Chapter 2766: 2 options

"It's a prosperous place." On a roof top, Bobo spoke to the death knell in the same pose as Batman: "Did you notice? There are many camera-like things on the road in the city."

"I see, cameras in the whole city are the most annoying sight for criminals, aren't they?" Su Ming answered him with a smile, while paying attention to pedestrians on the street: "Even if it is in Gotham, any surveillance can't prevent crime. Up."

People's clothing is still what it was in the 1950s, including ladies' skirts and hairstyles, as if time had been stopped forever.

Hundreds of years have passed without any change in aesthetics. They still use tongs to cool and perm big wavy and curly hair, and then wrap a handkerchief on their heads.

If Hallie walks in the street in this way, she should have exposed her identity directly.

The men's dressing is not much better. It is the style of long trench coats and suits, and then wearing a fedora. The aesthetics of that era is actually not much different from the Prohibition era.

Everything in the city is standard, as if measured by a ruler. All streets are tic-tac-toe grids, but people do not seem very depressed, but in a good mood.

Also, since we know that our compatriots from the outside world are all dead, and only they live underground to survive, human beings have a strange characteristic. When we know that our kind is worse than our own, our bleak life seems to be less painful.

Why do they actually have a bad life? Because the underground is not on the ground after all, the industries that can be developed in this kind of place are very limited, and the involution alone is enough for many people to feel uncomfortable.

Not to mention that if the death knell came to rule this dungeon, he would definitely choose to raise the barriers to entry for other industries, and then squeeze the human resources other than necessary for survival into the industries he wants them to work in.

This is a conventional means of manipulating a society behind the scenes, through the market and the economy to regulate and control.

"Wait for me, I'll go down and get you some clothes."

Su Ming confessed to several people, and then turned around and changed his clothes by strangling and re-enacting what he had dressed in Marvel's 1930s, because "The Godfather" never goes out of style.

Going downstairs invisible and appearing in the blind spot of surveillance, he looked like a local resident, with a happy smile on his face, searching for the location of ready-made clothing shops along the street.

When passing by the automatic newsstand, he let the Stranding stoke the instrument secretly, and obtained a few coins from it, as well as a copy of today's newspaper.

He was not the only one standing on the street reading the newspaper, and naturally he didn't seem too strange.

The coin is made of bronze, with the denomination and the hooded head of the prophet engraved on it.

The news in the newspapers is very ordinary, except for a large number of advertisements, it is just a little bit of lace news.

Okay, now at least we can know that there are no superheroes that can get in the way, and of course there are no supervillains, which is a good thing.

When a city is about the same size as the entire Australia, many problems can be covered up. At least there are no negative reports in the news. At most, it means that the gas pipeline on the road in which district has blown up again.

Folding the newspaper and holding it under his arm, the death knell opened the door and walked into a clothing store, at least the sign hanging on the door frame said that.

The shop was covered with cloth and made clothes. A tailor with round glasses greeted him with a standard London accent:

"Sir, what service can I offer you?"

With this opening, the death knell seems to have seen the wave of the times rushing forward, and the sun of the unsettling empire is slowly falling into the sea...

"I want a few sets of clothes, but I won't pay you, sir, I use ancient relics in exchange."

Su Ming kept the gentleman's smile, and also responded in a standard London accent. At the same time, he took a lighter from his pocket and placed it gently on the counter.

It's just an ordinary grinding wheel lighter. I forgot where I picked it up during World War II. It seemed to be a German soldier? There was still half a pack of cigarettes.

The cigarette was finished, but Su Ming didn't throw the lighter, even if he didn't use it much later.

The shopkeeper helped the glasses, and did not say yes or no, but said that he would leave for a while and invite someone to appraise them.

It’s understandable, but it’s the same if you invite anyone. This is a genuine World War II product. If someone dares to say that it’s a fake, you can be an unruly person.... Death knell can also use another free method. Come get clothes and reach the perfect dive achievement.

Facts have proved that the descendants of Americans in the 1950s are relatively simple. The shop owner quickly invited professionals to appraise the lighter and confirm that it was still usable, and gave a very high price.

In other words, the death knell used a lighter picked up that year to change several sets of high-end clothes, and the tailor's shop owner would even give him a lot of money.

Obviously, they also made some money. When Su Ming was picking clothes, while chatting with the shop owner and appraisers, he learned that the Prophet encouraged anyone to join the expedition, go to the ground to search for relics and find lost history.

As long as someone can return to the team smoothly, those things will be purchased at a high price, allowing those who venture out to live a good life for a long time.

The prophet invented an advanced vehicle that can dig forward in the snowdrift at high speed without walking on the top of the snow, and avoiding being surrounded by zombies as much as possible.

But even so, the casualty rate in this industry is still high. Working under the snow, an avalanche will kill people, let alone excavate the ruins of the city.

After understanding the situation in general, Su Ming returned to everyone in a concealed manner, and at the same time began to make a stilt for Bobo.

"Technology has advanced to 2555, but this society stopped in 1950, regardless of the morale or behavior, in all aspects." Su Ming hammered a wooden stick and made gestures with Bobo's height: "They admire The prophet is not fanatical, but rather rational."

Hallie put on her coat, put on high heels, wrapped the pink and blue double ponytail on top of her head, wrapped it in a handkerchief, still biting her hairpin in her mouth and said:

"Anyway, let's find this person first. Have you found out where the prophet's house is?"

"I asked a few words side by side, but the two old men just laughed and didn't say anything, as if they were being asked children questions by adults, thinking it was a joke."

Su Ming recalled what happened in the tailor's shop, but felt a little strange. The prophet's residence seemed to be unknown to everyone, but there was no visible mark pointing to it.

There are many high-rise buildings in the city, but there is no place close to the prophet.

"So I think the orangutan, don't be attracted by the prophet, we should focus on the clues of soul filling. UU reading www.uukānshu.com" Bobo jumped on the stilts driven by the death knell. , Skillfully put on human clothes and pants, he is from a circus after all: "Where there are soul fluctuations or spatial fragmentation, we will look for them."

If you want to throw the weapons produced here to Multivariate 1, whether it is through technology or magic, it will inevitably produce spatial fragmentation, unless it is a bridge method like Sepulk.

"This is also a way, anyway, the purpose is just to stop the heavy snow on Earth 0, and the identity of this prophet is not that important."

Raven gave her own opinion, but she said no, it still depends on the death knell's decision.

Su Ming took out a cigarette and watched the city under the sun spit out a puff of smoke. From the ground, the artificial sun looked like a rolling white fireball.

It emits light, but not much heat.

"Check the soul first, Raven, you try the spirit descending ritual." The death knell made a decision. The so-called prophetic problem can be postponed, and the heavy snow and monster invasion must be stopped first.

"But I have no medium." Raven's fingers were tangled together.

"Here you are." The death knell passed her a pen like magic: "Remember the zombie whose head was chopped off by me? This is his thing."

Popo's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he murmured: "Have you turned the search for corpses into instinct? How much influence has the career of a mercenary left on you?"

"Don't care about the details. If you drop a gold pen in the snow on the road, you will pick it up if you see it. What's wrong with picking it from someone else's carcass? Let's start with the raven, and leave it alone."

Su Ming stretched out his fingers to pinch Bobo's mouth, and then fixed him on a stilt. The two empty sleeves also put his chest in a pose, which really looked like a thug in sunglasses.