The crescent moon hangs high.

Zhang Huaisheng used a damp cloth to wipe the "twins" that were not stained in his hands.

It's like petting a kitten that comes over with a snoring.

But he was clearly a little absent-minded, and the movements of his hands were rather perfunctory.

He was thinking about tomorrow morning's itinerary.

I had to go to the embassy in the morning, although I didn't have any intentions for Miss Xie Lingyun, but it was always a very pleasant experience to meet such a beautiful girl.

In the afternoon, I went to meet with the people in charge of immigration in the congregation.

He intended to have a hundred men in the early stage, both men and women, but certainly in good health for the adult workforce; Although this will cause the number of new immigrants to exceed the old ones, it is unlikely that a world with supernatural abilities will cause riots just because of a sheer numerical inferiority.

And he wouldn't want that kind of gangster.

Because of the discrimination they face in the United States, the Celtic gangs are now much more famous than the mafia, which has not yet risen in Italy.

In addition, he planned to purchase another batch of supplies through the Order's channels to be transported back by the crew of the Hansea.

He now has a little money on hand, and after the outbreak of the financial crisis, prices have ushered in a wave of sharp declines, and this batch of materials will not put too much pressure on his wallet.

Bang bang bang –

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Zhang Huaisheng put the twins back into the wooden box and got up to open the door.

Outside the hallway, McCarney's face showed a hint of apology: "Did I disturb you?" ”

Zhang Huaisheng hurriedly shook his head: "How could it be." What's the matter with you? ”

McCarney took out a glass bottle and shook it slightly, the light blue liquid in it reflected a glittering light: "I see that your face is a little unsightly, it should be because of excessive blood loss, so I brought you a bottle of blood tonic potion, it can replenish nutrients for you and promote blood regeneration." ”

"Thank you."

Zhang Huaisheng took the medicine bottle and thanked him solemnly.

McCarney added, "Also, since this is your first time spending the night here, I have to remind you of one thing, Iris Street contains a lot of mysteries, and the more spiritual people will be able to perceive this... So, in the middle of the night, don't open the curtains to peek out whenever you hear anything outside. ”

"Just like when the red moon happened?"

"It's worse than that."

"Okay, thanks for the reminder."

Farewell McCartney.

Zhang Huaisheng looked at the potion bottle in his hand, the color of the potion was very beautiful, as if it was sprinkled with fluorescent powder, but the more beautiful it was, the more it didn't feel like something that could enter his stomach.

He uncorked the bottle and leaned in to his nose and inhaled gently.

The smell of the armpits of a porter who had been carrying sacks on the dock for a day was like the height of summer.

Ahh

Zhang Huaisheng sneezed out and looked at the small bottle helplessly.

It was so foul and smelly, but it reassured Zhang Huaisheng.

If it's a poison, it's either colorless and odorless, or it's simply fragrant, in short, it will never be so stinky.

He picked up the bottle and poured it into his stomach in one gulp.

Suddenly there was a warm current in the stomach, and soon, a strong feeling of satiety welled up in the heart, which made people satisfied and comfortable.

Zhang Huaisheng extinguished the candle, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

...

He slept deeply, but not steadily.

So in the middle of the night, when he heard the sound of dense footsteps on the street below, he immediately woke up.

Almost subconsciously, he wanted to open the curtain and peek down.

Because of the dense footsteps, it is really easy to think that the British sent a formed army to surround it.

In short, it is really disturbing that there are so many people in this dead city-like Iris Street.

But as soon as his hand touched the curtain, he felt a tingling pain in his spine, which was a spiritual warning to him.

Zhang Huaisheng recalled what McCarney said and stopped what he was doing, but the sound in his ears was extremely clear, causing him to feel no longer sleepy.

What the hell are these things?

With doubts, Zhang Huaisheng listened attentively.

The powerful five senses immediately amplified those noises countless times.

There was a lot of heavy but slow footsteps.

Reminiscent of the zombie travel in the film.

People whispered, squirming, as if they were plotting something.

Then.

Zhang Huaisheng suddenly felt as if someone was blowing in his ear, and the whole person shuddered, and subconsciously put his hand on the grip in the middle of the twins.

No, I can't listen to it anymore.

