From Prisoner to Si Chen

Jilan held a thick stack of books nearly one meter high and walked straight to the bookstore owner.

Bang.

He put the books down with a muffled sound.

"Ms. Moran, could you please tell me how much these books cost?"

"A total of 17 Caesars, 9 Finneys and 10 Merons."

Lying in her rocking chair, the lady calculated the price with just one glance.

She added:

"Except for the makeup and language books, which are new, the rest are old books with certain collectible value, so they will be much more expensive."

"learn."

Ji Lan nodded, took out a few banknotes and coins from his wallet, and handed them to the lady's hand.

He took a few more paper bags, put the books in them, and then left.

Ding.

The bookstore door is closed.

Ms. Moran glanced at the door and murmured thoughtfully:

"Actor, liar or clown...?"

She shook her head and continued reading.

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Gillan took the purchased books and returned to North Muse by taxi.

After he returned to the rental apartment, he sat down on the sofa in the living room without stopping for a moment and picked up a copy of "Gushilu".

Wow.

Wow.

Gillan read this language book carefully.

Ten minutes later, he began to try to pronounce the word according to its roots.

After practicing for a while, I advanced to read some simple vocabulary.

When he was able to speak a complete short sentence in "Gushilu", Jilan did not hesitate and called directly from the bottom of his heart:

'gorgeous! ’

The color number "65" in the corner of his sight dropped to "60".

After spending 5 points of mysterious energy, Jilan's mind suddenly had a lot of content about "Gushilu". It seems that I have been studying this language for many years, and have reached an advanced level in terms of pronunciation, grammar, and vocabulary.

"Observe all living beings and act as others. Decorate the flesh and replace the soul."

Gillan suddenly spoke and told the "secret story" of the "actor" in very standard Guhilu language.

He nodded with satisfaction, closed "Gu Xilu", picked up another "Rome" and started reading...

Time passed quietly.

It was late afternoon.

The books Jilan bought were piled in a pile in his hands.

He has read it all and quickly mastered the corresponding language and makeup performance skills by relying on "Banlan".

"call……"

Gilan let out a sigh and smiled.

The number left in the corner of his sight was "10".

The bulk of consumption is actually language. Some are like "Old Hiru", which requires 5 points, while some are as few as "Bosi", the northern dialect of Bremen, which only requires 2 points.

But their numbers are too great.

However, several makeup skills, plus acting skills, only consumed 15 points of Jilan's mysterious energy.

Although Jilan felt distressed about the consumption of points, he also felt that it was well worth the money.

"I am the bookstore owner, Moran Cecilia."

His expression suddenly changed, and he pretended to take off his glasses, then took a puff of the non-existent cigarette between his fingers.

Although they are not 100% similar, their expressions are similar.

Especially the indifferent eyes and the pure "Muse" accent in the capital.

Gillan recalled all the details of Ms. Moran's time in his mind, and couldn't help but try to figure out the other person's heart.

'She seemed not to care about anything except the book in her hand that really attracted her attention. She doesn’t look like a real bookseller. She seems to open a bookstore just for peace and convenience in reading books, and it’s just incidental to doing business...'

Thinking about it, Gillan read the "lines" again, playing the role of the bookstore owner.

This time, he acted more like it.

Soon, Gillan changed different roles and tried to play them.

The honest coachman, the serious and stereotyped patrol policeman, the homeless man Femi, the silly brother Prince, the wand-wielding genius Reno An, and even the overly lively younger sister Milinda...

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The next day.

Early in the morning.

The door of the rental apartment No. 3201 opened, and a man with dark skin, thick eyebrows and a big beard walked out.

He was wearing a second-hand leather jacket on the upper body, baggy worn-out casual pants on the lower body, and a pair of round-toed Martin boots. He wore a gray linen beret on his head and had a cigarette in his mouth.

It's Gillan after makeup.

He pretended to be a capable man who lived at the bottom.

Although those eyes were numb, there was a hint of ferocity hidden in them.

Now that the preliminary preparations have been completed, the next thing to do is naturally practice.

Gillan couldn't wait to start his "agent career."

As for the destination of the first battle, he placed it at South Muse.

The poverty and chaos there are like a replica of the slums in Brak City, and gangs are prevalent. He planned to use those gangsters as his "testing stone."

However, as soon as Gilan left the house, he encountered his first problem.

He couldn't get a taxi...

After waiting on the roadside for a long time, no taxi was willing to stop.

The coachmen turned a blind eye to his beckoning and even sped off.

Gilan soon realized that it was his dress that made it difficult for the coachmen to believe that he would be a rich man who could pay the fare. Even if they can afford the fare, they probably won't be able to tip them...and maybe they will deliberately go to some remote areas to rob them.

After thinking about this, Ji Lan shook his head.

He directly took out a wad of penny bills, held it in his hand, and waved.

This time, with the persuasion of banknotes, a taxi was finally willing to stop.

Before the suspicious coachman could ask questions, Gillan took the lead and stuffed the wad of silver foil banknotes into the other man's arms, and then spoke in broken Bremen with an accent from the southern coastal areas. road:

"Please go to South Muse and stop in St. Maud Street."

The coachman tapped the banknotes in his hand, mentally estimated the distance, and found that there were a few more pfennigs, which made him feel a little relieved.

He muttered something, pulled up the reins again, nodded and said:

"Okay, sir, please sit still."

After Gilan got into the car, the carriage drove away.

Xilulu...

The windlass, the windlass.

About two hours later, Gillan arrived at St. Maud Street, South Muse.

After getting off the carriage and walking on the street, the pedestrians on the road and the men squatting or standing in a daze did not look at him too much.

He blends in easily and naturally.

Gillan walked straight in and soon arrived at a block adjacent to Corona Street. The original name of this area is no longer important. Now more locals call it "Toy Street".

Because there is a "Tate Toy Factory" located here, which specializes in the production of puppets, dolls, ragdolls and other toys to supply the East and West Muse shopping malls. Many middle-class daughters and even aristocratic ladies of North Muse loved such toys.

After some inquiring, and after paying 5 plums and a few cigarettes, Gilan quickly learned the exact location of an "underground bar" from a young street kid.

"That's the territory of the Tate Gang. It only entertains toy factory workers and nearby gang members. You can't get in, uncle."

This is the boy's reminder before leaving.

But Gillan just smiled at that.