Chapter 403: Cafe Anecdotes

"You just mentioned the college, what is that place?" Chen Ke interrupted at this time.

"It's Langdon University College, sir. It's near Gower Street." The driver replied.

"Langdon University...? What is Chen Ke going to find in the university?" Chen Ke asked puzzled.

"We don't need to know what he is looking for, just make sure he doesn't find it, and if he does find it, we have to snatch it." Xu Jing looked at Chen Ke with an expression that was not negotiable.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to make sure that this thing won't cause trouble when I deal with him." Chen Ke leaned back in his chair.

"I know, I didn't think of letting you face him alone. I will follow you here." Xu Jing smiled.

"So... how should we call... this person?" The big man looked at Chen Ke.

"He is also called Chen Ke, but in order to avoid various misunderstandings in the subsequent actions, I think we can give him a nickname." Xu Jing said.

Chen Ke wanted to refute, after all, it was still very unpleasant to be renamed, but Xu Jing's statement made sense, so he had to acquiesce.

"How about calling him Klein? It's easy to remember." A man wearing a gray sweater and a beard said.

Chen Ke shook his head and didn't like this name.

"I think Watt is good, Newton is also OK." Another person disagreed.

"I can't afford it..." Chen Ke waved his hand. These two names are too heavy. One opened the industrial revolution era, and the other is a famous physicist.

"Milton? Manchester? Chelsea? William?" Everyone discussed it, and it really had a bit of a cafe flavor.

"Okay, okay... Call me Lin Mo. I don't like Western names very much." Chen Ke sighed.

"Lin Mo? Does this name have any meaning?" Xu Jing asked.

"No, it's just a casual choice." Chen Ke spread his hands.

"Okay, we'll call you Lin Mo, so that we can distinguish you from Chen Ke." The boatman smiled.

Xu Jing looked at the coachman and nodded to him. The latter pulled out a cloth bag from under the table and placed it on the table. From the sound, he knew that there was an iron thing inside.

"What is this?" Chen Ke asked.

"This is your weapon in this reality." Xu Jing said.

She opened the cloth bag and took out four things from it. An iron-gray revolver, a small dagger with a sheath, two small boxes of pistol bullets and a belt with a holster.

Xu Jing held the barrel and handed the handle to Chen Ke. Chen Ke took the revolver and tried to turn the magazine out to see, but found that the magazine was locked on the gun.

"This is the 1842 military revolver. The standard weapon of the Ingram army, it can hold 5 rounds of bullets. Every time you change the bullet, you must peel off the shrapnel of the magazine cover and pour out the shells one by one from the back." Xu Jing said.

"Fuck... This is too troublesome." Chen Ke complained while looking for the shrapnel paddle behind the magazine. He turned the magazine, but found it a little tight.

"You have to break the hammer first... The magazine can be turned. Get used to it, killer." Xu Jing laughed.

The people on the side also laughed, probably because they didn't expect Chen Ke to not know how to use this pistol.

"I've shot revolvers, but I've never seen this. After all the bullets are used up, you have to pour them out one by one and put them back in. How slow is that?" Chen Ke shook his head.

He held the revolver and aimed at the ceiling, and was surprised to find that the gun didn't even have a sight. The barrel was just a bare iron pipe. It seemed that the gun was shot purely by feeling.

"What do your guns look like?" The boatman was a little curious.

"I have one, but Miss Xu Jing won't let me take it out, otherwise I really want you to see what a gun is." Chen Ke laughed.

Everyone was eager, but they knew the rules of the foundation, so they could only hold it in their hearts and sigh.

"This is nothing to brag about, Chen Ke, after this matter is done, you can let me see any gun, but you must understand that the rules I'm talking about are very important." Xu Jing supported the table with one hand and looked at Chen Ke forcefully.

"You have the final say." Chen Ke had no intention of arguing, so he picked up the belt and looked at it.

"Put on your things, everyone, thank you for providing the information, please continue your work, Chen... Lin Mo and I are going to go to Langdon University College to have a look, hoping to find some clues." Xu Jing said.

Chen Ke fastened the belt, opened the pistol of the revolver magazine, stuffed five bullets into it, and then inserted the gun into the holster, which did not conflict with the holster he was carrying.

Finally, he put the remaining bullets into his pocket, and put the small dagger into his trouser pocket, and then stood up.

"Sir, sir! You can't go up!"

At this time, there was a thumping sound of footsteps from the stairs, and the coffee chef's panicked call.

"I like the window seat upstairs, Jonathan, and I don't think your cafe's second floor is full so early."

As the voice was spoken, a spirited old man walked upstairs holding a newspaper.

He had an exaggerated beard, a side-parted hairstyle, a regrettable hairline, and a well-dressed black suit. He looked like a person from a class that didn't worry about money.

Everyone on the second floor looked at the old man, their expressions tense, their hands on the guy hidden behind his coat.

The old man was not alone, but brought four companions, some young and some as old as him, all of whom were not short of money.

"Oh, look, there are really customers upstairs, should we change the cafe?" The young man looked at Chen Ke and his friends with a look of disgust, and said to the old man.

"Don't panic, little brother. Look what I found. There are eight people at a table, seven men and one woman, and two of them are Asian? Um... no coffee was ordered, and there is an empty cloth bag on the table..." The old man pinched his beard, and his expression was very much like the incompetent police officer in some detective novels.

"Charles, can't you come at another time..." The barista also ran upstairs, looking at Xu Jing with a red face.

"Oh, my dear Jonathan, it seems that your cafe will not only host my small secret group, but perhaps... there are even bigger secrets hidden!" The old man smiled and looked at the barista called Jonathan, with an expression of insight on his face.

"Charles, it's not what you think, they are just talking about business." Jonathan explained.

"Oh, what kind of business needs to rent the second floor of the cafe?" The old man named Charles looked at Chen Ke and smiled.

Why is this old bitch looking at me? Chen Ke swallowed his saliva.

"Hello, everyone. What brings us together in this humble coffee shop on this pleasant morning? I'm curious..." Charles said with a smile.

"We don't have time to chat with an old man, so... since you want to drink coffee at this window seat, we'll give way." Xu Jing said at this time, calling people to get up and prepare to leave.

"Oh! What an impolite lady! How can you interrupt the other person so rudely when he is talking! He is talking to the man behind you!" The young man behind Charles exclaimed.

"Oh, Ander, don't be so demanding of this lady, at least this lady decided to give us their seat." Charles said.

Xu Jing was stunned.

"In fact... she is our boss." Chen Ke corrected.

"Well... so you are in an employment relationship? I almost thought you were a partner just now." Charles shrugged.

"Let's go, Chen... Lin Mo, there are still things to do." Xu Jing shook his head and dragged Chen Ke downstairs.

"If you are not in a hurry, I don't mind treating you for a cup of coffee, and maybe we can talk freely." Charles smiled.

Chen Ke and his companions walked out of the cafe without saying a word.

Charles opened the window on the second floor, watched the group leave, shook his head gently, and then asked his companions to sit at the table.

"Gentlemen, let's come back to our senses from the little episode just now and share the recent strange rumors." Charles said.

"Yes, yes... There are enough rumors about Langdon University College... Do you think supernatural events really happened in Langdon University, Mr. Dickens?" An old man with a goatee looked at Charles and took out a stack of briefs from his arms.

Charles Dickens separated the briefs on the table one by one, put them together in a certain order, and then pinched his goatee.

"This matter is worth investigating, gentlemen, I know a pair of siblings, they may be willing to go in and take a look..." Charles Dickens said.