This is definitely a mystery that is close to the danger level of the middle sequence!

He began to empty his mind, empty his mind, and stop paying attention to what was going on around him.

The spirituality of the twins seems to have been provoked, blowing up their hair, conveying the emotion of wanting to kill them and fight to the death.

Zhang Huaisheng naturally wouldn't do this, comforted the twins, and survived the night.

…

The next morning.

Zhang Huaisheng left Iris Street and went out alone.

Standing outside the newsstand on New Orleans Street, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes that Franklin bought, and while he waited for change, he looked at the newspaper placed next to him.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the large black headlines of the newspaper.

At 8 o'clock this morning, the Fusang Empire electrified the whole country and merged with the Land of the Rising Sun.

The Orange Brotherhood has launched a wave of anti-Irish Baath Party leaders, whose leader has declared that they will fight to the end all enemies who want to persecute the Vapor Cultists.

"Want one? This is the Times newspaper that was flown in from the United Kingdom, and there is no newspaper in the whole of America that is so accurate and timely. ”

The boss asked.

Zhang Huaisheng nodded and said, "Okay, just deduct it directly from the change." ”

He picked up his cigarette and left Baoting, intending to take a steam bus ride for the first time.

But the experience of this broken car can be described as terrible, not only is it slow, the smell is terrible, and he has to stop at the shouts of passengers from time to time.

It's really not as good as a public carriage.

He wanted to read the newspaper on it for a while, but it was crowded, and he didn't even get a seat, so he quickly got off the bus after a few stops.

It's no wonder that ticket prices are here.

Walk down the street.

Zhang Huaisheng flipped through the newspaper, which described the bloody clashes that broke out between the rebels in Northern Ireland and the Irish Independence Army.

"How sad it is to have a brotherly wall."

He was a little emotional.

The so-called Orange Brotherhood is actually an organization formed in Northern Ireland to protect the cult of the god of steam.

Northern Ireland is heavily influenced by the British and is an important industrial area in the UK.

The Ansars make up a small half.

Coupled with the fact that Northern Ireland is mostly populated by devout believers in the god of steam, while Southern Ireland is a believer in the god of hunting, the two are distinct.

While the Irish independence movement was in full swing, Northern Ireland was relatively calm and was on the same page as Southern Ireland at the instigation of the British.

This is also the usual operation of the British.

These old colonial powers were very good at inciting conflicts between the locals, for example, in British Malays, they incited hatred between the local natives and the Chinese.

Withdraw yourself and be an arbiter who is beyond things.

The play is true, and the hand is perfect to transfer the contradictions.

As for Fusang's annexation of Chaoyang Kingdom, it is really not an uncommon thing.

Since the Russo-Japanese War, the Kingdom of Chaoyang has been completely under the rule of Fuso.

The so-called annexation is nothing more than a matter of course.

It's just that he has been hindered by the bad attitude of Donghua, the former suzerain, and started directly.

Now that Donghua is busy with the war, Fusang immediately tore off his disguised mask.

In fact, there are still many people in Donghua at this time who have a very good impression of Fusang, thinking that they are all members of the Donghua civilization circle and should unite to resist the invasion of Western powers.

In addition, they think that Britain, France and Russia are powerful in East Asia, and such a large piece of fat, as long as a small part is divided, it is enough for Fusang to eat.

It's a pity that they are destined to be delusional.

Fuso occupied the country of Chaoyang, not to the north, but to the west.

Plus Britain and Japan are traditional allies.

It is conceivable that as long as Donghua shows a tendency to decline, it will pounce on it like a hungry wolf and bite Donghua, an old giant.

However, there is no need to worry that Fuso will immediately join the Entente and invade Donghua on a large scale.

Like the United States, even if Fuso wanted to enter the war, it would not be until the later stages of the war.

Britain and France were now busy with the war, and the vacated Oriental markets were the only guarantee for the Fuso people to get rid of the arrears left over from the Russo-Japanese War.

Fusang's current national strength is impossible, and it cannot swallow the entire Donghua.

Zhang Huaisheng flipped through the newspaper and saw a bloody black-and-white photo on the back page.

Above, a corpse that had been stripped of its skin and discarded in the sewer was shocking.

The headline is: Boston Killer Strikes Again!