London train station."