"There's ......" Xiao Zhao was sweating profusely, and for a moment he couldn't remember how to warn this unreasonable bread thief in English.

“Was ist das？” (What is it?) ）

Pal Winkton touched underneath him, where there was some kind of track made of steel.

Then Pal Winkton remembered......

He worked in Stockton, England, building something called a "railroad" for the merchants there. Pal Winkton had heard that once such tracks were built, there was something called a "train" on which they could travel, pulled by a steam engine, faster than any fiery horse. (Now Pal Winkton doesn't think it's a fast speed to be faster than a fiery horse - any of those boxes speeding down the street is worth ten fiery horses.)

Pal Winkton did not wait for the day when the railroad opened—the nobles of the neighborhood often came to trouble the engineering team, and in an "accident", Pal Winkton lost his left little finger forever and lost the opportunity to continue working. He was reduced to returning to his hometown, only to find that his relatives had died, and he couldn't find a job, so he had to start stealing chickens and dogs for a living.

"Das ist die..." (This is ...... It's completely different from the rails he has built, but the clever Pal Winkton understands.

He suddenly had a very bad feeling that he couldn't stay here.

But just as Pal Winkton was determined to escape, a strange voice distracted him.

It sounded like a shrill flute, like the noise of a child learning the violin on the first day scraping on the strings.

【SC0/1D2】

[Pal Winkton sanity test failed 85/30]

【1D2=2】

"Ahhh......h

The indescribable sound gave Pal Winkton a headache, and he didn't even pay attention to the sound of the approaching train, but looked in the direction of the strange sound, in the shadow of the building in the distance.

Then he saw it.

[Due to eyewitness??? ，SC0/1D4】

[Pal Winkton sanity test 62/28 failed]

【1D4=4】

Pal Winkton collapsed to the ground. Lao Tang and Xiao Zhao shouted in the back, the train was braking urgently, but it seemed too late......

Xiao Zhao covered his mouth. Old Tang closed his eyes in pain.

……

Pal Winkton is not Chen Qiang's investigator, so Chen Qiang naturally can't see his situation.

Chen Qiang is still working hard to get the surveillance video near the Western Suburbs Theater. It was impossible for people two hundred years ago to know about the existence of cameras, and surveillance must have recorded them.

The camera in the western suburbs is in disrepair and has been being replaced recently, and the image is incomplete, which makes him very irritable.

……

Meanwhile.

In Dr. Huang's small clinic.

"He's gone!" The time has reached eleven o'clock in the evening, almost the time when the small clinic should close, the man rescued by Xu Leilei for a whole day is lying on the hospital bed and is unconscious, Dr. Huang and Xu Leilei are discussing whether to find a car to pull him to a nearby big hospital, but in a blink of an eye they found that the person was missing.

"I remember locking the back door......"

"You didn't lock the windows." Xu Leilei looked at the wide open window.

"What should I do?" Dr. Huang was helpless.

"I'll take a look." Xu Leilei rushed out.

From the first time she saw the man, Xu Leilei had a strange feeling, this person seemed to have seen it somewhere, but she just couldn't remember it.

"Hey......!"

The upright middle-aged female doctor had no choice but to run out.

And the bodyguard who had been squatting at the door for most of the day couldn't sit still - he first saw a strangely dressed man jump out of the window, and then after a while, Xu Leilei and the female doctor of the clinic also rushed out.

The bodyguard remembered Chen Qiang's advice - if something strange happened, notify him immediately.

He grabbed his phone.

……

Leaving Uncle Xu and the old man in the theater for the time being, Chen Qiang's reinforced pickup truck drove on the road in the western suburbs.

"I understand," Chen Qiang took a deep breath after listening to the report of the bodyguard on his phone, "Listen, I found that person reported to me, and at the same time pay attention to protecting Lei Lei." I've worked hard for you today, and I'll find someone to replace you right away. I pay three times as much overtime...... What? Do you want to keep working? ”

"Mr. Chen, I'm idle and idle. Those who do our job are welfare. "Bodyguard capable debriefing.

"Okay, come on."

Chen Qiang hung up the phone.

The theater is not far from Xu Leilei's high school, and it seems that she is lucky to find the first of the two traversers so quickly.

The unconscious foreign gentleman who was rescued by Xu Leilei must have been one of the two guests from two hundred years ago.

According to the ancients, its portal was designed for the plant race, and it is not surprising that humans will use their physical strength and magic through the portal, and it is not surprising that they will be in a coma for a whole day.

He's definitely still around!

Chen Qiang parked the pickup truck on the side of the road.

An elderly European in a white shirt, plaid pants, and leather boots...... Fortunately, the characteristics are quite obvious.

Modern people are always easier to talk than ancient people, and if there is really an African chief holding a spear and wearing a mask, Chen Qiang doesn't know how to communicate.

"Hey......" Chen Qiang jumped off the pickup truck, paced in the grass on the side of the road, and began to contact his pre-assigned manpower.

Today, I will be in command in the western suburbs.

"Good. Got found out to me – huh? ”

Chen Qiang, who hung up the phone, noticed that his sneakers had kicked something in the grass.

“……？”

Chen Qiang picked up the grass.

“…… Feed. ”

The old man in the white shirt, plaid pants, and leather boots was lying there, looking up at the stars, thinking about life.

Chen Qiang: "......"

The system must have secretly pulled out a lucky big success behind its back, Chen Qiang said in his heart.

Out of caution, Chen Qiang did not immediately step forward, but took a few steps back and tried to launch a "mythical interference" against this person.

[The subject is of a human race, so "Mythical Interference" cannot be used.] 】

Good!

Chen Qiang put on his translation headphones.

"Sir, do you need help?" He asked tentatively in English.

Under the light of the military flashlight, Chen Qiang was able to see the man's appearance clearly. He looked very old, but if you looked closely, you could see that he was not yet sixty years old.

The man muttered a few words in German, "Leave me alone", "Let me stay" and "It smells so bad", as if he hadn't heard Chen Qiang's words.

Sir, I admit that the smog in City D may not smell as good as the air in your hometown, but ......

"I think I can help you," Chen Qiang narrowed his eyes, the translator translated his words into German, and the lack of social skills verification prompts made him feel strange, "Come, can you stand up?" Let's go, go to the hospital. ”

He remembered the high-class clinic of a doctor in the United States, with whom he was an acquaintance, and private medical institutions were more suitable for undocumented travelers than public hospitals.

The unarmed man staggered to his feet, his expression as if he was in great pain. Chen Qiang hesitated, holding the blade in his pocket with one hand and dragging his arm with the other, and walked towards the pickup. The man wanted to break free, but he didn't have the strength to resist Chen Qiang after not eating for a day.

"What's your name?" Chen Qiang asked.

Men don't speak.

"What's your name!" Chen Qiang asked even louder.

The man shook his head and pointed to his ear.

Do you mean that you are hard of hearing? Or deaf?