heavy fog

After the so-called time travel, the bad luck was wiped out. This kind of good thing did not happen to Wen Luan in the end.

What kind of skill is driving a bus?There are no cars in the Beluga galaxy, only flying saucers, not to mention the operating system, even the current text, Wen Luan can't understand it.

The red-haired beauty from the household registration management office told him regretfully that Wang Guo didn't need the "lost technology" that Wen Luan was good at, and there was no suitable job arrangement for him. A month's supply of food.

"What about the language school? How about the course fee?" Wen Luan asked, "Even if I'm asked to find a job by myself, at least provide me with a translator!"

The red-haired beauty looked at him in surprise: "Sorry, there is no such article in the regulations. In fact, you don't have to worry, 90.00% of the lost population will eventually return to the original time and space, you just need to lie in the room and wait for 'lost again'" .”

"..."

Is this really a joke?

Wen Luan twitched the corner of his mouth, and forced a sincere smile: "I really want to know how the one percent that failed to return survived on Deep Blue Star."

"This is a matter of their respective abilities. It's hard for me to explain, sir."

The red-haired beauty stood up with a smile, and put a silver watch-shaped thing on the table: "This is your Dark Blue Star Temporary Residence Certificate, which can also be used as a house key, a food ration certificate, and a simple certificate with English notes. City map. Now, please follow me."

At the end of the corridor is a magnificently decorated hall, still in the style of a Western European court, but there are at least dozens of metal plaques hanging from top to bottom on the porch, on which are written "Temporary Residence for Lost Population" in various words, Wen Luan even saw the legend cuneiform and oracle bone inscriptions.

If what the city inspector and household registration officer said was true, then the people who were drawn here by the space rift really included all ethnicities and ages.

Not to mention anything else, the fact that the French nobles or the Athens city guards might be his neighbors is enough to challenge Wen Luan's nerves.He subconsciously felt that the most suitable brand for this building was not the Temporary Residence for the Lost Population, but the Madhouse.

"The fourth room on the first floor, thank you for your cooperation, sir. I hope you lose it as soon as possible."

"..." Wen Luan's forehead was throbbing with veins.

This tone is really like saying to him, I wish you get lost and disappear as soon as possible, thank you for your cooperation.

But he still can't refute it, no matter how advanced the technology of Deep Blue Star is, and how advanced the living standard is, he just wants to go back to Meteorite Town and continue to drive his bus and live in his dilapidated house.

Wen Luan watched the temporary residence vigilantly.

Not right.

His doubts reached their climax when the watch automatically opened the fourth door, and he saw clearly the furnishings inside.

Smooth floor tiles, open space, similar to the furnishings of a 21st century hotel, even a suite, with tables, chairs and a leather sofa of unknown material on the outside, and a two-meter-long sofa inside should be a bed Silver metal cabin.

——Although the inspector of the city clearly showed his attitude of disliking the traversers, his dislike was also because of the good treatment that the dark blue star gave the traversers.

Take a look at this room. In the era when a bed could be carried into a museum as an antique, it actually imitated the same furnishings as Wen Luan's era, and used it as his temporary residence.

This open hall has six floors up and down, and at least thirty rooms. Are they all of different styles?A country puts in so much effort just to receive the travelers who come out of nowhere, let them eat well and live well before they go back?

Even fools don't believe it!

Wen Luan is not a scientist, let alone an artist. It can be said that he is worthless as a whole, but he believes that the Athens city-state guard is even less likely to bring any benefits to these future governments, and Deep Blue Star has no reason to treat them preferentially.

Is this a shocking scam?

The traverser didn't travel back, but was secretly killed or experimented on?Travelers always appeared mysteriously, no matter how mysteriously they disappeared, no one would be surprised.

The more Wen Luan thought about it, the more reliable he became.

He stared vigilantly at the silver metal cabin in the bedroom, regardless of whether it was the bed that people sleep in this era, he decided not to take a step closer—since all the furniture was imitated, why not only the bed?

Wen Luan wandered around the room cautiously. He didn't see any suspicious objects like nozzles, but those objects could be completely hidden in the walls, releasing poisonous or anesthetic gas at any time, making him lose consciousness.

Must leave as soon as possible!

Wen Luan opened the door and stopped again.

He looked at the watch-like thing in his hand, intending to throw it away, but he was still wearing pajamas, so it would be strange not to be sent back immediately when he walked on Deep Blue Star Street like this!

There were indeed some clothes and shoes in the closet of the room that were the same style as the clothes of the passers-by, but Wen Luan didn't dare to wear them.

If his suspicion is true, then it is normal to have a signal transmitter on the watch or clothes.It is impossible for any government to allow a group of time-travelers to wander wantonly on the streets of their country.

Wait for the food delivery person to come. The guy's clothes should be safe. If he's lucky, he might be able to grab a translator.

Wen Luan silently prayed to God that it wasn't a robot who was responsible for delivering the food here.

Suddenly, an exaggerated voice sounded in Wen Luan's ear:

"How rare, what have I seen, a neighbor!"

Wen Luan turned his head quickly, and suddenly found a man wearing a felt hat, a brass bullet belt on his shoulders, a denim suit with high leather boots, and a yellow cloth scarf tied around his neck standing in front of the door.

He laughed exaggeratedly at Wen Luan, and opened his arms to indicate that he was harmless.

