The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2118 The Ultimate New World (Twenty-five)

Colson walked down the steps, pretending to go to get the travel guide from the table in the reception area of ​​the lobby. He heard the man say to the waiter at the front desk: "Yes, I just came over there... No The thought of being here...yes, it's really interesting..."

Because Colson was a little far away, the other party's voice was intermittent, but from the way a few words were pronounced, it could be heard that the other party might be British or study British English, and he was probably a scholar.

Could this be a professional brought in by the town?

But it’s not very strange. After all, Canada is a Commonwealth country. Although it is the back garden of the United States geographically, there are also many people who have relatives in the United Kingdom.

Because of the relatively cold environment at high latitudes, many Canadians yearn for the warm maritime climate in Europe. They regularly go to Europe to study, vacation, or even settle there, where they have friends and classmates.

Colson heard the waiter's chuckle from over there, and knew that they were having a good chat. In order to figure out what was going on, Colson decided to listen closer.

Of course, this kind of approach is not like that of an agent. The hall is not big and cannot hide the figure. It is better to walk over and talk openly. Coulson is very confident in his affinity.

"Hello, sir, I have just arrived. I would like to ask, are you from New York?" Colson walked to the front desk, turned around and leaned beside the front desk, and said with a smile.

"Yes, I just got off the plane." The man also smiled at Colson and said, "I just attended a meeting in Hong Kong and came here in a hurry. The weather here is quite cold. Right?"

"Winter is coming soon." The waiter said with a smile while operating the computer: "Your clothes are only suitable for activities in the south, maybe California, but definitely not Ontario. The winter here is not easy. "

"I thought it was cold enough in New York." Colson sighed, pretending to be depressed, "but the car had just crossed the border, and I felt like the wind blowing on the road was like a knife."

"Americans? Well, every American I know is complaining about how cold it is here." The waiter shrugged and said, "Maybe if you would take off your floral jackets and beach shorts, that would be fine. One thing, this is not Hawaii."

Colson chuckled when he saw the dark-haired man opposite him. It was a bystander's smile, which showed that he was neither an American nor a Canadian. When he felt the subtle atmosphere of confrontation between the two parties, I find it very interesting.

Colson immediately borrowed the donkey from the slope and knocked on the table pretending to be dissatisfied and said: "This is the south of Canada. The travel guide says that your place is the Hawaii of Canada!"

The waiter and several female room attendants standing behind all laughed. One of the brown-haired waitresses came up and said: "Throw away the travel guide in your hand, Yankee, it still says Newfoundland." What about Little Greece in America?”

"If you are looking for warmth, maybe you can go to places with lower latitudes, such as southern China, Singapore, and Malaysia." Colson heard the man say.

"Sorry, Phil Coulson." Coulson stretched out his hand towards him and said his name very naturally.

"Sohip, thank you." The man stretched out his hand and shook Colson's hand. Colson could feel that his fingertips were extremely cold, and his fingers were as skinny as branches.

When this feeling came, Colson instinctively looked down. The man's hand was thin and dry, with bones and blood vessels clearly visible. There was a retro thick silver ring on the middle finger, with a strange shape in the center. pattern.

"Doctor?" Coulson asked tentatively.

The man nodded, shook Colson's hand again and said, "History, there is also some research on anthropology and folklore."

Just when Colson was about to continue asking something, he heard the man named Sohipu say: "It looks like you had a bad day. I think you should go to rest early."

After saying that, he picked up his suitcase, took the door key handed to him by the waiter, and walked upstairs along the stairs.

Colson turned to look at him. When he reached the top of the patio on the second floor, he turned back and smiled at Colson.

"Have sweet dreams," Coulson heard him say.

After he left, Coulson frowned slightly. He felt that Dr. Soship's last words meant something.

First of all, Coulson didn't show any negative emotions, and even acted like a cheerful tourist on vacation in Canada, so the expression "having a bad day" sounds a lot like a curse, which is not the case. It is a social method that humanists would adopt.

After all, Coulson is an excellent agent who has been working for some years. He has dealt with various experts. Although he is a bit stereotyped, he is indeed an expert in science and engineering. He can be shy, shy, and inarticulate. Occasionally, some can be called socially ill, while experts in the humanities and social sciences are mostly gentle, cheerful, humorous, and relatively good at socializing.

If Coulson had to evaluate this historian named Sohipu, the words he would use would be mysterious and weird.

There seemed to be some metaphors hidden in every word he said, but after thinking about it carefully, I felt that there were no clues that could be grasped.

Maybe what he meant by "bad day" was just the fatigue of the long journey, which isn't entirely unreasonable.

