Come and connect with me!

As soon as Wuming came up, he couldn't help but let out a low cry of understanding.

It's not like he hasn't seen all kinds of ship equipment before, the Shadow of Frederick the Great, Enterprise's carrier-based aircraft, and even Champagne's finger ship equipment, all of which were things that could only be seen outside the screen before. When in the port area, Wuming naturally observed them carefully for a while, but Oakland's floating guns manipulated these small equipment as stepping points, using Enterprise's equipment to play out Frederick the Great's operations.

"Sit tight."

Auckland saw Wuming's calm expression and curled her lips with some dissatisfaction. She thought she would see Wuming's expression become more exaggerated.

Thinking of this, she blinked and jumped onto the floating cannon carpet. After Wuming made sure that he had stood firmly, the carpet under his feet accelerated instantly. However, Wuming's embarrassing situation as imagined did not appear. He stood steadily on the carpet and glanced at Auckland with an expression that seemed to have seen through everything.

Wuming had no idea how many times he had experienced this level of prank and was well prepared.

"cut."

Auckland snorted, but controlled the speed of the flying carpet to become even. After a while, the two arrived in front of the dimension gate.

"What kind of world is behind the door?"

"That depends on you. Do you want to go to a planet with a large population and a technological level that is almost on the eve of controlled nuclear fusion, or a planet with a smaller population but technology that can already eliminate nuclear energy?"

Wuming asked softly in front of the dimensional gate. The distance between the two was very close, especially when Auckland did not object, they always held hands, which undoubtedly made the relationship between the two closer.

"There are so many people..."

Auckland seemed a little dazed, and then the next second, she made the decision.

"Let's go to a crowded place. I haven't had much contact with humans in this world. Well, except for you. Come to think of it, it's been thousands of years since I last saw a human."

Wuming looked at her in silence for a long time before nodding and silently swallowing the joke about his age.

The two held hands and stepped into the dimensional gate together. The next moment, time and space changed, and a backward but lively world appeared before them.

The time in the Re world is consistent with that in the main world, both maintaining the afternoon. The location where the two people appeared is an empty street in District 11.

There is a lot of traffic on the road, pedestrians on the sidewalks are walking leisurely, and the air is filled with the aroma of snacks.

"Where is this?"

Oakland asked confusedly.

Wuming glanced at the fat maid soliciting customers on the street and smiled at Auckland.

"Welcome to the electronics street, Akihabara."

Chapter 951: Comic Shop

"What is this thing? It looks like a car, but the exhaust smells terrible."

"Well, this thing is called a car, and it is powered by burning oil."

"What about this?"

"Mobile phones... are used for playing... originally, they were used for communication."

Wuming quickly changed his words and tried to make amends in front of Auckland's surprised gaze.

"To put it simply, it's a slightly larger version of a communicator."

"It's hard to understand. If there is no war, would technological progress be so slow?"

Oakland looked around curiously, seeing this ancient world in her eyes.

In her world, nuclear energy has been able to achieve controlled nuclear fusion since before she was born. When the first Rubik's Cube ship was born, this thing was quickly eliminated. Oil was only used as a transitional energy source. It was defeated by an endless stream of top scientists after a brief period of glory. After her birth, Rubik's Cube energy has become a common source of energy. From civilian to military, its application is spread all over the world. The advancement of energy technology has driven all other technologies forward. The whole world has become unrecognizable. To Auckland, the main world has become a rural place, and the world here seems to have returned to the primitive age.

"Maybe, but if given a choice, most ordinary people probably wouldn't want to trade this for technological progress."

Wuming pulled Auckland's hand.

"Let's go, don't you realize someone is watching you?"

Auckland's words were neither loud nor small, and coupled with Wuming's serious explanation, he was obviously labeled as having a "chunibyo syndrome" by passers-by. Several elderly ladies looked at him with strange eyes as they walked by.

"So, is there anything you want to do?"

Wuming didn't care about it at all, and Auckland didn't even raise her eyelids, but the former's words still made her fall into thought.

"Just, let's go for a walk first."

Auckland looked at the strange world, but she didn't feel even a trace of familiarity from it. She was also a little confused about what she wanted to do.

"Well, let me be your tour guide for once."

Wuming took her hand and walked along the sidewalk at a leisurely pace.

The billboards on both sides are full of hot games and popular anime series of the season. Large stores are filled with related products. Walking by are men and women who are not dressed properly. They wear simple clothes, carry large and small bags, and stare at the models and home objects with excitement. They seem like people from two different worlds compared to the flamboyantly dressed cosplayers on the street.

Wuming's coat was a loose and gorgeous navy uniform, and Auckland was in a black robe. The two of them might be conspicuous in other places, but it was not surprising here. Wuming glanced at these cosplayers strolling the street, and took Auckland to a roadside stall with a dull look. After a while, the two of them came out with a crepe each.

"I don't need to eat. Or rather, the Cube Ship doesn't need to eat. Hunger is just an illusion of self-cognition."

"Don't you even give me food in your world?"

Wuming asked vaguely while taking small sips.

"No, it's just a conclusion drawn from an experiment to monitor changes in my body. Also, I didn't eat anything while I was asleep. It wasn't until I was on that island that I had my first meal, and my physical condition didn't get worse."

Auckland imitated Wuming's movements, took a bite of the crepe, moved his eyebrows and said.

“Too much sugar.”

But even so, she didn't give up. The pleasure brought by sweets would not change just because of the changing world.

Wuming glanced at her and raised the corner of his mouth.

"If you can't think of anything in particular you want to do, how about trying all the delicious food in the world as one of them?"

