This aura is deadly

"When we come back, it will still be at this time and we won't delay anything for you. The premise is that you can come back alive." Xu Jing said.

Chen Ke nodded and said nothing more.

"Everything is ready, Miss Xu." Mr. Pu ran out from behind the counter and said.

Xu Jing nodded and took Chen Ke into the antique store and came to a large mirror. Mr. Pu uncovered a piece of silk covering the mirror and let the two people's figures be projected into the mirror.

The mirror was about the height of a person, barely able to reflect Chen Ke and Xu Jing in it. It looked unattractive, just an ordinary household mirror.

There was no information box popping up in Chen Ke's field of vision, and he couldn't tell what was special about this mirror. It was just like the inkstone that kept changing its shape and color, making it elusive to him.

Xu Jing held Chen Ke's arm, and the two of them were close to each other, their movements were very intimate.

"Don't misunderstand Chen Ke." Xu Jing reminded.

"My universe already has a star." Chen Ke replied.

"Stand still, look in the mirror, and look carefully." Xu Jing said again.

Chen Ke held the umbrella in his left hand and held Xu Jing in his right hand. He looked at the reflection of the two of them in the mirror and didn't feel any changes in his surroundings.

There is neither dizziness nor a light curtain effect similar to that produced when traveling through time and space. How exactly does the Foundation travel through time and space?

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly noticed that the reflection in the mirror had changed.

The figures of the two people are still the same, but the background is no longer the antique shop just now, but another... antique shop.

Chen Ke couldn't help but look around. Mr. Pu was no longer there, and he was surrounded by a strange environment.

White light shines into the room from the small window. The wooden floor creaks under the feet. There are wooden crates and some unnamed equipment piled around.

The mirror was placed alone in the corner of the room, and the coarse cloth covering the mirror fell aside.

Xu Jing was familiar with the situation. She let go of Chen Ke, turned around and walked towards the stairs. Chen Ke also quickly followed, carefully walking down the wooden stairs.

After arriving on the first floor, there was a fat middle-aged man with red hair standing at the counter. He greeted Xu Jing with a very standard British accent.

"Hello, Ms. Xu, your companions are waiting for you at the old place." The fat man said, and at the same time, he looked at Chen Ke warily.

"Let the owl tell them that I brought people here." Xu Jing ordered.

The fat man responded, turned around and walked to the back room, where a cooing sound came from inside.

"Chen Ke, don't take out your guns, mobile phones and other 21st century creations, do you understand?" Xu Jing reminded again in front of the door.

"I try to exercise restraint." Chen Ke spread his hands.

Xu Jing pushed open the wooden door with her left hand, and a cold wind poured into the house. Chen Ke felt a chill and couldn't help but tighten his windbreaker.

The white sky made him unable to open his eyes. He stepped out of the porch and saw the gloomy sky. The tip of his nose was moistened by the continuous drizzle. The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of earth fragrance and burning cinders.

"Drive! Drive!"

Two coachmen swung their reins, mounted three horses, and dragged a green four-wheeled wagon through the muddy street in front of Chen Ke.

Chen Ke looked back and saw that he was walking out of an antique shop.

"Follow us, we have to walk a while." Xu Jing said, walking onto the street first.

Looking at the sky, Chen Ke felt that it was probably early morning and there were not many pedestrians here.

The newsboy shouted "Headlines! Headlines!" on the street corner. Two obese women knocked on the windows between floors with long poles and kept shouting "Sir, it's time to get up."

"What are you doing?" Chen Ke asked curiously.

"That was a job that only existed in the 18th and 19th centuries, specifically for waking people up in the morning." Xu Jing said.

They walked along the path next to the street. It was drizzling. They didn't hold an umbrella. Xu Jing took out a hat from somewhere and put it on.

Although both Chen Ke and Xu Jing were wearing clothes of this era, it was still extremely rare to see people from the Phoenix Republic on the streets of Longton in the 19th century.