The most tiring part of a trip is the rush, and knowing that Coulson had just arrived, it wasn't unreasonable to say that he had had a bad day getting here.

As for having a good rest and having a good dream, these are common polite greetings, but Coulson felt that something was wrong. At this moment, Colson thought about what subjects he had just mentioned that he was still studying, folklore and anthropology?

To be honest, even in Coulson's long career as a SHIELD agent, he had never met a scholar in these two fields. Who on earth would study a subject called anthropology? Is there any other way out of this discipline besides becoming an anthropologist?

After thinking wildly for a while, Coulson started chatting with the waiter in order to understand the surrounding situation and see if he could get any information about supernatural phenomena.

After chatting for about half an hour, and seeing that it was getting late, Colson excused himself to go upstairs to rest, sorting out the information he had just gotten from chatting with the waiter in his mind.

Theoretically speaking, the occurrence of supernatural events in a region is actually beneficial to the tourism industry, because it will attract many paranormal enthusiasts to come here to explore, and many little-known places will also gain popularity because of their famous supernatural events. There are many politicians who have taken advantage of this to gain fame and fortune.

But Niagara Falls itself is a famous tourist attraction. It not only attracts tourists from Canada and the United States, but also many tourists from Asia and Europe who travel thousands of miles to visit here. There is no shortage of people.

This supernatural event is of a special nature, manifesting itself in a state of fog, which can greatly affect visibility. It has been foggy for several days. Not only tourists on Maple Leaf Avenue who came to the end of the maple leaf season complained, saying that they could not see the distance at all. The scenery, tourists who have been to Niagara Falls also said that the scenery is not as good as before.

No one knows how long this situation will last. If it continues like this and becomes a long-term climate change, the reputation of Niagara Falls' natural beauty will be damaged.

After all, Canada is vast and sparsely populated, and there are not many locals here. The recent tourists are also from New York. People drive for several hours to come here, not to see a fog, let alone what will happen to tourists who come by plane. disappointed.

As soon as Coulson entered the room they had booked, he found several other people sitting around the bed watching the TV. What was playing on the TV was a typical two-party interview news program.

That is, the screen is divided into three frames. In the middle is the host sitting in the studio, on the left is the mayor of the town, and on the right is the climatology expert.

Simmons handed Colson a bottle of mineral water. She shook her head and said: "There is no useful information. Experts say this is a short-term climate change. But when the mayor asked when the change will pass, the experts could not give any information. The answer is definitely yes, but maybe it will get better next time the temperature drops."

Interviews with local citizens gave various stories. Some said they saw ghost figures in the fog, some said they saw monsters as tall as mountains, some said the fog was exhaust gas from surrounding factories, and some said it was from the seabed. The prelude to the return of civilization to land.

"I just interviewed a paranormal enthusiast." Fitz added: "He said that this fog is a supernatural field and a curse from the Indians thousands of years ago."

"Okay, it's the Indians again." Mei shook her head and said, "All the supernatural events that happen on your American continent are all blamed on the Indians. Can I say that this is a guilty conscience?"

"Don't be too sharp, May." Colson sat on a chair in the middle of the room and said, "Have you ever heard of folklorists and anthropologists?"

"What?" Fitz said with some confusion.

"I have heard about anthropology." Simmons nodded and said, "This is a comprehensive subject that covers many categories, including sociology, psychology and other humanities disciplines. By the way, it also includes archeology. study."

"You have a PhD in psychology, right?" Coulson asked.

Simmons nodded and said, "I have a double Ph.D. in psychology and sociology, but to be honest, humanities disciplines are so intertwined and inclusive that almost no one studies isolated disciplines."

“What about folklore?”

"I've heard of it, but I don't know the relevant practitioners." Simmons shrugged and said, "But it's probably a category under sociology and other humanities. Just look for a sociologist."

"Do you want to find an expert in this field?" Mei asked.

Colson immediately looked at her, and Mei shrugged and said, "Have you forgotten? My mother is a professor at the University of Hong Kong. The University of Hong Kong is very famous for its psychology and sociology. More importantly, my mother has a colleague who specializes in Study East Asian folklore, I remember I told you when we told ghost stories at the last gathering.”

Coulson showed an expression of realization. He remembered that this was indeed the case, and then he remembered that the doctor named Sohipu said that he had just come from Hong Kong.

"Can you get in touch with the folklorist you know?"

"I could call my mom and ask, but I'm not sure he knows anything about the folklore history of the Americas, and he's too old to come over and participate in the fieldwork."

"Ask me." Colson put one hand on the bed and leaned forward and said, "Does he know a historian named Sohipu?"

Mei nodded and took out her cell phone to make a call, but at this moment several people in the room noticed that there was fog outside the window.

(End of this chapter)