This aura is deadly

Chen Ke wandered the streets without any clue in his mind. The stone in his heart remained silent and refused to reveal any more information to him.

He urgently wants to know who he was killed by, and what method his opponent used to separate his head from being able to suspend time?

It might be a sneak attack, or it might be a sniper attack. No matter what, the next time he faced him, Chen Ke would not give him another chance to strike.

When passing by Longtown College, Chen Ke saw three guys in windbreakers communicating with school personnel. They looked at Chen Ke, and their three pairs of eyes kept looking at Chen Ke.

Chen Ke held up the three-cornered hat on his head and walked away quickly, pretending to be calm. Even in the 19th century, the suit of sacred objects he was wearing seemed too strange.

He was completely lost in this era. He had no one he knew, no source of intelligence, and no clues at hand. He was like a refugee abandoned by time.

"Hey! Sir, what a coincidence that I can meet you here!"

A voice saying hello came from behind Chen Ke. Although he felt that someone else was speaking, he subconsciously looked back and saw an old man in a black coat and carrying an umbrella looking at him.

Looking at the other person's eyes, it seemed that he was really talking to him. Chen Ke looked back and confirmed that he and the old man were the only two people around.

"Um...do I know you?" Chen Ke asked in surprise.

"With all due respect, the meeting in the cafe last week was too hasty. I haven't formally introduced myself yet. My name is Charles Dickens, and I am a writer." Dickens said.

"Dickens..." Chen Ke was stunned. Is he the one who wrote A Tale of Two Cities?

"It seems I'm not famous enough, otherwise you wouldn't have such an expression when you heard my name." Dickens raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Wait a minute, we met last week?" Chen Ke asked, so to speak, it actually took a week for him to be resurrected this time.

"Yes, you may not remember me very much. After all, the encounter was very brief and accompanied by some unpleasantness. But, by the way, what is your name?" Dickens asked.

"My name is...Chen Ke." Chen Ke said.

"Oh, Mr. Chen. How about I call you that from now on? Speaking of which, where is the lady who accompanied you last time? Isn't she your boss?" Dickens talked casually.

"I'm also looking for her. You know, wage arrears happen from time to time." Chen Ke spread his hands.

"Oh... that's really tragic. Mr. Chen, looking at your outfit, your job shouldn't be easy, right?" Dickens said with a smile.

"Well, it's true. It's not easy to make money." Chen Ke nodded.

"Now that we can meet again, why don't you go sit down in a cafe and let me buy you a cup of hot coffee and talk about your work? I'm curious about many things." Dickens suggested.

"My work involves business secrets, so it's not convenient to disclose them to outsiders." Chen Ke shook his head.

"Oh, that's such a pity, but I still want to buy you a cup of coffee. You can talk about other things and talk freely!" Dickens refused to give in and seemed to be very interested in Chen Ke.

Chen Ke didn't refuse anymore. Anyway, he had no clue now. According to Dickens, he should have been in contact with him a week before his death. Maybe he could get some information out of a few chats.

After all, the other party is a historical celebrity, so he will not deceive himself. Of course, in a world overflowing with psychic powers, anything can happen. Although Chen Ke did not have any holy objects in his hands, the Ashes of Anhelei and the Crystallized Psychic Gun were not decorations.

If Dickens did anything outrageous, he would be killed.

Chen Ke thought like this, and walked with Dickens to the cafe across the street. They saw a sign hanging on the door of the cafe, which read "Clear Thoughts and Skillful Debates Cafe" in beautiful carved fonts.

"Hello, Dickens..." As soon as he entered the door, the cafe owner standing at the counter greeted Dickens. It seemed that he was a regular customer here.

However, after the boss saw Chen Ke, his expression changed greatly.

"What's the matter, Jonathan? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Dickens asked.

"Nothing...nothing...just pick a seat where you like." The cafe owner said while looking at Chen Ke.

"Do you know me?" Chen Ke asked in confusion.

