Rain

"Welcome to the Kingdom of the Past." There was a lot of laughter, and the townspeople in retro costumes danced happily, with enthusiastic expressions, "It's been a long time since I've been to a foreigner, and we are very hospitable."

The men smiled generously, looked at the robust crew members, and occasionally blinked when they met my gaze.The women approached warmly and generously, and kissed Eric and Wein's faces to express their welcome.

What a warm folklore.I wrinkled my nose uncomfortably, the strong smell of perfume really gave me a headache.

If Shan hadn't looked cold, touched the sword at his side, and had murderous eyes, I bet there would be no less than twenty lip marks on his face.Wally, with a sinister smile, seems to be holding a scalpel in his hand, and no one with a discerning eye will lean up to kiss him.But being touched on the face, holding hands, and pulling clothes is unavoidable.They couldn't call back, and it was useless to explicitly refuse. One had a colder face, and the other had a more terrifying smile.I still couldn't bear to laugh, and it was rare to see these two people in a state of embarrassment.In gloating, you have been retribution, hehehe.

We continued to walk forward, but we were always stopped enthusiastically.They happily introduced the shops on both sides and showed us everything, as if they were very proud: "People here like all old things."

Yes, the architecture, clothing, and customs here are not common to us, but look like a hundred years ago.

We were ushered into a nearby bar where the owner behind the bar filled our glasses right away.The clean glass was filled with dark red wine, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing.Some people around smiled and said to you and me, introducing their favorite things like a few treasures, with an intoxicating tone: "Antiques, out-of-print books, old music, old wine, wanted notices with yellowed edges."

I was overwhelmed by their excessive enthusiasm and looked at the lively and laughing crowd. I frowned and drank a little wine, but was suddenly patted on the back by others, almost choking.The man, who seemed unaware that he had almost succeeded in murdering me, laughed:

"The lord ordered us to entertain outsiders warmly, so please enjoy yourself, you are welcome, you are distinguished guests."

In this way, we were dragged to the carnival by enthusiastic people, eating and drinking, of course, everything was free.We were drawn to connoisseurship, stuffing gifts into our arms if we liked them until we couldn't hold them anymore.

While we ate and drank our fill, we brought our harvest back to the boat.

The few people who were on board at that time due to the result of the lottery heard our experience and doubled the rewards. The expressions on their faces changed from regret for not participating to confusion.

"Hello." Eric, who has a habit of dismantling and researching mechanical collections, sighed, depressed, and threw aside the small alarm clock that was said to be a century-old treasure in his hand, making a bang, "Those so-called antique machines are all Fake."

"Wine, it's not the year they said." Shan, who is not drunk for a thousand glasses, interjects indifferently.

"Those medicinal materials are inferior." Wally snorted disdainfully, closing the pages of the book with a picky expression, "The books are also imitated, crappy."

"The model of the gun is also wrong. It is a recent imitation." Wein expressed his opinion, and the eyes that were shining just now were a bit dim.

"Painting is not art at all." Nilo sighed faintly, with no ups and downs in his voice.

Everyone looked at him speechlessly, decided not to complain, and collectively ignored him.His artistic sense is not to be trusted, eh.

"Then we were invited by the lord to go to his castle residence." I took the invitation letter, and all the staff bit the two words hard, frowning slightly, "In short, there is a conspiracy." I rubbed Rubbing the forehead, giving a summary, looking at Ace: "Any suggestions?"

"It's boring anyway." Ace lowered the brim of his hat, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, "Just go and see what they are going to do."

We couldn't believe this so-called lord, so we left Nello to watch the boat, and came to the lord's castle according to the invitation.The lord is a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a decent tuxedo, waiting for us at the door, and then welcomed us in with a smile

Go: "Welcome."

The ancient castle was luxuriously furnished, and we were led to the reception room.The walls are decorated with huge tapestries, and the furniture is exquisite Rococo style.In mid-air, beautiful patterns rose from the curling incense.We stood randomly in the living room, the lord didn't say anything, just stood in the middle of the room, smiling.

Then I suddenly felt a little groggy, and the partners around me suddenly fell down one by one with intoxicated expressions.Alarm bells were ringing in my heart, and I called it bad, regretting why I didn't obediently stay and watch the boat, but followed.Immediately, he fell into a coma and fell to the ground.Fortunately, the floor was covered with carpet, so it didn't hurt too much.

"This country is a nightmare for pirates." The lord standing in the center of the room looked down at us with satisfaction, with a complacent expression, "Everyone who arrives will fall into a nightmare called the past, hallucinating and unable to extricate themselves."

Hallucination?I looked around and quickly fixed my eyes on the incense that was still burning beside me.A nightmare named 'the past', no wonder I wasn't affected.But if it's because of the past... I quickly drew up a plan in my mind and took a gamble.

The lord stood in the center of the room, looked at the stumbling crew, and said in a mocking tone: "Another pirate group has been wiped out." He took out the phone bug in his arms, and just about to dial the number, I suddenly sat up , Fading away the fascinated expression that he specially made before, he was completely clear.He looked at me in surprise, as if he couldn't believe it, and stopped what he was doing.

"It's amazing." I clapped my hands to express my affirmation of his efforts, stood up, and pointed to the burning incense in the incense burner with my chin, "Those incenses are specially made."

"You, how could you?" He stared at me dumbfounded, seemingly incredulous, "Never, never has anyone stood up under my incense without an antidote."

I rolled my eyes and suddenly wanted to laugh, probably because I don't have a past... Can't even medicine bring out the past in my mind?I suddenly got a little impatient and didn't plan to talk nonsense: "Hand over the antidote."

"Hmph." He regained his composure, confident because he had enough bargaining chips in his hands, and raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "Why?"

What he didn't know was that the ship doctor who was not far behind him suddenly shivered, his pupils constricted, as if he saw something.He sat up slowly, his eyes glazed over.I smiled lightly, stepped back three steps without any trace, and approached the door: "Because if you don't hand over the antidote in time, the ship's doctor will..."

I once heard that Wally had a memory that he didn't want to touch, and he would run away when he was stimulated...

"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!!!!!!!" The ship doctor screamed, his face twisted, ruining his usual image of a pure and handsome young man, and he took it out of his pocket at a speed that the naked eye could not catch. All kinds of medicines were thrown to the ground, sprinkled in mid-air, without any hesitation, "Go to hell with all the damn caterpillars!!!!!!!"

Hmm... A few drops of cold sweat dripped from the back of my head. I saw the perpetrator who caused the ship doctor's runaway incident to be trapped in colorful smoke. The scream: "Ah!!!!!!!!!!" He had already thrown the phone bug aside, too busy to take care of himself.

The so-called overlap of drug effects is not as simple as 1+1.

"...it seems to be a step too late..." I carefully kept my distance from the dangerous area, slipped out the door, and made the sign of the cross on my chest, "Amen, please pray for your blessings, I will find the antidote... ..."

"There is no antidote." A charming female voice sounded behind me, "There is no antidote for my [Meng Yin]."

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Big change in the plot, poof~