What's more, at that time, Scarlet Phoenix Republic issued braided hair, and their releases were in the 21st century Western style, so pedestrians passing by would cast curious glances at them...

"Can you tell me now, what are we going to do now?" Chen Ke suddenly asked.

"Our people discovered Chen Ke...another Chen Ke appeared in Longton in 1859." Xu Jing replied.

"I thought he was in Opportunity City...?" Chen Ke was surprised.

"He was there before and then left. Although it is still unknown what he was going to do in 1859, the Foundation agents stationed here should already have some information." Xu Jing said.

"I thought the foundation would only send agents like you to jump around." Chen Kedao.

"They are not people in objective reality, they are volunteers deployed by us in subjective reality." Xu Jing said.

Chen Ke understood. Isn't this just a temporary worker?

The two of them were silent all the way, and after walking for a long time, they came to a small cafe on the corner of the street. This cafe has two floors, but the space is actually very small. There are only three long tables on the first floor.

There is a sign hanging on the door of the cafe, which reads "Ming Si Qiao Debian Cafe" in beautiful carved fonts.

Since the 16th century, men in Longtown have been keen on hanging out in cafes, a behavior similar to surfing the Internet and chatting in forums in the early 21st century.

Drinking coffee is not the purpose, chatting with coffee friends is the real thing. Gathering in a coffee shop to exchange various ideas and thoughts, and talking all night long is the daily entertainment of most men in that era.

They gathered in the cafe and chatted all day long, as if they had discovered a new world, and they couldn't bear to leave even if they chatted until the early hours of the morning. It's just like how addicted people are nowadays to hold their mobile phones and watch short videos and post barrages all day long.

By the 17th and 18th centuries, coffeehouses had formed a very powerful industry, forming a city-wide information network in Longtown. People from all walks of life would spontaneously go to coffeehouses to meet and discuss with their peers.

The two of them walked into the cafe. Since it was still early, there was no one in the cafe. The barista behind the bar was cleaning the cups, and a large pot of coffee was burning in the fireplace, and the mellow aroma of coffee came to his nostrils.

A little boy was sitting on a chair munching bread. Chen Ke didn't know whether the boy was the son of the cafe owner or a child laborer working here.

In Longtown in the 19th century, child labor was not too common.

"Ms. Xu? They are waiting for you upstairs." The barista pointed upward.

"Make sure no one comes up." Xu Jing ordered.

"Of course." The barista nodded while looking at Chen Ke.

"Is this...the one you're talking about?" the barista asked when they went upstairs.

"Don't ask things you shouldn't ask." Xu Jing said.

Chen Ke followed Xu Jing upstairs, where six people were already sitting. Judging from their clothes, it was obvious that they were all workers and other proletarians.

"Ms. Xu." When they saw Xu Jing walking upstairs, they immediately stood up and took off their fedora hats.

"I thought you would recruit a group of gentlemen wearing top hats..." Chen Ke complained.

Based on Xu Jing's style in 2009, even if humans did not have an organization like the Administration in 1859, she should have found a way to get in touch with the high-level officials of this era.

"This subjective reality has not fully touched the extraordinary. We don't want to interfere rashly, so there is no way to show the power of the foundation to the world." Xu Jing said helplessly.

"Ms. Xu, this is... the one you're talking about?" a man dressed as a carriage driver asked.

"Yes, that's him. Gentlemen, please sit down first and tell me later what you have discovered in the past few months." Xu Jing walked to the table and sat down, pulling Chen next to her.

Chen Ke closed the table next to him and then remembered that he was not afraid of the cold at all. It was all a physiological habit brought about by living as an ordinary person for 24 years.

"He is in Longtown, and he is very close to the people at the college, as if he is looking for something." said the coachman.

"Academy? Are there any clues about what he is looking for?" Xu Jing frowned, and Chen Keyun was confused and didn't know what they were talking about.

"I don't know...it's hard to explain. He mentioned the word angel wings. We don't know what it means." Across the table, a man who looked particularly chunky said.

"No matter what he is looking for, it must be something dangerous..." Xu Jing said.