"Good," the sound of the old man's flute sounded like a helpless sigh, "I accept your terms. ”

Chen Qiang looked at Uncle Xu gratefully - if this tree is stubborn, he can only solve the problem with a "don't god".

"Then from now on, you will officially be under my protection." Chen Qiang said seriously.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Chen Qiang." The ancients also paid tribute to Chen Qiang.

"I'll send you what I want to investigate in the future," Chen Qiang asked as if he suddenly remembered something, "So, you're willing to be my investigator, right?" If you have the opportunity in the future, you can take on the form of a human being and move around in human society, so that you will be safer. ”

"Ah...... That's right. The ancient, who didn't understand what this sentence meant, subconsciously agreed.

[Congratulations, you have gained the second mythical creature investigator]

The system's prompt sounds.

[You have obtained the investigator talent "Friend of the Ancients]

[Friend of the Ancients: Your sanity will not be lowered by witnessing the Ancients]

[For humans, the sanity of the ancients is always 0.] But the young old man was terrified of the outside world, but your promise has built a new psychological backbone for him in his trepidation. 】

As long as he can feel safe under your hands, he will not betray you. But correspondingly, once its psychological backbone collapses, that is, when you are convinced that you can no longer keep it safe, you will lose this myth investigator. 】

Listening to the system's prompts one after another, Chen Qiang smiled.

I've unlocked the system's virtual secret game lobby function, and as long as the system recognizes it as an investigator, the ancients will have wings and can't fly (in fact, they can fly, or rather, float......

As for security? Anyway, this old man is also used to squatting at home, so it's a big deal not to let him come into contact with too much information from the outside world.

"You stay here first, Uncle Xu, you see first...... I mean, protect it," Mr. Chen said, "I'll go out and make a call." ”

The Ancients need to be resettled as soon as possible, and how to find the two people who have traveled from the past in D City and figure out which outer god they are connected to is also a problem.

Finding two ordinary people in City D, with a population of one million, is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack......

After luckily dropping 3 points, Chen Qiang spent another 6 points on the wisdom pool and increased his sanity by 3 points to 38 points.

But the pool of sanity is still at 51 points: the investigators who cast his nets to catch fish lost a total of 6 SAN points for playing the game "Curse of the Hanged King", which has been counted in his pool of sanity. Unexpected loss of sanity in everyday life outside of mods doesn't necessarily count towards the sanity pool, but the system seems to count the game Curse of the Hanged King as an extension of the mod.

It depends on the situation, and then decide whether or not to directly increase the sanity to the ceiling.

By the way, Chen Qiang has already tried, and it is feasible to distribute the contract by himself and then fool the investigator into taking the bait, but it is not possible to add a sentence to the license agreement of the shareware and then spread it online. It seems that the system will determine whether there is a real connection between the investigator and Chen Qiang.

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Another place in the western suburbs.

In a small alley, the police are playing a good show to catch the thief.

On one side is a 21st-century police officer in a navy blue police uniform.

And the other side ......

Mr. Pal Winkton, a time-traveler from the 19th century, is running for his life. As he ran, he stuffed bread into his mouth.

Two police officers gave hot pursuit.

"Stop!"

They were shouting words that Pal Winkton didn't understand.

The street signs on the street were all square letters, so Pal Winkton thought they might be Chinese. But unlike the yellow-skinned people he had seen with a tail behind their heads, these extraordinary Chinese people were ruddy-complexion and very athletic, and Pal Winkton boasted that he was one of the top three scuds in the whole of Vienna, but he couldn't get rid of them.

Habitual thief Pal Winkton couldn't figure out how he had just broken through the window and stolen into the living room of a family on the outskirts of Vienna to steal how he would end up in this inexplicable place.

He was rummaging through the cabinets in the living room—God forbid, there was only an endless stream of sheet music, sheet music, and sheet music—when the drunken landlord suddenly tore open the door and burst in. He ran after him over a mess of couches, causing Pal Winkton to run away.

When the white glowing door appeared in front of Pal Winkton, he didn't have time to think about whether it was a demon or a ghost, and rushed straight into it. At that moment, Pal Winkton felt that most of the strength of his whole body had been consumed, as if his soul had been drained by the devil.

Pal Winkton wasn't sure if the owner was still chasing after him. He almost crawled into a hallway, and then escaped from the building.

But this is just the beginning of a new nightmare.

Instead of horse-drawn carriages, there was another kind of boxy, colourful, and strange carriages with four wheels underneath – their speed was like lightning, setting off a terrifying wind. Pal Winkton had been to London and Paris, but had never seen a road as smooth and solid as here.

Apparently this is no longer Vienna, and even Pal Winkton thinks it can't be Europe at all.

Pal Winkton wandered around in extreme terror for a long time, and then tragedy was discovered......

…… He couldn't find his way back.

He fumbled for the last few Florings in his pocket (the currency used in Vienna in the 19th century) - he was not a fool, and this place certainly couldn't afford to spend the Floring.

The moon was sparse, and Pal Winkton's stomach was growling with hunger. At this time, he can only choose his old profession. He didn't care if it was heaven, hell, the legendary Atlantis or the mystical Shambhala, since the streets were still walking with humans - they had to eat.

Soon he found a small house (a newsstand and a commissary near the middle school), and he saw newspapers with square letters written on the door, bread on the shelves, and other food that he could not name.

Now is the time!

While the shopkeeper in fancy dress (from the perspective of Pal Winkton) is packing up the leftover newspapers, Pal Winkton bursts through the open back door of the newsstand, picks up the bread and flees.

"Catch the thief!"

The chubby shopkeeper shouted.

patrol officer Lao Tang, and auxiliary police officer Xiao Zhao have a good experience; Hearing the shopkeeper's shout, the two immediately chased after Pal Winkton.

Pal Winkton recognized the two men's identities almost instantly from their neat uniforms. Even the sheriff of the city of Vienna did not necessarily have these two bright uniforms on his body.

“Die Bullen！” ("Damn the police!") ”）

Even in this ghost place where I don't know where, the police still chase after me.

Faced with the pursuit of the two, Pal Winkton had no choice but to shove the bread into his mouth while desperately escaping along the main road.

……

And behind Pal Winkton, Lao Tang and Xiao Zhao, who were chasing him closely, were also puzzled.

What age is it, and there are still bread thieves?

The man wears a strange big hat, a short waistcoat and breeches, and looks a lot like the foreign laborers in old movies.

This foreign friend, are you an actor?

"STOP, PLEASE......" Pal Winkton, who used to work in England, heard the people behind him shouting simple English.

Pal Winkton won't stop! No matter what place this is, he doesn't want to be caught in a cell!

"Drink!"

Pal Winkton finally finished his bread and quickly climbed over a "fence".