I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

"Oh—that beautiful girl!"

There were many pedestrians around who stopped to watch, listening to the musicians playing the piano, and some even clapped in response. Whenever the musicians reached a certain point in their playing, they would always clap their hands vigorously, and then cheer in unison, using Algiers. Sing in your dialect.

"Oh—that beautiful girl!"

The exile found Li Lin singing along, and looked up at him in surprise: "Do you understand the dialect of Algiers?"

Even she couldn't understand it.

"No one knows Algiers better than me." Li Lin gave a thumbs up.

The dark green desktop could translate seamlessly even Gribe's language, let alone the mere Algiers dialect.

This was heard by the surrounding audience, but they relaxed their vigilance towards Li Lin, who could speak their dialect and wore a local Algiers cloak.

From time to time, someone came forward to take out banknotes or coins and put them on the plate in front of the musicians. At this time, the exile noticed something wrong with Li Lin's eyes.

The exile, who felt something strange, changed his expression and quietly retreated behind the crowd, staying in a place where he could have an overview of the whole situation and retreat quickly.

At this time, someone stepped forward to reward him. After him, Li Lin also stepped forward and put his hand into his pocket.

The musician happened to play a difficult and dazzling beat. After nodding slightly to Li Lin, he closed his eyes and immersed himself in the performance.

At this moment, Li Lin bent down, accelerated suddenly, stretched out his hand when passing the musician, took away the plate in front of him, and then knocked away the person in front of him, disappearing into the sea of ​​people in one go.

"Oh, that beautiful—eh?"

The musician's playing and singing stopped abruptly, he looked at the crowd around him, and turned his head to look in the direction where Li Lin disappeared.

The surrounding crowd was caught off guard, and no one expected this scene to happen.

At this time, someone belatedly remembered the exile who came with Li Lin, and when he turned his head, he found that the exile had disappeared.

In fact the exiles were more caught off guard than the surrounding audience.

But she reacted faster. When Li Lin accelerated his sprint, she immediately shrunk her neck to make herself look smaller, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Then he quietly made a big bend, changed his clothes in the corner, and came to the direction where Li Lin was escaping.

At this time, she finally understood why Li Lin had to change clothes.

After walking a few steps, the exiles saw Li Lin squatting in front of a stall, torturing the innocent stall owner.

295 How much is a catty for you immortal

"Master, how much is your melon per catty?"

"Two yuan a pound," the stall owner said.

"Two yuan a catty?" Li Lin showed a look of surprise and uncertainty, "Is the melon skin made of gold or the melon particles made of gold? Could it be raw melon eggs?"

"Look at where there are melons now. These are all good melons shipped from Tirana. If you think they are expensive, I think they are too expensive." The boss, who was holding his head in white silk cloth, was sitting on a small bench with a hookah in his mouth. , "If I eat raw melon eggs myself, you will be satisfied."

"Okay, pick two for me?" Li Lin said to the owner of the melon stall.

"Okay." The melon stall owner picked out a cantaloupe and put it on the scale, "How about this?"

Li Lin habitually reached out to pat the melons. The owner of the melon stall saw this and subconsciously asked, "What are you doing?"

Probably the only Chinese in the world who habitually clap melons with their hands.

"Calm melon's emotions." Li Lin said smoothly, took the opportunity to grab a watermelon knife and slashed on the cantaloupe with lightning speed. The innocent melon died tragically on the spot. fell to the ground.

Li Lin's movements were too fast and smooth, causing the onlookers to think that he was born as a gangster, and they all made way for him, especially the owner of the melon stall who was close at hand, who dared not accept Li Lin's money at all.

"Thank you." Li Lin didn't expect to meet such a kind person when he came out to play wild. He thanked him frequently and planned to visit his business frequently in the future.

The owner of the melon stall nodded and bowed to watch Li Lin disappear, and then he dared to wipe the sweat from his temples that had trickled down to his chin.

At this time, someone who was familiar with the melon stall owner came up and asked with lingering fear: "Old Abbas, are you okay? Did you borrow money from outside...or was someone watching you? "

"I don't know, I really don't know!" Old Abbas sat on the ground almost collapsed, "I'm just a fruit seller!"

After some comfort, the old Abbas finally calmed down. At this time, in order to take care of the mentality of the old Abbas, the acquaintances planned to buy melons to show comfort.

Old Abbas was about to take out the watermelon knife to cut the cantaloupe, but found that the knife had disappeared.

"I thought you would take the opportunity to find fault, and then slashed at that peddler." The exile complained while eating melons, squinting at Li Lin, "And why did you take his knife?"

"Didn't he give it to me?" Li Lin was confident.

"I'm pretty sure it's not." The exile sighed secretly and decided not to argue with Li Lin on this matter.

After all, every argument with Li Lin always comes first with his victory. Not only does he have no sense of victory, but he also has to beware of Li Lin's mental pollution that is so hard to guard against. To be honest, the exile once thought about letting Li Lin go with her. of great hostility.

