Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 7 The Return of the Scenery
On the morning of the third day after the expedition, it was time to go home.

Mark is quite unfamiliar with this 'home'.

Even if he worked so hard that his head hurt, it was still difficult to organically connect the fragmentary memories of the former owner with the scene in front of him.

St. Leiden City, the second largest port city of the Wright Empire, is the brightest pearl on the west coast of the Empire.

No matter from which angle you approach this majestic city, the first thing you see is the huge lighthouse standing on the outlying island on the coast.

The top of the 100-meter-high conical spire is the eye of light representing the goddess of light.

The eyes of light, which were made into searchlights, patrolled the dark sea non-stop every night, deterring demons, and at the same time gave guidance to night ships and spiritual comfort to sailors.

Entering this modern and feudal city from the north by land is equally emotional.

The ancient city wall gates left over from the war of gods thousands of years ago have been modernized and turned into one large and four small, a total of five giant stone arches.Except for the central city gate that will not be opened on non-major festivals, a majestic two-way eight-lane avenue extends into the city from the other four gates.

The two lanes in the middle are dedicated to trams. Pedestrians go to the platform in the middle of the road to get on and off the tram through the pedestrian bridge.

Interestingly, advanced industrial civilization and backward gadgets coexist.

Don't look at the tram in the middle of the avenue, the two lanes in the middle are running internal combustion engine cars similar to the shape of the American Beetle in the 30s, and the outer lane, which is the most convenient to get on and off, runs a noble...horse carriage.

The avenue is not an asphalt road, but a more traditional bluestone road.

Even if the car driven by the night watchman is the latest Beetle, compared to the new shock absorbers, on this uneven road surface, there is still a continuous bad feeling of bumps.

Mark was a little speechless.

On both sides of the road, there are a variety of shops.Even in broad daylight, the shop is still flashing neon lights.For modern people, the radio with poor sound quality keeps playing unknown music, attracting passing guests.

People were coming and going on the street, but when Mark was stuck in traffic, he noticed that in a small alley by the side of the road, a large group of children aged seven to ten were sitting on the ground, and they were quickly putting matches into small ones. In the matchbox.

While waiting for a red light on the road, Mark saw that the horse in front of a carriage next to him pouted its well-braided ponytail to the left, and then a lot of things that needed to be mosaic fell on the road with a rustle. a crush...

This scene gave Mark a real feeling that he had really time-traveled.

Galian whispered in his ear:

"The event funds have been applied for. You can announce to the public that you have discovered a cultural relic left by the royal family during the expedition, and you have won a high bonus of 10 Lite dollars. Don't worry, the royal family will endorse you. As long as you catch or Kill the murderer, the old banker DuPont is willing to give you half of the reward for the murderer. And our people will sneak into the Dorothy salon in advance to protect you as a secret."

"Well." Mark's answer was actually a little absent-minded.

Because, he is going home soon.

Even if 'his' memory tells him that he is the only one in this family.

He still has apprehension.

so unfamiliar.

Not long after, the car stopped at the gate of his house.

When getting out of the car, Galian was by the car door, took out a match, and lit a cigarette for himself: "Don't worry, our people have checked it, and there is no [abnormality] inside."

"Thank you." Mark nodded with a smile.

I'm afraid, the biggest 'abnormality' is myself!
Mark looked up and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar house.

It was a small apartment building with a small garden in front of the door. The three-storey building with brick and wood structure looked a bit ordinary, considering that the apartment was located in the Kensington College area in the city, which was second only to the aristocratic district. , adjacent to Arnos Park in the west, facing the water in the east, overlooking the Elson River, with convenient transportation and beautiful environment, it is in this place to rent a small apartment of 40 square meters with a bathroom, which costs 2000 yuan per month.

This is twice the monthly salary of an ordinary salaryman in the lower urban area, and the rent is still a discount given to him by the landlord's wife because he is handsome.

Mark couldn't help wondering: Where did the original owner get so much money?

It's a pity that I searched through the memory fragments and couldn't find the answer.

Alas, no matter so much, let's go back first.

Push open the low gate of the small garden and follow the cobblestone path to the gate of the apartment building.

As soon as I entered the gate, I saw Mrs. Watson, the landlady, who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper in the concierge.

When the fat lady over forty saw Mark come in, her eyes lit up.

Mark was handsome in the first place, and he wore a brand-new suit without a name tag, which could be seen as tailor-made. There were two young men dressed as servants behind him, and he looked very high-spirited.

Mrs. Watson's eyes lit up, and her big mouth immediately opened: "Hey, little Mark, you said you were going to take risks the day before yesterday, and the whole building knew about it. You...are you really rich!?"

"Fortunately, I made a small profit." Mark bowed slightly and showed his signature charming smile at the same time.With his white-gloved right hand, he took out a handful of green gold dollars from the cowhide envelope.

When the royal letter of commendation and a stack of green hundred-dollar bills were displayed in front of the landlady in a fan shape, Mrs. Watson felt that the head portrait of the first emperor on the green bills was not so ridiculous on the spot.

