Chapter 394 Mission: Mist and Yu Hua

The long street was covered with dark grey mist visible to the naked eye. The steam train was moving slowly along the rails laid on the cement road, carrying people in suits and leather shoes from one station to another through the dark brown and gray-white buildings with pointed roofs.

The brass pipes were looming on the building. The surfaces of the buildings that had been used for a long time were covered with a layer of tuff that had been deposited over the years, indicating that their working time was counted in decades.

The grey-brown crowd did not take the steam-driven train. They walked down the street with their heads down, passing the gas street lamps that had not been lit yet.

Victoria.

New London.

1886.

Ji Lin raised his head from the newspaper and observed the surrounding environment.

The flow of people wearing various woolen cloths maintained their own demeanor and walked slowly on the street, forming a clear river with the crowd wearing rough work clothes on the other side.

A street, divided by steam passenger trains, speeding carriages and steam locomotives.

An oriental face always looks so special in this world, fortunately they haven't found this oriental man yet.

And the air in this world has always been filled with an indescribable smell, like carbon and sulfur are released into the air after burning together, without any purification or treatment, allowing it to spread by itself.

In the distance, the moving train slowly releases the exhaust gas produced by the combustion, allowing them to slowly dissipate in the air.

Light mist.

In the fog farther away, Ji Lin watched the iron-gray mechanical creation with four long limbs wandering around the chimneys of the factory area on the edge of the city, and occasionally saw the brown-yellow airship cruising in the sky like a giant.

Gray fog, brass pipes, rotating gears.

is the background color of this world.

He touched his waist, where a full-coverage gas mask belonging to him was hung, and he was also wearing the same woolen/wool clothes as the people who maintained their manners on the roadside.

His original clothes had been changed, and he was put on clothes with the characteristics of this world. They were no longer military uniforms with military characteristics - but ordinary, ordinary woolen clothes belonging to ordinary people, without offensive weapons.

Ji Lin missed the feeling of having a rifle or a light crossbow in his hand, which gave him an indescribable sense of security.

He closed his eyes to awaken the source in his body. Whether it was the source or the framework that could drive the divine arts, it could still flow stably, and he could use this power freely.

What did the system let him do in this world...

Ji Lin didn't know, he didn't know.

The first moment he saw the scene around him, Ji Lin fell into a brief confusion.

The system did not give him any tasks, but simply put him into this time gap.

He did not dare to take a deep breath, the air condition in this world was too bad, he had seen more than one person covering his mouth and nose with his hands and coughing softly.

But more people walked slowly forward as if they had already gotten used to this bad air environment.

‘Task time: 300 minutes, if it is determined that the task has been completed, enter early evacuation. ’

He believed that the system would always allow him to get in touch with the base point of the variables in this world, before which he needed to wait and prepare.

It was much longer than the time limit given to him by the system before, and in one-tenth of the time flow rate... a month would pass in the territory.

Well, a month.

But for him it was a year.

The air environment here was bad, but not so bad that it was poisonous... You could still breathe freely without wearing a gas mask.

Breathe freely.

For Ji Lin, who was used to the air in the pre-industrial era, the atmosphere in the industrial era was still a little bit uncomfortable.

Ji Lin put on the gas mask, letting the half-covered gas mask cover his face and reveal his short black hair.

There are many people with black hair here, and the streets are not full of people with colorful hair. Covering his oriental face makes him not too noticeable on the street.

In short, in this bad environment, there is no problem wearing a gas mask.

It can ensure that your breathing is more comfortable.

The world behind the lens began to become clear, and the light fog dissipated with the departure of the steam train. The sunlight sprinkled from the clouds and penetrated the air, and the granular dust fell to the ground.

It illuminated the surrounding Victorian-style buildings, steel, glass, triangular roofs, and brick walls composed of gray, yellow and white as the main colors spread along the road.

Many bright shops that are isolated from the outside world by glass windows are still open for business, with different shop signs hanging to indicate their products and sales range. People in neat clothes come in and out from time to time.

Very prosperous. If you ignore the occasional fog, this is a very prosperous city.

Through the lens, the eyes fall on the newspaper in front of me, and I get local information from the newspaper again, and get information about this steam-driven city.

Newspapers, media for the public, low-cost paper media... A tabloid on the street can use its own offset printing machine to mass-produce its own tabloids. They are not as exquisite as those newspapers, but they can always rely on their solid foundation of "news" to get a place in the public.

Quoting out of context comes from not quoting out of context.

The New London Times

Ji Lin shifted his gaze slightly and looked at the newsstand next to him. This newsstand on the corner was the only one nearby.

Newsstand, a little nostalgic, this kind of old-fashioned newsstand that looks like a silo has not been seen for a long time - and this kind of newsstand usually sells various daily consumer goods and consumables, taking into account the function of a roadside store.

The bored newsstand owner sat behind the transparent glass and brewed coffee, turned the valve to close the gas pipeline, took a bag of coffee powder from the shelf, tore it open and poured it into the boiling kettle.

He used a spoon to stir the instant coffee powder that looked very bitter. Ji Lin watched him take out a glass jar and then use a spoon to fill it with the transparent white sugar granules.

One spoon, two spoons, three spoons...

Ji Lin watched him add at least fifteen spoons of sugar to the cup that was also as thick as his arm, and took a rare deep breath.

His fist hardened.

There were newspapers from three newspaper companies in front of the newsstand owner, and the newspapers from these three newspaper companies almost occupied the most golden one-third of the area in front of the stall.

"Today's Post", "New London News", "Industrial Scholar"

Well, the newspaper in my hand is one of them.

He who doesn't know English can read, write and write English very fluently with the help of the system, just like he uses Chinese fluently.

Soon, Ji Lin closed the newspaper and apologized for his thoughts five minutes ago.

It turned out that he was wrong. This damn newspaper was full of messy gossip. Ji Lin didn't care which earl had a mistress again, and which duke's second son was fighting for a woman with someone else.

He shouldn't have too much expectation for this thing called a newspaper.

Ji Lin looked at the restaurant on the roadside and realized that it was not good for him to stand next to the newsstand like this.

This newspaper has a lot of content, and the texture of the hand is not thin. It is not a good thing to stand on the street to read it.

He touched a few coins and banknotes from his pocket, and also touched a particularly hard wide piece of metal.

"Give me a copy of Today's Post and Industrial Scholars, how much is it in total?"

"Sir..."

The newspaper owner saw the gas mask on Ji Lin's face, his hands trembled, lowered his head and quickly put away the two newspapers and burst out a number.

He took the coin handed to him by Ji Lin and gave him the change.

Ji Lin nodded, turned around and left, and walked to the restaurant on the roadside, deciding to find a good place to learn about the situation in this world.

By the way, taste the food in this world.

He soon realized that this was not a very good decision...

But now Ji Lin is still in deep thought about the task.

Before, the system assigned him an identity when he was asked to perform tasks. In the mission of Gas and Steel, he was a regiment officer, and in the mission of Lightless Broken Veins, he was an escort with an escort unit.

Then he in this world...

What Ji Lin didn't notice was that when he put on his own gas mask, the people around him all stepped back imperceptibly to leave distance for him.

It was like seeing a night crow that brought misfortune.

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