Dimensional Bookstore

Le Jing is a liberal arts student. He has never been good at science since he went to school, so he doesn't know what Le Ling is doing.

For example, Le Ling has a portable space, and this portable space is naturally open to Le Jing. The size of the space is determined by Le Jing's mental strength. Now the space is only five or six square meters. Le Ling said that this is because his mental strength is still too low. He will regularly use weak bioelectricity to stimulate his brain nerves to help him increase his mental strength.

For another example, Le Ling controlled his entire bookstore. No, it is more appropriate to say that it is swallowed rather than controlled.

This week, Le Jing saw with his own eyes a layer of jelly-like transparent film slowly wrapped around the entire bookstore. After the last inch of the wall was covered by the film, a white light flashed and the film disappeared completely.

Then Le Ling opened up the permissions to Le Jing.

It is difficult to describe how Le Jing felt at this time. It was as if the entire bookstore had become an extension of his body. The tables, chairs, benches and books were like his hands and feet. He could move them from a distance. And that's not all.

Le Ling said that in this store, Le Jing's will takes precedence. Anyone who enters this bookstore cannot disobey him.

To be honest, in Le Jing's opinion, this has gone beyond the realm of science and is magic. If technology can develop to this level in the future, then humans will be no different from the gods in myths and legends.

In short, after a week of preparation, Le Ling finally began to try to connect to other planes.

[Well, although I have searched for signals from many planes, there are only four planes that I can connect to at present, namely B34, B35, C52 and D48. You can choose one. ]

The wifi master key can search for signals from many wifi networks, but there are only a few wifi networks that can actually crack the passwords and connect to them. The same is true between planes. Some connection passwords are simple, and some are complex. Le Ling can only connect to planes with simple passwords now.

[Then connect to plane B34. ] Le Jing casually chose the first one.

[Okay, the plane connection is successful, and the transmission begins. The transmission target is Kaiming Bookstore and the owner Le Jing... The transmission is complete, welcome to plane b34, Le Jing. ]

Le Jing has taken out the book and is ready to wait slowly:...

Is that all? There are no special effects or anything?

Under the bright lights, the entire bookstore is as bright as day. The hundred-square-meter bookstore is quiet. Various books are placed on the bookshelves in different categories. There is still a faint smell of ink floating in the air. It seems that nothing has changed.

Yes, there is nothing changed inside the bookstore, but the world outside the bookstore has long been changed.

The scenery outside the window is a scenery that can only appear in oil paintings a hundred years ago!

The sky is gloomy, giving the whole picture a gloomy and gray tone. The air is filled with white mist everywhere. The stone building with gorgeous and complex patterns carved on the opposite side of the street is looming in the mist. The heavy old car roars through the street, leaving a long string of thick black exhaust. People from all walks of life dressed in classical clothes walked through the foggy streets, and the noisy sounds gathered together, breaking the gloomy atmosphere and making the scene vivid.

Le Jing leaned on the window and looked at everything outside with relish, as if he was watching a documentary about a foreign country.

[Ah, how come this plane is more backward than the earth! ] Le Ling said with disdain.

"Indeed, do you think this place is like London in the 19th century?" Le Jing looked out the window with great interest, not even blinking his eyes.

London in the 19th century was a city shrouded in fog, sinful, flashy, bloody but ambitious. Steam engines roared loudly, and factories built with the Industrial Revolution created wealth and smog for Britain; corpses of poor people floated in the Thames River, which was blackened by sewage, and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies danced on the dance floor; many classics sang praises of civilization and freedom, and capitalists used opium and gunboats to blast open the door of ancient civilizations... War and death, blood and ignorance, the flower of human civilization was born on the twisted black soil.

[According to my mental scan and data analysis results, the level of technological development here is equivalent to that of London in the early twentieth century. Wow, I have never seen such a simple aircraft. You seem to call it... an airplane? ] Le Ling's disgust was beyond words: [Compared to Earth, this is simply a savage tribe! 】

"It is always technology that lags behind, not culture." Le Jing said with a smile: "Beautiful flowers can be born on barren land, and fertile soil may also be overgrown with weeds." Le Jing paused and warned Le Ling earnestly, "Don't let prejudice blind your eyes, come with me to experience the culture here, okay?"

