Game of Destiny: This player is different

"It's cloudy again."

A middle-aged man looked up with helplessness in his tone.

The gray haze weather is like a dark felt hat.

It is tightly buckled on everyone's head,

It can't be opened or taken off.

The limited light shines through the gap of the felt hat, slightly dispelling the coolness of the morning.

The driver tightened his collar and pulled the reins.

The two old horses pulling the yellow and black carriages then slowed down.

The horses' hooves kicked the bluestone road and slowly drove into the city.

After a whole night of silence, the city regained its vitality.

It seemed that the repression that lasted for more than ten hours was to be vented all at once.

Smoke rose from the chimneys of the houses in a row, and dried fish was dried outside the window.

While washing sheets and clothes, the women did not forget to wave goodbye to their husbands who went out to work.

The salty sea breeze carried the whistle of the ship, echoing from the port.

There was also the roar of steam engines.

In the streets and alleys, newspaper boys ran back and forth at the top of their voices.

Just to exchange the thick stack of newspapers in their arms for a full stomach of black bread as soon as possible.

Everyone was busy with their own affairs,

Everyone was contributing to the orderly operation of this land.

This is a gathering place of human civilization deeply influenced by the Industrial Revolution.

This is a port city with a special beauty of the Victorian era.

Opportunities and challenges coexist, and desires are intertwined with dreams.

This is——

Rochester.

...

"Enter the city."

In the yellow and black public carriage, Su Mali looked at the scenery outside the window and whispered.

At dawn in the morning, the four players trotted back to the lakeside town and prepared to leave by carriage.

As a result, they learned from the villagers that there was no carriage rental service in the countryside.

The only two ways to go to Rochester are,

either take the early public carriage or prepare your own transportation.

The price of the public carriage is 1 penny per kilometer per person, multiplied by 15 kilometers, the four players need to pay a total of 60 pence.

Fortunately, the price is not expensive, otherwise Qin Nuo thinks it is not impossible to walk there.

Anyway, with the physiological functions of the players, 15 kilometers of cross-country running is equivalent to warming up.

The public carriage slowly drove along the street.

The four players looked at the people and objects outside the window curiously while waiting for the carriage to reach the destination.

Everyone present is an old bird who has performed many tasks, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they have been through many battles.

But it is the first time to be involved in the humanities and society of the script world like this.

Even Safia, who was born in England, was shocked by the close contact with this port city with a style very similar to his hometown.

People came and went on the road, noisy and noisy.

The sounds of hawking, talking, and arguing intertwined and intersected, composing a symphony full of life.

People and things that only exist in video materials are so vividly displayed in front of us.

It seems that players have a wonderful feeling of going back in time and crossing a hundred years.

Unlike the bustle outside, the atmosphere in the carriage is a bit quiet.

Perhaps it is the gray robe on the player that makes people afraid, or perhaps Qin Nuo's red-faced Guan Gong mask is too weird.

The passengers are all crowded on another bench, not daring to get too close to the player.

Even if the bench is crowded, it is difficult to squeeze in another seat.

Only the conductor of the public carriage sat on the same bench with Qin Nuo and others.

But it is not difficult to see from his tense face and cramped expression.

He is very nervous.

Dinglingling——

The sound of the bell broke the silence.

"Sailor Street is here."

The coachman shook the bell to inform the passengers that they have arrived at the station.

"Let's go, it's time to get off the bus."

Su Mali stood up first, and the other three followed.

When the last player left, the door of the carriage gradually closed.

The remaining passengers breathed a sigh of relief.

It was as if the huge stone pressing on their hearts was finally removed.

The conductor also patted his chest and opened his mouth to speak-

The door of the carriage that was about to close reopened, and Qin Nuo's figure appeared in front of him, and he came back.

"What's the matter, sir?"

The conductor looked up blankly.

"Oh, just asking if there is such a place nearby."

"What kind of place?"

The conductor was a little confused.

"It's that kind of place, you know."

"Sir, where are you asking?"

"It's that kind of place, do you have to make it clear?"

Qin Nuo gradually became impatient, and the red-faced Guan Gong mask glared at the conductor.

This made the latter shocked and scared.

The little heart that had just been suspended started beating again.

"Sir, you want to ask about that place, right? I know, I know."

At this time, an old gentleman wearing a top hat took the initiative to speak up and help the ticket seller out.Qin Nuo turned his head and looked: "Oh, sir, you know it?"

"Yes, go straight along Sailor Street, turn left and then right and you will find it.

But that kind of place is not open during the day, you have to wait until dark."

The old gentleman was afraid that he didn't understand, so he gestured with both hands.

"Really? Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After the conversation, everyone found that Qin Nuo was holding the car door with his palm, and he had no intention of leaving.

"Sir, do you have anything else to say?"

The old gentleman asked.

"Nothing, just remember your appearance."

Qin Nuo took a deep look at the other person and said indifferently: "As for me, I never lie, and I hate others to lie.

Especially those who give random directions.

Every time I meet such a person, I will wait at his door after dark, put a sack over his head, and knock him unconscious with a stick.

Then drag him to the port, grab his feet and put him into the water back and forth, and release him thirty times a minute.

Do you know how to release people?

It means throwing people into the water and pulling them up, putting them in again and pulling them up.

Doing this can accumulate blessings and good karma like crazy.

After death, you will ascend to the Western Paradise and live forever with the beloved God."

Accumulate good karma?

I'm afraid he will be arrested and taken to the police station that day and have a jail term.

The passengers looked at each other, and their eyes finally stopped on the old gentleman.

The well-dressed old man laughed dryly twice: "Sir, I guarantee with my character that I definitely didn't lie to you."

"That's good."

Qin Nuo tilted his head and said calmly: "I will go to the site tonight for a field investigation. If it's not true... hehe."

After that, he loosened his palm and left.

The car door closed immediately.

Bang——

The old gentleman sat down on the chair, and his buttocks collided slightly with the wooden board.

He was kind enough to help, but why did he end up like this.

Fortunately, the place was not wrong, otherwise he would have to move overnight to avoid the limelight.

"Mom, the man just spoke so fiercely, can we call the police to arrest him?"

A little boy huddled in his mother's arms asked in a low voice.

"Shh!"

The woman immediately made a silent gesture and looked out the window fearfully.

After confirming that the players were not nearby, she said:

"Those people can't be messed with, you know?"

"Why?"

The little boy was puzzled.

Since getting on the bus, his mother has warned him not to talk nonsense and to stay quiet.

"Because they are detectives."

The conductor, who had not spoken for a long time, continued: "A group of lunatics who do not believe in Irene and dare to fight the devil in the dark."