Chapter 924 924 [London in the Nineteenth Century] Ask for a monthly pass ()

Those foreign "people" who look like little brothers look very durable.

By this time they had already got up from the ground. Surrounded by people with a gun, they also wisely separated a distance from Matsuda Jinping, and said in a cold voice close to the machine, "Please wait where you are."

The appearance and design of the guns are obviously old-fashioned flintlocks. But regardless of the way of operation or recoil, it is similar to a semi-automatic pistol.

Matsuda Jinping frowned and looked at the old style guns that were more like works of art than weapons, and became more and more puzzled by the rules of this space.

took a few glances, but he couldn't help but be attracted by the person with the gun.

He looked at the group of "little brothers".

The sensitive senses of being a ghost tell it that these foreign men have a little ghost breath on their bodies.

But they are all very light, like a ghost is divided into countless pieces, and each little brother has a piece in it. And the "Professor Moriarty" just now is the biggest piece of it.

In addition, although the ingredients are very similar, from the perspective of breath, these fragments do not feel "alive", they are like artificially synthesized creations... To be precise, it is a bit like a shikigami that has become inactive after the obsession is achieved. , but at a higher level than Shikigami.

However, there seems to be something wrong with using the word "active" to describe ghosts...

Matsuda Jinhei briefly fell into thought. .

Miyano Akemi also went through a similar mental journey.

The two ghosts followed the contract and tried to pass on the observed situation to Jiang Xia.

Just like when they landed, those messages were just sent out, like they were stuck in sticky muddy water, blocked by the unfamiliar space, and unable to communicate.

But I don't know if it's an illusion. This time, the direction of the contract seems to be different from before.

at the same time.

It is a few dozen meters away from the small building where the two ghosts are.

When Noah was not at home.

A psychic who came to look for a ghost happened to break in.

Just now, Jiang Xia wrapped his body, and then, like a puppet he usually possessed, his consciousness came out of his body and plunged into the nearest machine.

With a violent whirl like a vortex, he realized that he seemed to have succeeded.

seems like a long time, but also like a short moment.

The feeling of swimming along an unfamiliar pipe suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Xia found that he had a "entity" again.

He opened his eyes and appeared on a shady stone street.

The surroundings are like London at the end of the 19th century, with lead-ash clouds hanging in the sky, heavy smog suspended in the air, and the unpleasant smell wafting away. There was a puddle of almost black water under his feet.

Jiang Xia retracted the toes that stepped on the water.

With his movements, a layer of water waves spread slowly. All phenomena and physical sensations seemed to be exactly the same as the real world, and he seemed to have suddenly moved forward for more than a hundred years.

But no matter how realistic the environment looks, Jiang Xia knows it very well.

- This is not the real world.

is more similar to the space of consciousness like the space of tattoos. However, compared with the pattern space, this space relies on more realistic frameworks.

"..." A "holographic game" that is nearly a hundred years ahead of time, like time travel. It was this kind of thing...

Still busy looking for ghosts, Jiang Xia didn't think much about it.

He looked around, and his eyes quickly fell to the other side of Stone Street.

At the end of the street, there is a small building imitating a church. It has white walls and pointed tiles, and the main body seems to be made of heavy stones. Several windows made of stained broken glass are sporadically inlaid on the walls.

In this dark and gloomy block, as if it was sleeping before going to work, there was only that building, glowing with faint candlelight.

There seems to be the center of this space of consciousness.

"..." should be there.

Jiang Xia looked around for a moment, planning to find a ghost.

Just as took a step, his eyes suddenly twisted.

Followed, the originally dark eyes gradually appeared a little reddish dark light.

"...What are you excited about?" Jiang Xia stopped for a moment, and quickly continued forward as if nothing had happened. He spoke softly, as if talking to some annoying things he couldn't see, "How many ghosts I throw, it's not your turn to play.

in the real world. Ghost mint smoke wafted, poured into the bedroom along the door, penetrated into the pattern space left on the body, and finally replenished the soul continuously.

It doesn't take much murderous energy to deal with ghost thieves, but internal friction is quite necessary. The connection between the tattoo space and the psychic itself is much stronger than the connection between it and the ghosts. The murderous aura can still be transported, but the delay is a little higher.

Jiang Xia let out a murderous breath, and the strange red light in his eyes slowly faded away.

He calmed down and walked to the small building where there is a high probability of hiding a ghost.

Just took two steps when the air in front of him suddenly rippled, as if hitting an invisible barrier.

followed, and something like a text box appeared there: [Access prohibited]

Jiang Xia was startled, turned his head and walked behind him.

[No Access]

After a few seconds, after several attempts.

Jiang Xia found that this strange "air wall" is not only on one side, but everywhere. Even the top of the head can be touched.

It is like an upside down crystal fish tank, it is very unfriendly to lock the guests in it, and there is no authority to go anywhere.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Xia turned his head and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe next to him.

He looked at himself in the mirror and said skillfully, "Do you think there is a heaven in this world?"

the other side.

Noah, who dived into the real world, didn't know that there were uninvited guests in his "home".

He followed the path that Miyano Akemi and Matsuda Jinhei had taken, and returned the same way.

Originally planned to enter the body of the famous detective and use this "borrowed" body to save people-even the fastest route to intercept Sindora, he had already planned, and he just had to move forward.

However, the next second, Noah, who was full of expectations, plunged into the air.

Noah: "...?"

what about the body? !

The consciousness was caught by him into the space, and the body should still be stuck in place...

Consciousness with the addition of information flow cannot stay in the real space for too long.

Noah couldn't find his body, so he had to rely on his intuition again, gritted his teeth and rushed towards the corner for a while, wanting to see if Jiang Xia's body was after his soul was taken away, and he took a few steps forward by inertia.

However, the corridor was empty, and there was no Jiang Xia at all.

Two seconds later, the conscious body collapsed unwillingly in the air.

Noah was forced to retreat into his conscious space.

In its eyes, the data flashed like a long river, collecting and backtracking the data in the museum, especially the cameras in several key passages nearby.

Several pictures captured Jiang Xia's figure and quickly stitched together a complete message.

Noah looked at the picture, and after he "snatched away the conscious body", he steadily left the body that was obviously controlled by someone, and his thinking was stuck for a while.

""how so?

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(end of this chapter)