Chapter 423: Lost Stranger

Chen Ke climbed out of the coffin and suddenly felt as if someone was looking at him.

He looked to the left and saw a middle-aged woman in a blue cloth skirt standing on the path a few meters away. She looked pale and looked at Chen Ke, not daring to breathe.

"Madam... Excuse me, where is this?" Chen Ke asked.

The lady didn't speak. She seemed to be scared. She was trembling and couldn't move.

Chen Ke sighed, straightened his windbreaker that was still stained with mud and blood, and ran into the midnight fog.

The streets of Langdon were empty and silent at midnight. The security guards in blue clothes were patrolling the streets with kerosene lamps.

In the 19th century, many big cities had curfews, and it was illegal to go out alone at night.

Chen Ke avoided the light of kerosene lamps all the way, walked through unfamiliar buildings, and after leaning against a dark corner, he heard several sheriffs talking.

"It's so cold, my dick is going to be frozen." A security guard rubbed his hands.

"Were you present at the murder that happened at the Byron West Hotel last week?" said another sheriff holding a kerosene lamp.

"That case was quite a big deal, but I wasn't on the Thames at the time. It is said that... the murderer killed two people and dismembered them?" asked the sheriff.

"Yes, he killed two people. The man was beheaded. There was also a woman, only her limbs were left, and the rest of her body could not be found. God knows what the murderer did to the woman..." said the sheriff holding a kerosene lamp.

"Oh... Damn, it's disgusting to hear... But I heard that the dead were all Asian?" The sheriff shivered for a while, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or for other reasons.

"Yes, they are all Asian. But judging from their clothes, they look like rich people, not working here, and they don't have braids." said the sheriff holding a kerosene lamp.

"Well, are they two more Scarlet Phoenix people trying to become Ingram people? These days, it seems that people all over the world want to move to Longtown." The sheriff said contemptuously.

"No way, maybe they are just two poor barbarians who want to integrate into civilized society. To be honest, I feel a little sympathetic to the killer." The security guard holding the kerosene lamp shrugged.

"What do you mean?" the security guard asked.

"He just killed two mice, but he is wanted. I think the queen should express her position." The security guard holding the kerosene lamp shook his head.

"Shh... you should be careful when you speak..." the security guard whispered.

Chen Ke left the two people. No matter in that era or in any place, racists are annoying.

The urban area of ​​Langdon has two sides. If the streets of Langdon, where King's College of Langdon, Shakespeare Theater, and cafes and factories full of the atmosphere of the times are located, are the surface world of Langdon.

Then, as long as you climb over the wooden partition and walk into the narrow gap between the buildings, you can enter the inner world of Langdon.

Countless low bungalows built with wooden boards are built next to the brick walls of the buildings facing the street, and sporadic domestic chickens run on the muddy ground. The orange oil lamp light and the crying of babies are revealed from the gaps between the partitions.

Chen Ke walked through the narrow alley and saw a solid wooden door that was out of place in the dirty alley. He looked up and saw a small sign on it that read "Joseph Ka's Clinic".

Chen Ke melted the lock, quietly walked into the dark room, and went up the mahogany stairs to the second floor of the clinic.

It was midnight and no one was in the clinic. Such small clinics generally did not keep patients overnight.

Chen Ke searched the second floor and touched the knob of the gas lamp. He slowly turned it to make the room a little brighter.

He came to the bathroom mirror, supported the small copper washstand with both hands, and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

His face was dirty, with a circle of beard growing on his chin and under his nose. His hair was sticky and had not been washed for several weeks, and there were dried blood stains on it.

His clothes were also very dirty. Dirt and blood mixed together on the wool, making the dark blue fabric blue and black, like a mouse with hair falling off.

Chen Ke took off his clothes, turned on the copper faucet, picked up a small bucket from the side and filled it, then began to wash.

It took about half an hour for Chen Ke to finally wash off the mud and blood on his body and shave his beard.

His clothes were too dirty. If he walked on the street during the day, he would definitely get 100% of the attention... Chen Ke didn't find any decent clothes in the small clinic, so he took out Florence's soul.

"This soul only adds 10 hours of life limit, which is not very meaningful. It's better to change Florence's suit and see." Chen Ke said secretly.

The equipment obtained from the soul started with Faralis, followed by Angele. Now all the holy objects on him are lost. The most urgent thing is to find a way to get them back.

He crushed Florence's soul, and with a snap, the gray-white soul mist swirled in his hand, turning into five orange holy diamonds. It was a complete set of Victorian trench coats.

The suit included a tricorn hat with a black mask, which was folded into a sharp corner, and the edges on both sides were a little torn, like cracked feathers.

The upper body was a dark brown stand-up collar trench coat, paired with a dark brown leather sleeveless jacket and a light gray shirt. Three large leather belts were tied on the small jacket, acting as waist and abdomen armor.

There was also a dark yellow scarf around the trench coat, which dragged all the way to the waist behind, swinging back and forth behind the buttocks.

Leather gauntlets and gloves were tied to the forearms of both hands. The gauntlet of the left arm was wrapped with iron chains, and there were iron plates at the joints of the gloves. A small piece of iron was tied to the right arm as a protective plate.

The lower body was a plain dark pair of pants, rough but sturdy, and the long boots on the feet reached all the way to the knees. The front of the boots was tied with leg armor made of iron plates and thick leather.

Chen Ke looked in the mirror. This set of Victorian gentleman's windbreaker was specially modified for combat.

He raised his hand to look at the gloves, and an information box appeared in his vision.

[Florence's Blood Curse] (complete set)

[Durability: Indestructible]

[Blood Curse: Immune to rational attacks, firearms damage increased by 150%, and damage received doubled] (need a complete set)

[Mystic Explosion: Using the wearer's blood as a medium, an energy explosion with arcane properties is generated within a range of 5 meters. 】(A complete set is required)

[Indestructible: Can never be destroyed]

[Florence is not only a noble knight personally appointed by the Queen, but also the first hunter of the Secret Keeper. After being eroded by the blood of God, the hunters who used to be active under the night have become monsters hiding underground. 】

Although this set of clothing has the fatal doubled injury feature, it provides 1.5 times the power of firearm attacks. It seems to be positioned exclusively for long-range, and it is also immune to rational attacks, which is actually useful.

Chen Ke went downstairs quietly, left Josephka's small clinic, and threw the dirty clothes he changed into the trash can.

The moon hung quietly in the sky, watching the foggy city below, and the cold night wind did not make Chen Ke feel how cold it was.

Death came suddenly, leaving him in an extremely passive state. In this unfamiliar era, Chen Ke needs to be cautious step by step.

Xu Jing should not be dead yet, otherwise she would definitely come to find him. Now, Xu Jing may still be tortured by the other party.

But Chen Ke's first task is not to save her. That woman does not need him to worry about her.

The top priority is to find back what he lost.

His holy objects, documents and Type 67 pistol!

Angele's Elegy is very important to Chen Ke. He must get it back by any means. There are also a few blasphemous daggers and the Lady Joan suit!

The documents and Type 67 pistol are nothing. The postman can help him solve this problem. Finally, he went to find Xu Jing.

I have to admit that without Xu Jing, Chen Ke would be trapped in 1859.

However, looking for Xu Jing means meeting the person who killed him again. Chen Ke needs to get back to the best condition.

The night is long. He crushed a painful soul, restored his lifespan to the full value, and broke through to 95 hours.

Chen Ke felt like a lost stranger, lost in Langdon in the 19th century. It seems that he will have to stay in 1859 for a while longer!