Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

On the morning of the third day after the expedition, I went home.

Mark is quite unfamiliar with this "home".

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

The city of Saint Leiden, the second largest port city in 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 islands 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 pitch-black sea non-stop every night, to frighten the demons, and at the same time to guide the night boat and comfort the sailors.

Entering this city with both modern and feudal flavors from the north by land is equally impressive.

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

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

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 run with internal combustion engine cars similar to the Beetles in the 1930s in the United States.

The boulevard is also not a big asphalt road, but a more traditional bluestone road.

Even if the car driven by the night watchman is the latest Beetle, compared with the new shock absorber, there is still a continuous bad bumpy feeling on this kind of uneven road.

Mark was a little speechless.

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

There were people coming and going on the street, but Mark noticed a small alley beside the road when he was stuck in traffic. A large group of seven-to-ten-year-old children were sitting on the ground, swiftly loading matches into small ones. in a matchbox.

While waiting for the red light on the road, Mark saw that the horse in front of a carriage next to him poked his well-knitted ponytail to the left, and then a lot of things that needed mosaics fell on the road rustling. a powder...

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

Galian whispered in his ear:

"The funding for the event has been applied. You can announce to the public that you have discovered a cultural relic left by the royal family during your expedition, and have won a high prize of 100,000 lite dollars. Rest assured, the royal family will endorse you. Just catch or To kill the murderer, the banker old Dupont is willing to give you half of the reward for the murderer. Our people will sneak into the Dorothy Salon in advance to protect you as a secret son."

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

Because he is going home soon.

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

He was still apprehensive.

so unfamiliar.

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

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

"Thank you." Mark nodded with a smile.

I am afraid that the biggest 'abnormal' is myself!

Mark raised his head and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar house.

It was a small apartment building with a small garden in front of it. It looked a bit unremarkable as a three-story brick and wood structure, considering that the apartment was located in the Kensington College area, which was second only to the aristocratic area in the city. , adjacent to Arnos Park in the west, facing the water in the east, overlooking the Elson River, with convenient transportation and beautiful environment, just renting a 40-square-meter small suite with a bathroom in this place will cost 2,000 yuan per month.

This is twice the monthly salary of an ordinary salaryman in the lower city. This rent is still the discounted price the landlady gave him for the sake of his handsomeness.

Mark couldn't help but wonder: 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 how 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 landlord, who was drinking tea and reading a newspaper in the gatehouse.

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

Mark was already handsome, and even put on a brand new suit without a brand name, which was tailor-made at first glance, and there were two young men dressed as servants behind him.

Mrs. Watson's eyes lit up, and her big mouth opened immediately: "Yo, little Mark, you said the day before yesterday to take an adventure, and the whole building knew about it. You...really made a fortune!?"

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

When the Royal Commendation letter and a stack of green hundred-yuan bills were fanned out in front of the landlady, Mrs. Watson only thought that the head of the first emperor on the green bills was not so funny on the spot.

His Majesty the Emperor with a lobster-shaped mustache and a bowler hat printed on the banknotes is 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 window sill of the porter, Mark gracefully pushed three hundred-yuan bills.

"May the goddess of light bless you." The landlady put the banknotes into the pocket of her chest at a speed that could not cover her ears.

"May the goddess bless you too."

"Yes, your classmate."

"Rusfang? He went to another town again."

Mark lied. His tragic classmate was long gone. In order not to get in the way of the plan, the Night's Watch would fake signs that he was going on a long journey, and then unfortunately got into a car accident in the distance or something.

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

"Of course I won't say it casually!" The landlady smiled.

cough! What Mrs. Watson knew, half the wives in the district would know in less than half a day.

This is exactly what someone wants.

Mark smiled and nodded, strode up to the second floor.

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

Mark happily entered.

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

There is nothing to say about the furnishings inside, just in the living room, there is a two-person three-layer super coat rack, which is covered with all kinds of the latest clothes.

No matter how many times I watched this scene, the two night watchmen felt speechless.

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

"Thank you." Nodding, Mark entered the bedroom, and just 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, the golden engraving on the gun, looks so familiar...

As the sun sets, the brilliance of the sun is like the last ray of fire burning in the sky.

For the dignitaries of St. Leiden, the night is the beginning of the day.

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

According to the plan, tonight he will confirm the rumor, spread the news thoroughly, stimulate the jealousy of the hidden murderer, and finally realize the booby-trapping.

It's a big show tonight.

When the show is over, it's time to wait for the harvest.

Mark came out of the room, and the two night watchmen knew at a glance that after half a day's rest, Mark's condition was probably not getting better, but worse.

Galian: "Are you all right?"

"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 that the more I rest, the more tired I get."

Another night watchman, Joseph, comforted: "Tonight, you will behave normally. Anyway, those brainless nobles will believe what you say."

Mark gave a far-fetched smile.

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

"Thank you, I'm relieved."

After dinner, it's ladies' salon time once a day. The world is a little crooked due to the appearance of gods, and there are radios and radio stations, but no televisions. Noble daughters pass the boring after-dinner time, but gather together to chat about the latest news.

What Mark was going to was the salon composed of 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 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's nothing wrong with ghosts.

He felt that his willpower was like a rising cloud, fluttering with the wind, gathering and dispersing, difficult to control, and 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.

I went to the barber shop first, and with the help of Mr. Tony I knew, I trimmed my hair a little.

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

His name is not Macleod. There's no reason to shave a flaming hairstyle the same as Claude's. According to his request, Mr. Tony only made a three-seven-point head.

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

With the bangs hanging down at seven points, this handsome guy with black hair and black pupils in the mirror is definitely the leading actor tonight.

In terms of clothes, a black shirt and black pants. Originally, there was nothing special about the long shirt, but it was deliberately cut for Mark to have a long sleeve on the left hand and an asymmetrical sleeveless on the right shoulder.

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

Too little time to change the clothes, so Mark had a few decorative buckles sewed on the pants.

This dress can be said to be completely beyond the current trend, and it does not fit in with the clothes of the imperial nobles.

Originally, this is the category of fancy clothes. It also depends on who wears it. If Mark is wearing it, he must be the most beautiful boy in the audience.

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

People are more mad than people!