"Are you free to chat in private later?" the boss asked quietly.

"Hmm..." Chen Ke narrowed his eyes. It seemed that the owner of this cafe also knew him.

"Then, let's go upstairs. I like the seat by the window." Dickens walked to the stairs by himself. He didn't hear what the cafe owner said just now.

"Of course." Chen Ke nodded and glanced at the cafe owner. From the other person's eyes, he could only see fear and confusion.

Chen Ke and Dickens sat on the second floor of the cafe. The window seat had good lighting. Dickens closed the window and sat opposite Chen Ke.

"The air becomes bad after noon, and the weather is quite cold." Dickens explained the reason why he closed the window.

"Are you referring to the smell wafting from the factory? It is inevitable that heavy industrial areas will be seriously polluted..." Chen Kedao.

The boss served two cups of coffee at this time, which was rich and fragrant. Chen Ke didn't understand coffee, but he thought it should taste better than the bagged ones.

"Thank you Jonathan, it's rare for you to bring the coffee yourself." Dickens nodded.

The coffee shop owner looked at Chen Ke as if he was hinting at something, but Chen Ke couldn't understand it.

"I like the black coffee in this coffee shop very much and order it every time I come here, so Jonathan made his own decision." Dickens said.

"I don't care." Chen Ke took the coffee and took a sip. For some reason, he thought of Lester, the cripple who used a mug to make bagged coffee and opened a clothing store.

"Take it easy." Seeing that Chen Ke didn't respond, Jonathan put down his coffee and left.

"You seem to have a question to ask me, I can tell." Chen Ke said straight to the point. He could see that Dickens had an ulterior motive for inviting him to drink coffee.

"You see, I am a writer, and writers rely on inspiration to write." Dickens held the coffee cup and looked at Chen Ke.

"Do you think I have your inspiration?" Chen Ke asked.

"I can't say so, but when we first met, you and your boss really left a deep impression on me. I think you are quite mysterious." Dickens said.

"Mysterious? If you still remember, tell me, Dickens, which of our actions at that time made you feel mysterious?" Chen Ke's insinuation.

"You see, we are living in an era where the wave of industry is carrying countless people forward. Longtown is already the center of the world. Twenty years ago, you could rarely see Oriental people on the streets of Longtown. , but now, people of different colors, nationalities and countries are all gathered here, but there are not many foreigners who can speak Ingram so fluently. Being able to talk to you fluently is very exciting in itself. " Dickens said.

Dickens was right when he said that Asians who went overseas in the 19th century generally worked as laborers and other low-level jobs, and most of them did not have the ability to communicate in foreign languages.

"How do you say that... This is the best of times and the worst of times, right? The industrial wave has brought mankind a big step forward, but it has also created more social problems." Chen Ke sipped coffee.

The era he lives in is already the post-mobile Internet era. At this moment, Dickens probably never dreamed of how far science fiction could go in the era Chen Ke lived in.

"Hmm... I was wondering how to start writing... Aha! I thought of it!" Dickens thought for a moment and muttered.

"What did you think of?" Chen Ke was stunned.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness... It was the spring fields of hope, it was the winter of despair..." Dickens murmured as he took out Write down what you said in a small notebook.

"Oh...what are you writing?" Chen Ke asked.

"My new novel, I haven't actually started writing it yet. I plan to serialize it in my brand new publication. You will be the first to know, hehe." Dickens smiled.

"It sounds like a masterpiece." Chen Ke said.

"The story is set during the French Revolution. The story takes place in the cities of Longtown and Bari. Although I have already thought of the plot, I haven't decided on a title yet." Dickens said as he closed the book. , put it in your pocket.

"How about calling it A Tale of Two Cities?" Chen Ke asked.

"Well...well..." Dickens pondered, frowning and thinking.

"What a beautiful name!" After a while, he raised his head and knocked on the table excitedly, as if he had found a treasure.

"Okay Dickens... back to the topic, how much do you remember about the last time we met?" Chen Ke asked.