Wen Luan's eyes fell on the revolver in the leather case on the guy's belt.

"It's such a joy to meet a new face in this damn place, not wrapped in white sheets, but in trousers and clothes!" The man was handsome, with deep eye sockets and dark hair. Curly hair can be said to be quite attractive.

He is dressed in a way that every American can blurt out.

Cowboy!

In the 19th century, in the history of the western expansion of the United States, the heroes on horseback were exactly the same as those in Hollywood movies, and they were not even inferior to big-name stars in appearance.

"Hello." Wen Luan said dryly, he didn't know how to address the person in front of him.

Maybe the other party was dozens of years older than his dead father.

"Did you come here today? My friend, I've been living here for ten days, no cows, no beer, no hot girls with pretty faces! It's hell, and worse, the only neighbor I ever had You're a bastard who only wears sheets and doesn't speak human language!" The handsome cowboy waved his arms and shouted angrily.

His physique is strong and muscular.

As a former western cowboy, he needed to tie the neck of the cow with a rope, drive and take care of the cattle. Wen Luan regretfully gave up the idea of ​​planning this guy's revolver.

——Since it was not confiscated or destroyed by the city inspector, does this mean that in the eyes of the people here, pistols are as dangerous as fruit knives and steel forks?

Wen Luan's heart sank heavily, the situation was grim.

"If there is beer, I really want to buy you a drink here..." The cowboy walked into the room very familiarly, he looked at the surrounding furnishings, and sighed again, "It's a great house, it looks Like those planters in the South. Well, my friend, where are you from?"

"2010 AD."

"God!" the cowboy asked hurriedly, "Have you heard of the name Joan Wilson? I am one of the most famous cowboys in Texas. Maybe my name will still be around in more than 100 years. Woolen cloth."

"Uh, sorry..." Wen Luan could only look at him regretfully, "I'm not very familiar with these."

"What do you do?" The cowboy leaned against the door frame, his high boots stomping the floor tiles rhythmically, and asked chicly.

"An ordinary person in a small town."

"Tsk tsk." The cowboy shook his head and said with his fingers up, "This identity is not very good...it's not novel (whispers)."

"What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing." As soon as the cowboy finished speaking, a tall man passed by the door. He held a spear in his hand and held a shield in the other hand. He was covered with a white cloth, with one shoulder and the entire back exposed, his skin exposed. It is white and firm, and it is coated with something like olive oil. When the muscles rise and fall, they are bright and attractive.

The cowboy kicked the door cleanly.

"Ancient Greece, Athens, they should be decaying with the ruins...'Shameless' (the word is vague only he can hear it), it is so bad, I don't think you will want to talk to him, friend, let's talk This novelty era!"

"Do you have a translator?"

"What do you want that for?"

Wen Luan's eyes flickered. It was impossible for him to tell his actual plan, so he discounted cunningly: "If we have a translator and a suitable set of clothes, we can sneak out and take a look on the street. I think what I can see must be much more interesting.”

"Great idea!" The cowboy immediately leaned his shoulders and leaned closer, his eyes glowing, "A great adventure, my blood is boiling."

He suddenly sniffled and looked at Wen Luan strangely, but soon he showed a dazed expression again, and gave Wen Luan a thumbs up, "Your thoughts...preparation (whispering) is really sufficient, much better than mine." Still perfect. 'Why is there no breath at all' (ambiguous)!"

"Breath?" Wen Luan frowned.

The cowboy's expression changed, and he immediately patted Wen Luan on the shoulder, laughing loudly: "Yes, there is good air outside, and I'm going to rot here, come on, what are you waiting for, my friend!"

What happened next was like a drama. Two staff members who were investigating the temporary residence of the missing population came over and were knocked out by the cowboy with the handle of a gun from behind the door. They successfully changed into their clothes and slipped out of Deep Blue Star along the passage Household Registration Office Building.

Even the only trouble they encountered was that they didn't know how to put on clothes, so it took a lot of time.

It was still foggy outside and the light was dim.

"Let's take risks separately." Wen Luan suggested.

The cowboy looked at him deeply, then nodded with a smile: "Great, I think so too."

He hummed a song and left. Wen Luan stared at his back for a few seconds before disappearing into the thick mist.

Half an hour later, the cowboy laughed and avoided the angry scolding of the city inspector, ran into a side road, and wandered to the road near the building of the Deep Blue Star Household Registration Office, pretending to be talking to himself: "Here Looks familiar! Looks like I'm back around again..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

In the mist, a silver watch lay on the ground.

This thing has the same one on Cowboy Hands.

"Why did he throw this away? The latest episode?" The cowboy muttered vaguely and vaguely, "Surprise victory? Without the performance recorded by him as the main perspective, the advantage is gone!"

Slowly, as he thought about it, the cowboy's face changed completely:

"Satan! Is he really a lost population?!"

The cowboy tore off his watch, and the nails on the five fingers elongated at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the nails were picked on the watch, a red button appeared magically. The cowboy growled at the button in disbelief, " There is really a missing population on the deep blue star! Damn it, no wonder I didn’t even smell a vampire scent from him! I thought it was the latest technology of some family...Shit! Oh, no, no, how can I say no Elegant words, Satan, send someone to catch him, he is really a time traveler! This has never happened before, what the hell!"