"Where is..." Xiao Zhao was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. For a moment, he couldn't remember how to warn this unreasonable bread thief in English.

"was    is   das?" (What is this?)

Parr Winkton touched under him, where there was some kind of track made of steel.

Then Parr Winkton remembered...

He had worked in Stockton, England to build something called "rail tracks" for the merchants there. Parr Winkton heard that once this track was built, there was something called "train" that could be driven on it, pulled by a steam engine, faster than any steep horse. (Now Parr Winkton no longer thinks that faster than a steep horse is a very fast speed - all the boxes that are racing on the streets can match ten steep horses)

Parr Winkton did not wait until the railway was opened - nearby nobles often came to cause trouble for the engineering team. In an "accident", Parr Winkton forever lost his little finger on his left hand and the opportunity to continue working. He fell back to his hometown, but found that his relatives had all died. He could not find a job and had to start a business of stealing.

"das   ist    die…" (This is…) Although it is completely different from the rails he has built, the clever Parr Winkton still understands it.

He suddenly felt a very bad feeling--he could not stay here anymore.

But just as Parr Winkton was determined to escape, a strange voice distracted him.

The sound was like a sharp flute sound, or it was like the noise scratched on the strings of a child who was learning the violin on the first day.

【sc0/1d2】

[Pal Winkton's sanity check failed 85/30]

【1d2=2】

“Ahhh…!”

The indescribable sound made Parr Winkton feel a split headache. He didn't even care about the sound of the train approaching, but turned his eyes to the direction where the strange sound was heard, in the shadow of the building in the distance.

Then he saw it.

【Due to sightings???,sc0/1d4】

[Pal Winkton Sense Check Failed 62/28]

【1d4=4】

Parr Winkton collapsed to the ground. Old Tang and Xiao Zhao shouted from behind, "The train was braked urgently, but it seemed too late...

Xiao Zhao covered his mouth. Old Tang closed his eyes in pain.

...

Parr Winkton is not Chen Qiang's investigator, so Chen Qiang naturally cannot see his situation.

Chen Qiang is still working hard to get surveillance videos near the Xijiao Theater. People two hundred years ago could not have known the existence of the camera, and the surveillance must have recorded their figures.

The camera in the western suburbs has been in disrepair for a long time and is being replaced recently. The image is incomplete, which makes him very irritated.

...

at the same time.

In Dr. Huang's small clinic.

"He is gone!" It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and it was almost time for the small clinic to close. The man Xu Leilei rescued was lying on the hospital bed and was sleeping. Dr. Huang and Xu Leilei were discussing whether to find a car to pull him to a nearby large hospital, but in a blink of an eye, they found that the person disappeared.

"I remember locking the back door..."

"You didn't lock the window." Xu Leilei looked at the wide open window.

"What should I do?" Dr. Huang was helpless.

"I'll go and have a look." Xu Leilei rushed out.

From the first time I saw the man, Xu Leilei had a strange feeling. She seemed to have seen this person somewhere, but she just couldn't remember it.

"Hello……!"

The upright middle-aged female doctor had no choice but to run out.

The bodyguard who had been squatting at the door for most of the day could not sit still. He first saw a man in strange clothes jumping out of the window, and then after a while, Xu Leilei and the female doctor in the clinic rushed out.

The bodyguard remembered Chen Qiang's advice-if something strange happened, he immediately notified him.

He grabbed his cell phone.

...

Uncle Xu and the ancient man were temporarily left in the theater, and Chen Qiang's enhanced pickup truck drove on the road in the western suburbs.

"I understand," Chen Qiang took a deep breath after listening to the bodyguard's report on his phone, "Listen, I found that the person reported to me, and at the same time paid attention to protecting Leilei. Thank you for your hard work today, I will find someone to replace you immediately. I will give you three times the overtime pay...what? Do you want to continue working?"

"Mr. Chen, I am idle too. Those who do our jobs are all benefits." The bodyguard reported skillfully.

"Okay, come on."

Chen Qiang hung up the phone.

The theater is not far from Xu Leilei's high school. It seems that he is lucky. He found the first of the two time travelers so quickly.

The unconscious foreign gentleman who was rescued by Xu Leilei must have been one of the two guests two hundred years ago.

According to the ancients, its portal is for plant races. Humans will severely consume their physical strength and magic through the portal. It is not surprising that they are in poor physical condition and coma all day long.

He must be still nearby!

Chen Qiang parked the pickup truck on the side of the road.

An elderly European wearing a white shirt, plaid pants, and leather boots... Fortunately, his characteristics are quite obvious.

Modern people are always easier to talk than ancient people. If there was an African chief holding a spear and wearing a mask, Chen Qiang would not know how to communicate.

"Hey..." Chen Qiang jumped off the pickup truck, paced in the grass on the side of the road, and began to contact his pre-assigned personnel.

Today I will be in charge of the western suburbs.

"Okay. If you find out, please contact me--Hmm?"

Chen Qiang, who hung up the phone, noticed that his sneakers had kicked something in the grass.

“…?”

Chen Qiang opened the grass.

"……Hello."

The old man in a white shirt, plaid pants and leather boots was lying there, looking up at the stars and thinking about life.

Chen Qiang: "..."

The system must have produced a lucky success with its own secret dice on its back, Chen Qiang thought to himself.

Out of caution, Chen Qiang did not go forward immediately, but took a few steps back and tried to launch "mythical interference" on this person.

[The race of the object is human, and "mythical interference" cannot be used.]

good!

Chen Qiang put on his own translation headphones.

"Sir, do you need help?" he asked tentatively in English.

Under the light of the military flashlight, Chen Qiang was able to see the man's appearance clearly. He looked particularly old, but after careful observation, he could tell that he was actually less than 60 years old.

The man muttered a few words, which were German words like "Don't worry about me", "Let me stay" and "The smell is too bad", as if he hadn't heard Chen Qiang's words at all.

Sir, I admit that the haze in City D may not be as good as the air in your hometown, but...

"I think I can help you," Chen Qiang narrowed his eyes. The translation machine translated his words into German. The check prompt with no social skills made him feel strange. "Come on, can you stand up? Let's go to the hospital."

He remembered the senior clinic of an American doctor, who was acquaintances with the doctors there, and private medical institutions were more suitable for time travelers without identification than public hospitals.

The unarmed man stood up staggeringly, his expression as if he was bearing huge pain. Chen Qiang hesitated for a moment, held the blade in his pocket with one hand, and dragged his arm with the other hand towards the pickup. The man wanted to break free, but he had not eaten for a day and did not have the strength to resist Chen Qiang.

"What's your name?" Chen Qiang asked.

The man doesn't speak.

"What's your name!" Chen Qiang asked louder.

The man shook his head and pointed to his ear.

Do you mean you have poor hearing? Or are you deaf?
Chapter completed!