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.

Brass pipes were looming on the outside of the buildings. The exteriors 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 they had been working for decades.

The grey-brown crowd did not take the steam-driven train. They walked with their heads down on the street, 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 demeanor and walked slowly on the street, forming a clear river with the crowd wearing rough work clothes on the other side.

A street was divided by a running steam passenger train and a galloping carriage and steam locomotive.

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 is always filled with an indescribable smell, like carbon and sulfur are released into the air after burning together, without any purification and treatment, allowing it to spread freely.

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

Light mist.

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

Gray-white fog, brass pipes, rotating gears.

It 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 wearing the same woolen/wool clothes as the people who maintained their manners on the roadside.

He had changed his original clothes and put on clothes with the characteristics of this world. They were no longer military uniforms with military characteristics, but ordinary woolen clothes that belonged to normal people and did not carry 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 and awakened the source in his body. Both the source and the framework that could drive the divine arts could still flow steadily, 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 surrounding scenes, Ji Lin fell into a brief confusion.

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

He didn't 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.

'Mission time: 300 days. If it is determined that the mission 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 that, he only needed to wait and prepare.

It was much longer than the time limit given to him by the system before. 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 very 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 of the pre-industrial era, the breath of the industrial era was still a little uncomfortable.

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

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

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

It could ensure that his breathing was more comfortable.

The world outside the lens began to become clear. The mist dissipated with the departure of the steam train. The sun shone from the clouds and penetrated the granular dust in the air and 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.

A large number of bright shops with glass windows to isolate the outside world were still in business, with different shop signs hanging to indicate their products and sales ranges. From time to time, people in neat clothes came in and out.

It was very prosperous. If you ignore the occasional mist, this is a very prosperous city.

The sight fell on the newspaper in front of the lens, and obtained local information from the newspaper again, and obtained information about this city driven by steam.

Newspapers, media for the public, low-cost paper media... A small newspaper company on the street can use its own offset printing machine to produce a large number of its own tabloids. It is not as exquisite as the big newspaper companies, but it can always rely on its solid foundation of "news" to gain a place among the public.

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

The New London Times

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

Newsstand, a little nostalgic, he hadn't seen this old-fashioned newsstand that looked like a silo 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 was stirring the instant coffee powder that looked very bitter with a spoon. 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 only as thick as his arm, and took a rare deep breath.

His fist hardened.

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

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

Well, the newspaper in his hand was one of them.

Although he did not know English, he could read and write English very fluently with the help of the system, just like he was fluent in Chinese.

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

It turned out that he was wrong. Even the big newspapers were full of messy gossip. Ji Lin didn't care which earl had a mistress or which duke's second son was fighting with someone else for a woman.

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

Ji Lin looked at the restaurant on the side of the road 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 is not thin in the hand. It is not a good thing to stand on the street to finish reading 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 Scholar, how much in total?"

"Sir..."

The newspaper owner saw the gas mask on Ji Lin's face, his hands trembled, and he 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 walked away to the restaurant on the side of the road, deciding to find a good seat 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 thinking deeply about the task.

Before, the system assigned him an identity when he was asked to perform the task. In the task of Steam and Steel, he was a regiment officer, and in the task of Lightless Broken Pulse, 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 gas mask, the people around him retreated slightly to leave a distance for him.

It was like seeing a night crow that brought misfortune.