Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Kong Jiu rubbed his tired shoulders and walked out of the dissection room.

The two psionic remains were quite intact; they could be handed over after only a little processing.

But what truly exhausted him was that letter.

He opened the panel and saw that his Vision and Intelligence had each increased by a little, and he had also gained two new skills.

【Eye that looks straight at the dead line】 and 【Chaos Agent】.

It seems that being able to see other people's health bars means I probably don't need to seek medical help.

But what exactly is a "Chaos Agent"?

I'll try it when I have time.

The most urgent task is to quickly process my visa application, using the business card the professor gave me.

He jumped on his bicycle and rode towards Chinatown.

Hills City, Eastern District, Chinatown.

Chinatown, located at the foot of the mountain where the Lower East Side and Midtown meet, is a peculiar area that is neither entirely black nor white.

What displeased Kong Jiu was that Hills' Chinatown intersected with the Yamato Castle, which was composed of Japanese people, and together they formed a place called the Eastern District.

Kong Jiu had always disliked the Japanese. In his eyes, the Japanese were polite in small matters but lacked righteousness, and they would always annoy him in all sorts of trivial matters.

For example, there was once a Japanese classmate who, having somehow heard that he had obtained his graduate student internship by working for a professor, excitedly approached him and threatened to report him to the school.

Of course, Kong Jiu's 1.9-meter height wasn't for nothing; he used Confucianism and Mencius' teachings to thoroughly defeat the Japanese.

From then on, Kong Jiu, who was in a bad mood, would occasionally come to this international zone to beat up a few Japanese people to vent his anger.

Therefore, he was quite familiar with this area.

First, we bypassed Taiho City and arrived at Chinatown. Then, following the locations marked on the business card, we wandered left and right through countless alleys.

Finally, we stopped in front of an antique shop in a secluded location.

This antique shop is located in an extremely remote area, surrounded by residential buildings, which doesn't seem like a proper place to do business.

However, this did make Kong Jiu feel more at ease.

Such shops often indicate that the owner is wealthy. Opening a shop is merely a cover; there's usually more to it than meets the eye.

As he pushed open the shop door, a strong sandalwood scent wafted out, making him frown.

At the counter, a middle-aged man wearing a melon-shaped hat, with a small braid, and a mandarin jacket with centipede-shaped buttons looked up as the door opened.

Kong Jiu scoffed inwardly.

"Damn, a shop run by Manchu remnants?"

Hills Chinatown has many Manchu relics.

These people wear pigtails, speak in a high-pitched voice, and still claim to be the true inheritors of Chinese tradition.

In order to maintain "purity of bloodline", Manchu remnants even intermarried, which is quite disgusting.

Upon seeing a fellow East Asian face, the man raised an eyebrow and asked, "Chinese, Japanese, or Korean?"

He asked the question in Chinese.

"magnificent."

Kong Jiu gave a brief reply and walked into the store, glancing around.

Tiger bone whistles, Ru ware porcelain, calligraphy and paintings by which prince of the old dynasty...

Similar to the secondhand shops commonly found in Chinatown, the shop is filled with all sorts of strange and unusual items.

Kong Jiu didn't care about these things and didn't bother to look closely. He just glanced at it briefly and then took out his business card.

"I'm looking for Fern Lee, is he here?"

The man with the braid paused, a barely perceptible hint of caution flashing in his eyes, before accepting the business card.

"Yes, yes, what do you need?"

Fern ran his fingers over the paper's texture, feeling the patterns on it, his expression one of pure enjoyment, even revealing a hint of rapture.

This sight disgusted Kong Jiu, who hesitated, wondering whether to trust the man with the queue in front of him, before taking out the documents from his bag.

"I heard from others that you're excellent at handling expedited government affairs."

He tentatively asked, "How much?"

"Price?"

Fern was still fiddling with the business card, his tone erratic, "I...I never haggle, I only haggle with white gentlemen."

Well, he really is a charlatan.

The classic saying is about fate, not money. This phrase was so succinctly spoken by the monks in his hometown temple in his past life that he could recite it by heart.

Kong Jiu felt even more uneasy, worried that the man with the queue wouldn't be able to get things done for him.

Unexpectedly, Fern suddenly stopped, abandoning his obsequious and domineering demeanor, and respectfully handed the business card back to Kong Jiu with both hands.

"The business card is genuine. I apologize for taking up your time, esteemed guest."

Almost instantly, his entire demeanor became upright, as if he had taken off his braid.

Kong Jiu took the business card with surprise, watching the person turn around and turn a vase on the counter, revealing a hidden door that slowly opened behind him.

Seemingly sensing the disgust and surprise in Kong Jiu's eyes, 'Fern' bowed and slowly said:

"I apologize, Lord Li instructed me to set up a shop in Manchu style to deal with those thugs who occasionally come to vandalize the shop."

Kong Jiu, still somewhat doubtful, stepped into the dark, hidden door.

Behind the hidden door was a narrow path, neither too long nor too short.

However, Kong Jiu keenly noticed that there was a slight, barely perceptible slope in the dark passage.

I am going down, perhaps I have come to a basement?

When the light appeared and he hurried towards it, everything left him dumbfounded.

Before me was a spacious office.

To be precise, it's an office with floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in sunlight, located dozens of stories high.

Strange, I didn't feel the dizziness that elevators usually give me when I was in that dark alley.

Wait a minute, the world outside the window is filled with towering buildings, and there isn't a single speck of snow.

No, with towering buildings, it doesn't seem like Chinatown.

"Oh, someone's here?"

A clear, childlike voice rang out, causing Kong Jiu to turn his head and look at the sofa.

A little girl of about six or seven years old, dressed in light summer clothes, was sitting on the sofa with her bare feet and legs crossed, greeting us.

Next to the mahogany sofa and the log coffee table, there is a statue of Shou Lao carved from a tree root.

Kong Jiu looked around the office, which seemed to be set up like a company CEO's office. The little girl drinking tea here seemed out of place no matter how you looked at it.

The system cannot detect her information, which means that this little girl's overall level is at least level 20 or higher, and she doesn't even have a health bar above her head.

Kong Jiu found many things suspicious about this seemingly innocent-looking girl with an Eastern face.

Kong Jiu composed himself, suppressing his numerous doubts, and asked, "Little friend, I'm looking for Fern Lee. Do you know when he's coming?"

The little girl took a sip of tea, glanced at herself, and said casually, "Fern? That's a name for white people. We're all Chinese, just call me Li Yingying."

Kong Jiu was taken aback, his breathing quickened slightly, and he murmured, "What did you say?"

"Li Yingying, what's wrong?"

The girl then casually remarked.

No, not that sentence.

Kong Jiu's eyes widened slightly, his emotions clearly rising. "What did you just say everyone was like?"

The girl was stunned, as if she had been intimidated by Kong Jiu's gaze.

"Wait, you don't actually have access to the subspace, do you?"

The girl's casual expression vanished instantly, her gaze hardened, and with a flick of her fingers, a few wisps of light drifted out.

The next second, her expression changed, and she exclaimed in surprise, her eyes wide: "(Chinese national treasure), you're a subspace traveler?"

At this moment, Kong Jiu disregarded all decorum and rushed to the French windows.

His eyes trembled as he made out the world outside the window.

Oriental Pearl Tower, Financial Center, a collection of international architectural styles!

With tears welling in his eyes and his voice trembling, Kong Jiu knelt down in front of the French windows.

"I'm back?"

He didn't know if he was asking the little girl or himself.