The red moon returns

Chapter 14 The square in front of the Grand Cross District Station (seeking further reading)

The moment he opened his eyes, Lin Qi was in a trance.
  It was already bright outside the window, and the street was noisy with people and horses neighing.

He squeezed his arms and kicked his legs to confirm that he was not dreaming.

He has really traveled through time and is in a mysterious world similar to the Victorian era.

Looking at his pocket watch, it was already twelve o'clock, and he slept until noon.

It seems that the enthusiasm for using the fiery lady in the end still brought a huge burden to the body.

Get up, you must hurry up, you have an appointment with Officer Natalie, and then you have to look for a house.

After quickly washing up, he rummaged through the cupboard and found a piece of dry bread. Although it was hard enough to be used as a weapon, it was at least five pennies a pound of white bread, not three pennies a pound of black bread but at least half of it had unknown ingredients.

You shouldn't die if you eat it.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, soaked in water and stuffed the unpalatable dry bread into his stomach.

There is no feeling of eating except for the teeth.

Forget it, in difficult times, just experience the life of a medieval aristocrat.

You must live a normal life as soon as possible.

Lynch put on his only formal clothes in front of the mirror and picked up his cheap old cane. Very good, travel companion, let's go and continue to take you to experience this new world.

[Okay, Awakener. 】

The gentle voice was as gentle as ever, and fell into silence after it sounded. However, Lin Qi felt instantly energized, pulled up his chair and strode out of the apartment.

I almost bumped into the person standing at the door.

Who.

It was a thin, dry, middle-aged man wearing a formal suit and a mustache. Lynch looked a little familiar, but when he compared it with his memory, his expression became quite strange.

Mr. Wilson Natch, alter ego, landlord.

Lynch immediately looked at the window behind him.

The height of the second floor, if you jump out of the window and escape, you will probably lose your legs.

"Lynch Leviv, what's the matter with you? I heard that you brought the police to the door. And this door. Do you want to demolish the house? It will be repaired soon."

"It's okay, it's just good citizens assisting the Department of Order's investigation. The problem has been solved." Lin Qi nodded with a smile and asked anxiously, "Mr. Wilson, why are you here today..."

"Collect the rent, do you still have to wait for me to urge you?" Wilson's voice was quite high.

"Today? Not tomorrow?" Lynch looked at the window again.

"Huh, it's so shabby every month. How can I starve you to death if I pay you one day early? I have to put it off until the last day. No wonder no one comes to your shabby office. Let me tell you, you can't do it even if you are one penny short tomorrow. Otherwise, don’t blame me for throwing all your luggage out when the time comes.”

The mean words came out of the rat-bearded man's mouth in an almost substantive manner, making Lynch's mouth tremble, and the veins in his forehead pulsating, making him want to kick him out.

Forget it, I have made up my mind to move anyway.

"By the way, I came today with a letter from you. I don't know who put it in my mailbox last night."

It was an ordinary envelope with Lynch's name written on it, and it didn't even have a stamp. It was obvious that he put it in the mailbox instead of mailing it.

It couldn't be that a previous client sent me the reward.

Ignoring his anger, Lynch took the envelope, waved his fist at Wilson's leaving back, and quickly opened the envelope.

No money.

Lin Qi sighed painfully, took out the letter paper inside, read it again, and his face darkened.

Mr. Lynch Leviev:
  Thank you for your wonderful performance last night.

As a bonus, enjoy the last month of your life to the fullest.

One month from now, I look forward to seeing you again in the Hall of the Flashers.

There was no signature, just a weird smile.

Lin Qi frowned and looked at the letter paper against the light. After all, he was not really a professional detective. There was no clue on the letter paper.

He pursed his lips, folded the letter, and put it into his pocket. His good mood just now was cast into a haze.

Provocative?
  Did he have nothing to do?

If it's not idle, it means there must be a purpose for doing such stupid things, but I don't know it yet.

It doesn't matter, there is still a month left, I can think about it slowly.

Lin Qi smiled coldly, put the envelope away, took a deep breath, regained interest and left the apartment.

This place is not close to the Ale Street on the address. It takes at least an hour to walk there, and it takes a lot of physical energy. After much hesitation, Lynch still reluctantly made a decision.

Just walk.

After all, even the cheapest public carriage, which can carry twenty passengers, costs three pennies for a five-kilometer journey. As for the other two types of horse-drawn carriages, they are even more expensive.

A cab with a closed compartment, carrying four passengers, started at twelve pence, or one shilling, for three kilometers, and then two pence for each kilometer thereafter. The starting price for an open-top taxi carrying two passengers is only eight pence, one penny per kilometer.

I couldn't even bear to take a public carriage, let alone a cab.

Lynch gritted his teeth and left, just like taking his travel companions to visit the Rhine City.

In fact, this is the first time Lynch has used a daytime perspective to appreciate this novel world.

Breathing the air mixed with the faint smell of coal smoke and walking among gentlemen and ladies in formal attire, Lynch felt that he was gradually integrating into this strange new world.

This place is at most the level of the 18th century, when steam engines had just entered people's lives.

There are fewer and fewer farmlands, and more and more factories are emitting black smoke. Carriages loaded with coal and whale oil often pass by on the streets, and steam trains loaded with goods continue to pass through the city.