Considering that Li Lin came out today not only didn't spend a single penny but also made a lot of money, and someone even gave him a melon and a watermelon knife, the harvest this morning is really not cheap.

However, this kind of thing can be one or two, and if there are too many times, it is easy to be beaten by offline Mortal Kombat.

Next, Li Lin could not be allowed to act independently. The exile thought for a while and decided to go to the local antique and firearms shops in Algiers first.

The memory of buying a lion hunter rifle in Rostock before is still fresh, and Algiers is a place of turmoil, where the two major forces, the National Liberation Front and the Colonial Governor, are entangled endlessly. This kind of opportunity should be more and closer.

The aftermath of World War I still hasn't receded. When the exile and Li Lin walked into the gun shop, they almost bumped into someone.

"Sorry." The exile nodded and passed the man.

The man did not move, but stood in front of them. To be precise, he stood between Li Lin and the exile.

As if realizing that he was blocking the door of the gun shop, the man gestured towards the exile and Li Lin, motioning them to come out.

When they walked outside the store, the man took off the bonnet on his head, bowed slightly to the exile and Li Lin, revealing his Arabian face, unexpectedly he was dressed like a European A celebrity, in addition to the tweed hat, is also wearing a high-necked windbreaker, the trousers are pressed neatly, and a silver pocket watch is stuck on the side of the striped vest.

When he opened his mouth, an authentic London accent sounded: "I should be the one who should say sorry. I interrupted your purchase process, but I have to do so for a reason."

The exile wisely remained silent, feeling that the man might be mistaken.

"Please don't think this way, it bothers me, the fact that you are not what you are in my eyes, so I'm not sure it's you-well, in Christopher's words, it's either Peter, but I beg to differ, so I need to confirm—you should still use the name Snyder now, right?"

He turned his head to Li Lin again: "And you, Mr. Abraham."

Li Lin is gearing up: "Riddler, right?"

The attitude of the exiles changed drastically: "Who are you?"

The Arab scholar put the fedora hat on his hand back on his head: "My name is Nothingness, the son of Nothingness. In the past, when this name was not given this meaning, they called me Ibn Adim."

The moment he finished speaking, a translucent box suddenly appeared on Li Lin's dark green desktop, and the icon belonging to the Secret History reappeared. Compared with the Secret History of Alkana, the Secret History of Dr. Ibn Adim's Sexuality Be more intense.

Then the icon of the Secret History cracked, and the card belonging to Ibn Adim emerged beneath it. Abstract brushstrokes outlined an image of an Arab scholar wearing a top hat and a windbreaker on the dark purple background. He had thick winding The whiskers and eyebrows are as straight as the tip of a pen.

[Someone has arrived. 】

[The signs are obvious enough - Zhu Shi's wounds are aching, the knot of time has become loose, and the words recorded in the books are dim.All signs indicate that a secret history immortal is close at hand! 】

[An immortal who is curious about you has arrived! 】

[Students of history, son of nothingness (??? ??????)]

[Dr. Ibn Adim, known as Aleppo, is interested in thousands of looming or even ignored histories. 】

In any case, a long-lived secret history similar to Arcana found them. Recalling Arcana's methods, the exile's face changed slightly. She stared into the eyes of the Aleppo people and asked serious questions.

"So what do you want to do?"

Pedestrians were busy coming and going around, but no one turned their eyes here. It seemed that Aleppo, centered on the people, had become another time and space.

Facing the exile's question, the Aleppo man did not answer directly, but took out a brown notebook from his coat pocket.

He opened the notebook, turned to a certain page, and read the contents according to the script: "Don't rush to kill Defoe, and don't kill Defoe yourself. This is my advice to myself."

After reading it, the Aleppo man tore out the page and handed it to Snyder.

The exile looked at the paper carefully, without saying a word.

It was her own handwriting.

296 I think you don’t understand at all

It was somewhat inappropriate to talk about this kind of thing outside a gun shop. Although the Aleppo people's abilities were more bizarre than those of Alkana, this did not prevent them from discussing it in detail in another place.

They came to a well-known local Arabic restaurant. When the exiles opened the curtain hanging in front of the gate, the Ottoman tune of "Grandfather and Grandfather" came out from inside, and at the same time as the music, there was also the pungent and spicy odor.

Li Lin suddenly wanted Nian to come over and have a meal.

A white gauze curtain embroidered with the word "halal" hangs between the main hall of the restaurant and the kitchen at the back. Something is cooking on a stew pot, exuding a rich aroma of mutton and peas, and there is also the sound of the collision of spoons and kitchen knives. The rich and fragrant aroma is The aroma flows from the kitchen all the way to the table.

Raisin pudding is like a soft cake, soaked in pale white cream; potato and cabbage puree fills shallow dishes, colorful and pastel, light green and pale yellow, dotted with small red fruit pieces; There are several huge lamb legs in the middle of the dining table. From time to time, someone will come forward and use the table knife to cut off the meat they like from the lamb legs, put it on the dinner plate and bring it back to their table.