[...I know. ] Le Ling said embarrassedly: [Now let me make some changes to the store to make it more in line with the characteristics of the times here, just a little high-tech and 3D projection, don't be scared...]

A layer of light film quickly enveloped the entire bookstore. Under Le Ling's control, everything in the bookstore changed rapidly. The iron bookshelves became solid wood bookshelves, and the ordinary counters were decorated with exquisite carvings. All the books and texts quickly changed to the local common language...

Soon, this place became a bookstore that strictly conformed to the aesthetics of the 20th century.

And Le Jing sat in front of the counter, patiently waiting for his first customer.

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It had just rained, and there was cold water vapor floating in the air. Linda wrapped her gray cloak tightly and couldn't help shivering.

She sniffed her red nose and sobbed softly, trying not to let her tears fall.

At this time of the day, she would sit on the soft sofa at home, leaning against the warm fireplace, and comfortably read the "Flying Man" magazine that she had recently liked. This was her happiest time.

How happy she was in the past, how desperate she was now.

Just an hour ago, her mother walked into her room and announced that she was about to get engaged. Her fiancé was the young master of the Bingley family, and they were well matched.

Of course she knew Bingley, William Bingley, a famous playboy in the upper class, an uneducated villain.

And he already had two mistresses!

"It's nothing." Mom said disapprovingly: "Men always like to play a little before getting married, and it will be fine after getting married."

Linda looked at her mother in disbelief and couldn't help screaming: "But they have already given birth to children!"

"It's just illegitimate children. They won't inherit even a penny of the Bingley family's property!" Mom, no, Mrs. Swift looked at her encouragingly, "As long as you can give birth to a son, then all the Bingley family's property will belong to your child."

Linda just felt it was absurd.

Huge absurdity.

She graduated from the Department of Literature at Cambridge and was a highly educated new century woman, but in Mrs. Swift's opinion, she was "good enough to match the young master of the Bingley family."

Just because William Bingley was the son of the earl, and she was just the daughter of the baron?

And--

She wanted to tell her mother that she didn't want to get married, she was highly educated, and she wanted to work!

But she didn't dare.

No respectable gentleman or lady in the upper class went out to work.

Only the lower class went out to work.

If she dared to go out to work, she would become a disgrace to the Swift family, and her father would kill her!

Was she destined to be the wife of the Bingley family, endure her husband's mistress, and bear children for the Bingley family for the rest of her life?

She was unwilling to accept this.

So she ran out, refused to be followed by the servants, and walked alone on the smoky streets of London to relax.

The weather was very cold.

Colder than the weather was her heart. She found that even if she was sad, she had nowhere to go except the Swift family. But she didn't want to go back now.

Her eyes wandered aimlessly in the shops on the street, and then stopped at the door of a shop on the corner: Kaiming Bookstore.

Is it a newly opened bookstore?

It looked small, with only a small door.

She pushed open the door, and a crisp sound of wind chimes followed. She looked inside and found that the interior of the bookstore was unexpectedly large.

But it wasn't very big, probably about the same size as her family's reception room. The walls were white, the windows were bright, the tables and chairs were all solid wood furniture, and the air was filled with a faint scent of books. Linda only took a glance and saw more than a dozen bookshelves, each of which was filled with books - God, she bet that there were at least a few thousand books here! Her father, Baron Swift, was already a famous book collector in the Seide Empire, and he only had 5,000 books.

A black-haired Oriental man was sitting at the counter reading a book. Her entry undoubtedly disturbed him. He closed the book, stood up, and smiled warmly on his smooth and delicate face like white porcelain, "Welcome."

The author has something to say:

The Seide Empire is a country in an imaginary world, similar to the United Kingdom in the early twentieth century. Well, it's imaginary anyway, so I just wrote a few random things, don't be picky.

When I was a child, I liked to read Western classics. I don't know if this chapter has a translation tone. I love reading translated Western-themed stories, but there are very few good ones, and most of them are fan fiction of famous works, so I cut off my own leg meat and produce my own food qwq

The food I produce is really delicious [crying bitterly]

Although my friend agreed to add a 19th century London copy to her infinite flow story at my instigation, it will take a long time to do so. Before that, I will just eat myself [continue to cry bitterly]