His Majesty the Emperor with a lobster mustache and a bowler hat printed on the banknotes looked pleasing to the eye at the moment.

"Thank you to the landlady for taking care of me all the time. Let me treat Ms. Watson for afternoon tea." On the porter's window sill, Mark gracefully pushed three hundred-dollar bills.

"May the Goddess of Light bless you." The landlady put the banknotes into her breast pocket with lightning speed and momentum.

"May the goddess bless you too."

"Yes, your classmate."

"Lu Sifang? He ran to another town again."

Mark lied.His sad classmate is long gone.In order not to interfere with the plan, the night watchman will fake signs that he continues to travel far away, and unfortunately, encounters a car accident or something in the distance.

Mark pulled back the topic: "In the end, I have gained a lot, please keep it secret."

"Of course I won't say it casually!" The landlady smiled all over her face.

cough!What Mrs. Watson knows, it won't take long for all the wives in half the district to know.

This is exactly what someone wanted.

Mark nodded with a smile, and strode up to the second floor.

A night watchman opened the door of the apartment for Mark, went in first, and made a gesture of please.

Mark readily entered.

Rented student apartments can be said to be very simple, but also very difficult.

There is nothing to say about the furnishings inside, except that in the living room, there is a three-tier super coat hanger with a height of two people, which is full of all kinds of the latest clothes.

No matter how many times they watched this scene, the two night watchmen were left speechless.

Galian touched his nose: "We are in the living room during this time."

"Thank you." Nodding, Mark entered the bedroom. Just as he closed the door, just as Mark was about to lie down on the bed like a corpse, he was shocked to find that there was a large revolver on the bedside table. The pistol, with the extremely flamboyant golden carvings on the gun, looks so familiar...

The sun was setting, and the brilliance of the sun was like the last embers of fire burning in the sky.

For the dignitaries of St. Leighton, the evening is the beginning of the day.

After a morning of fermenting, Mark's rumors had spread, and even in the afternoon, he received a salon invitation letter from a butler sent by a certain daughter.

According to the plan, tonight he will confirm the rumor, spread the news thoroughly, arouse the jealousy of the hidden murderer, and finally achieve the trap.

It's going to be a big show tonight.

After the show is over, it is time to wait for the harvest.

When Mark came out of the room, the two night watchmen knew at a glance that after half a day's rest, Mark's condition probably didn't improve, but worsened a bit.

Gallian: "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm just a little nervous. Sometimes it's like this. I'm too nervous. Even if I take a break, I still feel more tired the more I rest."

Another night watchman, Joseph, comforted: "You can behave normally tonight. Anyway, those brainless noble daughters will believe what you say."

Mark gave a forced smile.

Joseph patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, the guy who did this is definitely not stronger than our captain. We are professionals in dealing with demons."

"Thank you, I'm relieved."

After dinner, it's time for a lady's salon once a day.In this world, due to the manifestation of the gods, the technology tree is a bit crooked. There are radios and stations, but no televisions.To pass the boring after-dinner time, there is no better way for noble daughters to get together to chat about the latest news.

What Mark was going to was the salon composed of the Countess Dorothy and several daughters of the baron's family.

According to the plan, Galian sneaked in secretly first.

Joseph and another night watchman drove to escort Mark to the salon.

Joseph noticed that Mark's eyes were a little distracted.

"Are you really all right?"

"No big deal." Mark smiled wryly.

There will be ghosts if nothing happens.

He felt that his willpower was like a cloud rising up, fluttering with the wind, gathering and dispersing, difficult to control, he couldn't even restrain his mind a little, and there were even gaps in his memory.

After washing his face before going out, Mark barely recovered.

Go to the barber shop first, and with the help of the familiar teacher Tony, I trimmed my hair a little bit.

Looking at himself in the full-length mirror, Mark smiled.

His name was not McLeod.There's no reason to shave a flaming hairstyle like Cloud's.According to his request, Mr. Tony only shaved his head.

The [shovel blue] with high hair and feet makes the whole person look very energetic, and the three horizontal stripes deliberately shaved on the temples give people a sense of trend that crosses the times.

Coupled with the bangs hanging down from the three-pointed head, the handsome guy with black hair and black eyes in the mirror is definitely the leading actor tonight.

In terms of clothes, he was dressed in black and black trousers.Originally, there was nothing special about the long shirt, but Mark deliberately cut it into an asymmetrical style with long sleeves on the left hand and sleeveless on the right shoulder.

I have to say that although the original owner is a student of occultism, he still has some muscles.The sleeveless design on the right side makes the muscle lines quite obvious.

There was too little time to change the clothes, so Mark had a few decorative buckles sewed on the trousers.

It can be said that this dress completely surpassed the trend at this time, and it was incompatible with the clothes of the imperial nobles.

Originally, this was considered a category of exotic clothes, so it depends on who wears them. If Mark wears them, he must be the most beautiful boy in the audience.

Seeing such a handsome Mark, the expressions of the two night watchmen are wonderful.

People are more mad than people!

(End of this chapter)