This buffet-like dining style will indeed make the restaurant very famous.

The Aleppo man took two portions of pudding and a portion of beef—although many others reached for knives to cut the leg of mutton, but he was not grateful.

"Ever since I left the waking world and returned to lucid dreaming, I have never touched the flesh of a lamb, for it is a tribute to the pilgrims and the thieves of sight, in every history the pure black Sheep always help us find the right way."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was an old magic stick.

All the extant immortals of the secret history belong to Si Chen named Wanderer. Among Si Chen, he has the most faces, and some people call his face "mask".

Among the many visages of wandering travelers, the most commonly used are the following: the Scene Thief, the Laughing Thrush, the Centipede, and the Pilgrim.

The people of Aleppo cut off a piece of beef, put it in their mouths with a fork, chewed it, swallowed it, and then introduced the Sichen, the wanderer, to the exiles in detail.

"He was born in a city called Mia, but was punished for entering the temple by mistake when he was young. After becoming a Sichen, he placed a curse, making this city called Mia only sip water throughout history. The wind and sand disappear without a trace in the dust. As a centipede, He will retaliate with His scorn."

"When he was a laughing thrush, he chased the sun, and every bird feather was soaked with the taste of the sun. The sun here does not refer to the split sun, but is more perfect and more perfect before him. A brighter and warmer sun."

"As a scene thief, before he left Mansu, he drew a river that surrounds Mansu and runs through the waking world, Mansu, the sea of ​​lightlessness, and even the virtual world. It is called the river in the painting. The twins of the sea who were mortals drowned in the sea in the great drought in Lydia, but they entered Mansu through the river in the picture in the sea, where they were promoted from mortals to become Sichens through the promotion of Sichen Red Cup. great cause."

"So the Twins of the Sea still remember the Thief of Sights."

"Among the many Si Chens, Wandering Traveler is the only Si Chen who does not live in Mansu, because his nickname is Pilgrim, and he has revealed things that have not yet happened but are destined to happen. He is destined to cause a wave of chaos that sweeps Mansu. Huge change.”

The exile put down the tableware in his hands, glanced around from the corner of his eyes, and looked at the people who had nothing to do with it.

She smiled: "So, what I did caught the eyes of wandering travelers?"

"This is one of them." The Aleppo man said, "You must know that you are not only competing with Defoer, but also yourself."

"What do you mean?" The exile took out the piece of paper.

"That's your advice from another history." The Aleppo man said, "He lives in a history that is brighter and stronger than yours now."

"Him? I am a male in the other history... There are also multiple histories. I always thought this was a hypothesis of the apprentices."

"Of course not a hypothesis." The Aleppo man said, "It's just that to me, your history is like a page that can be turned at will. Most people are just a trivial punctuation mark on it. Only a few Existence occupies the vast majority of the page.”

"It sounds like the secret history immortal has a great advantage in this regard." The exile sarcastically said, in any case, it is still too difficult for her to accept this worldview setting.

"No, don't think so. People who can become students of history have equal respect and curiosity for all history." Aleppo people can see what the exiles are thinking at a glance, " That's why you can't find esoteric apprentices, because they all live in their own history. An apprentice may live in England during the Wars of the Roses, or in Istanbul during the Ottoman era, or in the Xia Dynasty. Naruto yelled at the sun, 'Time is mourning'...Only by living out of the history they are in can they become the new secret history immortals."

"I'm sure I'm not a person who respects history very much." After thinking about it, the exile decided to open up. The feeling that the last secret history immortal Arcana brought to her was too weird, like a sober lunatic , "You see, I don't even value antiques, I always trade them for money."

"Why should we pay attention to the garbage that can be picked up by the roadside?"

Unexpectedly, the Aleppo people were even more shocked than the exiles: "Isn't this something you can find easily?"

The exile fell silent.

I really want to hit someone...

The Aleppo people didn't understand what pain points they had poked the exiles, so they had to shut up angrily, and turned their attention to Li Lin, who had been eating openly from the beginning.

From the time he started talking, Li Lin was eating. When he was emotionally moving, Li Lin was eating. Now that he stopped, Li Lin was still eating.

"You have a really good appetite." Aleppo people praised insincerely.

"I won't pay!" Li Lin raised his head and shook his voice.

"I'll pay." The exile was watching the excitement from the sidelines, and she didn't think it was a big deal. To be honest, she was a little annoyed by what the Aleppo just said. This kind of riddle is between a riddle and a prophecy of the future The emphasis is really annoying.

Dr. Ibn Adim took the hot iron and asked: "Mr. Abraham - I am sorry to call you by this name, but this is the only name you have in this history. If you want, you can tell me your current name."

Li Lin looked up at the Aleppo people, and said softly: "My name is Zhang Jie..."

A trace of doubt flashed in the exile's eyes. Isn't his name Li Lin?

Is it—

Li Lin continued: "...You can call me Brother Jie."

"Hello, Jack."

Aleppo people treat Li Lin with more respect than they treat exiles.