Chapter 2767

"What a prosperous place." On a rooftop, Bobo spoke to a Batman knell: "have you noticed? There are a lot of things like cameras on the road in the city. "

"Yes, full city cameras are the most annoying sight of criminals, aren't they?" Su Ming replied with a smile, while paying attention to the pedestrians on the street: "even if it's in Gotham, no monitoring can prevent crime."

People are still dressed like they were in the 1950s, including women's skirts and hairstyles, as if time had stopped at that time forever.

For hundreds of years, there has been no change in their aesthetics. They still use tongs to cool their hair and make big Wavy Curls. Then they wrap a handkerchief on their head.

If Haley is dressed up like this and goes out on the street, she should be exposed directly.

The style of men's dress is not so good either. It's still the style of long winded clothes plus suits, and then wearing Fedora hats. In fact, the aesthetic standards of that era are not very different from those of the prohibition era.

Everything in the city is standard, just like being measured by a ruler. All the streets are well shaped, but people don't seem to be depressed. On the contrary, they are in a good mood.

Also, since we know that all our compatriots in the outside world are dead, and only they survive underground, human beings have a strange characteristic. When we know that the same kind of life is worse than our own, our own miserable life seems to be less painful.

Why do they live a bad life? Because underground is not on the ground after all, the industry that this kind of place can develop is very limited, it's enough for a lot of people to feel uncomfortable.

Not to mention, if the death knell came to rule this underground city, he would definitely choose to raise the entry threshold for other industries, and then squeeze the human resources other than the necessary survival into the industries he wanted them to engage in.

This is a conventional means of manipulating a society behind the scenes, which is regulated by the market and economy.

"Wait for me. I'll go down and get you some clothes."

Su Ming gives several people an explanation, then turns around and reproduces the clothes he wore in Marvel's 1930s by hanging, because the godfather is never out of date.

Stealth downstairs, appear in the monitoring corner, he is like a local resident, with a happy smile on his face, search the location of clothing shop along the street.

When passing by the automatic newsstand, he let the strangler stab the instrument secretly, and got some coins and a copy of today's newspaper.

He was not the only one standing on the street reading the newspaper, and naturally it didn't seem strange.

The coin is made of copper with a face and the hooded head of the prophet.

And the news in the newspaper is very common, in addition to a large number of advertisements, it is a little bit of frivolous news.

Well, now we can at least know that there are no superheroes that will get in the way, and of course there are no superheroes, which is a good thing.

When a city is about the same size as the whole of Australia, many problems can be covered up. At least there are no negative reports in the news. At most, that is to say, the gas pipeline on the road in which district has exploded again.

Folded the newspaper under his arm, the bell pushed the door and walked into a clothing store, at least according to the sign on the doorframe.

The shop was full of cloth and ready-made clothes. A tailor with round glasses met him, and his mouth was a standard London voice

"What can I do for you, sir?"

With this opening, the bell seems to see the tide of the times coming, but the sun of the empire is slowly setting into the sea

"I'd like some suits, but I won't pay you, sir. I'll trade them for ancient relics."

Su Ming kept a gentleman's smile and responded with the same standard London accent. At the same time, he took out a lighter from his pocket and gently put it on the counter.

It's an ordinary grinding wheel lighter. I forgot where I picked it up during World War II. It's like a German soldier's body? There was still half a pack of cigarettes.

After smoking the cigarette, Su Ming didn't throw the lighter, even if he didn't use it much later.

The owner helped the glasses, did not say yes or no, but said he would leave for a while, please someone to identify.

It's understandable, but it's the same to invite anyone. It's a real world War II product. If someone dares to say it's fake, when someone doesn't obey the rules... The knell can also use another free means to get clothes and achieve perfect penetration.

It turns out that the descendants of Americans in the 1950s were relatively simple. The shopkeeper quickly invited professionals to identify the lighters and determined that they could still be used. After that, he offered a very high price.That is to say, the death knell used a lighter that was picked up in those years to exchange for several sets of high-end clothes, and the tailor's shop owner had to give him a lot of money.

Obviously, they also made money. During the process of chatting with the shop owner and appraisers, Su Ming learned that the prophet encouraged anyone to join the expedition to search for relics and lost history on the ground.

As long as someone can return to the team smoothly, those things will be bought at a high price, so that people who take risks will live a good life for a long time.

The prophet invented an advanced means of transportation, which could dig in the snow at high speed without going to the top of the snow, and avoid being surrounded by zombies as much as possible.

But even so, the casualty rate of this industry is still high. Working under the snow, an avalanche will kill people, not to mention digging those city ruins.

After a general understanding of the situation, Su Ming came back to us again, and began to make a pair of stilts for Bobo.

"Science and technology advanced to 2555, but the society stopped in 1950, regardless of the atmosphere or behavior, in all aspects." Su Ming hammered a nail on the stick and compared Bobo's figure: "they worship the prophet, but they are not fanatical, but they seem very rational."

Harry put on her coat, put on her high heels, put the pink and blue horse tails on her head, wrapped them in a handkerchief, and bit the hairpin in her mouth

"Anyway, you'd better go to this man first and find out where the prophet's house is?"

"I asked a few questions, but the two old men just laughed and didn't speak. They thought it was a joke, as if they were asked children's questions by adults."

Su Ming recalled what happened in the tailor's shop, only to find it a little strange that no one seemed to know the prophet's residence, but there was no visible sign pointing there.

There are many tall buildings in the city, but there is no place close to the prophet.

"So orangutan, I think, don't be attracted by the prophet, we should focus on the clue of soul filling." Bobo jumped on the stilts made by the death knell and skillfully put on human clothes and trousers. After all, he was born in a circus: "where there are soul waves or space debris, we will find them."

If you want to throw the weapons produced here to poly1, no matter through technology or magic, it will inevitably produce space debris flow, unless you use the bridging means like sepulk.

"This is also a way, anyway, the purpose is to stop the heavy snow on earth 0, and the identity of this prophet is not so important."

Raven gave her own opinion, but she said it doesn't count, still depends on the decision of the knell.

Su Ming felt out a cigarette and watched the city in the sun spit out a puff of smoke. The artificial sun looked like a rolling white fireball from the ground.

It radiates light, but not much heat.

"Check the soul first, raven, and try the ceremony." The knell has decided that the so-called prophet problem can be postponed, and the snow and monster invasion must be stopped first.

"But I don't have media." The fingers of the ravens were entangled.

"Here you are." The knell magically handed her a pen: "remember the zombie whose head I cut off? It's his stuff. "

Bobo's eyes suddenly became sharp. He make complaints about it: "have the bodies been turned into instincts? How much influence did the career of a mercenary have on you? "

"Don't care about the details. If you drop a gold pen in the snow, you will pick it up when you see it. What's wrong with picking it up from other people's bodies? Let's go, raven. Don't worry about what the orangutan says

Su Ming held Bobo's mouth with his fingers, then fixed him on stilts, and put his two empty sleeves in the posture of embracing his chest. He looked like a sunglasses thug.

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