As the second largest city in the Rand Kingdom, the Rhine City with a population of one million covers nearly a thousand square kilometers including the suburbs. According to the custom left over from the lords' era three hundred years ago, the city is divided into twelve districts.

The river valley area where Lynch Apartments is located is a relatively developed commercial area, and various shops can be seen everywhere, reflecting the freedom and unrestrainedness of this era.

As his pace became faster and faster, the noise and bustle of the business district gradually faded away, and Lynch passed through the Crown District in the center of the city and entered the Grand Cross District where railroad tracks can be seen everywhere.

The train station is built in this area, and trains from all directions meet here, making the Grand Cross area particularly lively.

Wiping the sweat mixed with smoke and dust on his forehead, Lynch stopped in a large square not far from the train station.

Sore feet.

With a whistle, the steam locomotive dragging black smoke and white mist rushed out of the station like a ferocious steel monster, roaring into the distance.

Strong laborers carried boxes of goods through the crowd, passengers on their way dragged their suitcases through the streets, vendors pushing carts shouted from time to time, and thin newsboys ran along the streets waving rolls of newspapers.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers. Last night the police raided a group of cultists' lair and nine cultists died on the spot."

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers. Construction of the Best Mountain Tunnel is about to begin. Mountain residents secretly plan a march to stop the construction of the tunnel."

"Extra, extra, the kingdom has introduced its first aerostat. Princess Sophia of the Rose family will use the aerostat to visit various cities..."

Lin Qi was a little stunned for a moment. The extraordinary power of the new world may be quite far away, but the breath of life has quietly come to him.

Especially that sneaky lady dressed as a man on the street.

On a sunny afternoon, hold a cup of warm coffee, wait in a long line to buy a few pieces of fragrant honey biscuits, squeeze through the passing crowds, look around secretly on the way, take a quick bite of the biscuits while no one is paying attention, and then take another sip. Hot coffee, this kind of life is simply...

"It turns out that Officer Natalie also slacks off to buy snacks while working." Lynch chased after him in a few steps.

Oops, a paper package of biscuits fell from his hand. Fortunately, Lin Qi was quick and caught it in time. The sweet smell of honey whetted his nostrils and whetted his appetite. No wonder this woman had to queue up to buy some while fishing at work.

When Lynch raised his head and was about to hand over the paper bag, he found that the lady in front of him was blushing, her head was like a steam locomotive, almost emitting white smoke, and she explained helplessly: "I, I, I, I, I don't. "

"what?"

"Well, that's right, I have a friend, I brought it for him, no, no, I didn't eat it myself."

"Oh, I understand, I understand, I have a friend, understand, I also have... ow."

The red-faced police officer stopped Lynch's teasing in the most effective way. She stepped on his feet, grabbed the biscuits and stuffed them into the pocket of her windbreaker. She coughed dryly, tried to cool down her cheeks, and said in a pretentious tone: "You came earlier than I thought. I thought you would wait until evening to make a decision."

"I wanted to ask you earlier to help me sell the ring and move to a cheaper house, but before I went out, the landlord sent a letter. I intentionally sent it to his mailbox to avoid being tracked." For the sake of his life safety, Lynch tried his best to steal the little mouse. The image of eating biscuits came to mind, "It seems to be a letter of provocation written by Randall's master."

"Huh? You want to move?" Officer Natalie nodded, "Forget it, come with me first, and then we go in. The club is across the street."

In an inconspicuous corner opposite the square, there is a three-story building.

It is a very ordinary Victorian-style building with intricate pipes climbing up the outer wall. At first glance, it is an old building from fifty years ago. At that time, the era of gas lights and steam power had not yet entered, so there were these exposed pipes.

There is an ugly scarecrow sign hanging at the door of the building. The door is closed, but mysterious people wearing windbreakers and top hats with collars turned up to hide their faces often come and go.

Entering the door, there is a corridor extending to the left and right, and the front is an open hall.

The hall was arranged as a bar, which was quite spacious, with at least thirty or forty sets of tables and chairs scattered around, and a circular bar in the middle.

Although it is still afternoon, there are already forty or fifty customers sitting in the bar, most of them are gentlemen in formal attire. After all, the world has not yet developed to the era where women fill the bar.

However, what surprised Lynch was that the atmosphere among these gentlemen was quite intense at this time. Most of them gathered at the bar, excited and shouting loudly, with a tense attitude, as if a bloody battle might break out at any time.

Lynch looked at Officer Natalie beside him, but the police officer looked calm and composed, leading Lynch towards the bar.

The bar layout is very eighteenth century style. The difference is that there is a hemispherical glass cover in the middle of the bar. It is brightly lit and can be seen clearly. It is a rockery-like arrangement.

There was also a large blackboard hanging above his head, with detailed tables drawn on it and various numbers written on it. It looked quite professional, making Lynch think that he had entered the most primitive stock exchange.

And when you get closer and take a closer look, you can see that the people at the bar are not arguing. They are waving bills one by one in their hands and handing them to the bar with all their strength. The two bartenders at the bar, dressed as beauties in men's clothing, took them skillfully. banknotes, and the other more skillfully wrote a string of numbers on the blackboard.

Really an early stock exchange? But it doesn’t quite look like it.

While Lin Qi was thinking about it, he noticed something moving in the glass cover out of the corner of his eye.

what?
  　It’s so important to pursue reading. Thank you very much for pursuing reading.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)