"Well, that sounds like it's going to be time consuming."

Auckland finished his dessert in a few bites, clenched the paper shell that wrapped the crepe, and let go after a moment. The packaging was broken down into basic particles and mixed into the surrounding air.

"Then let's eat whatever we can get."

Wuming didn't force it. He threw the finished paper into the trash can beside him, clapped his hands and said.

"I see you're not very interested in this place. Do you want to change places?"

Auckland is a white eagle ship girl, and in her world, whether there is animation or not is a problem. Wuming does not think that Akihabara's magic power can be so great that it can achieve brainwashing meta as soon as they meet.

"It's up to you. I don't have any strong purpose."

Oakland said casually.

But the next moment, her expression suddenly changed, and she turned her head to look at the bookstore on the side. In that low two-story building, through the gray glass windows, she could see some brightly colored wallpaper. The characters on it were tough, with strong and sturdy figures, which were completely different from the cute people around her.

Wuming followed her gaze and said softly, "Oh."

"Do you like this?"

Auckland looked at the thin men and women like noodles on the street and glanced at Wuming indifferently.

"is it not OK?"

"Of course not. I have a friend who is quite similar to you. In fact, my reading range is quite diverse. I read everything. As long as it is interesting enough, I am willing to try it."

Wuming could sense Auckland's slight annoyance, and he could only give a brief explanation and then shook his head at her.

"Want to go in and have a look?"

Auckland pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

"Anyway, I also..."

"It's alright, right?"

"Long-winded!"

Wuming naturally continued her words. The latter seemed a little annoyed and angry, but did not let go of her hand. She pulled Wuming towards the comic book store.

When I pushed the door open, the bell on the door jingled, reminding me that someone was coming.

"Welcome, please take a look."

The shop owner was an elderly man who was wearing reading glasses and reading a magazine intently. He spoke without raising his head. It seemed that he did not expect the visitors to make him rich.

Oakland was quite interested in this backward form of sales. She looked at the old-fashioned comic books that filled several large bookcases, turned her head, and patted the back of Wuming's hand with her other hand, signaling him to let go.

"Give me some free time."

"You make me sound like a slave owner."

Wuming let go of his hand, and Auckland looked at the five fingers that were previously held with a somewhat puzzled expression. Compared to the other cold hand, the hand that Wuming held tightly seemed to still have some warmth left.

"what happened?"

Wuming saw that she suddenly stopped and asked.

"fine."

Oakland lowered his eyes, turned and walked towards the bookshelf.

This antique shop is mostly filled with old stuff that matches its appearance. Comics from more than a decade ago are considered new stuff. Among the piles of comic books, there are both famous first-line superheroes and lesser-known unknown heroes, but at least on this bookshelf, they all have the same status.

Chapter 952 Where did you get this thing?

Half an hour later, Wuming looked up and found that Auckland was still absorbed in reading. The comic book in his hand seemed to be a funny story about the Bat Detective. At this time, Bruce seemed to like laughing.

He closed the magazine in his hand and chatted with his boss, who was also not reading for the time being.

Another hour passed, Wuming glanced at Auckland and found that she had found a desk to sit down, with finished books on both sides of her.

I really found the right place.

Wuming thought so, and he simply talked to the boss about purchasing the bookstore.

After everything was settled and the elderly man received a satisfactory amount of money, Wuming looked at the clock again and found that Auckland had been immersed in the comics for nearly three hours.

Wuming blinked and watched his former boss leave with some reluctance. He sat in the boss's seat and ordered takeout using his landline phone...

By the time Oakland came to his senses, bright lights had been turned on in the comic book shop, and the nameless figure was also covered with a faint light. He was sitting in the boss's seat, leaning back in a recliner, with a book covering his face.

Auckland put down the comic book and looked at the neon lights outside the window. She felt a long-lost sense of relaxation. Then she looked at Wuming. His attitude of waiting for a long time also touched her.

She stood up and tiptoed to Wuming. Looking at Wuming's slightly heaving chest, her lips couldn't help but move. She raised her hand and was about to do something when she saw the book on Wuming's face shake and fall to the ground with a plop. When Wuming was awakened by the sound, he opened his eyes and dazedly saw Auckland sitting at the desk, holding a comic book and reading it intently.

"Well, I think I slept for a while. Oakland, what time is it now?"

"I don't know, I've always been reading comics."

Oakland said in a cold tone.

Wuming blinked and said "oh".

"Do you like reading comics backwards?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole bookstore fell silent. Auckland flipped the comic book expressionlessly and then said angrily.

"Yes, I do."

Wuming couldn't help laughing. He stretched his body, stood up and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Have an appetite for something to eat?"

He thought of the little episode that happened before, and always felt that Auckland did something while he was asleep. Of course, maybe he didn't have time to do anything.

"Humph."

"You mean, agree?"

"Humph."

"be opposed to?"

Wuming said this, and this time Auckland simply kept silent.

Wuming smiled, he knew what to do.

He walked towards Auckland, reached out his hand, held her cold hand and pulled it gently. Auckland glanced at him, and Wuming silently grasped her hand, clasping their fingers together. This time he pulled it again, and Auckland seemed reluctant to stand up.

"I've booked a restaurant with good reviews. Please accompany me to try it out."

"casual."

When words cannot communicate, it does not mean that other methods are impossible. The mouth can remain silent, but the human eyes can speak, expressions can speak, and the body can speak. As long as you can understand this and are not lazy, there is always a way to know what the other person is thinking.

The dinner was pretty good, although it couldn't compare to Yixian's, and might even be worse than the Little Yellow Chicken in the Hong Kong area, but in this peaceful world, it was almost the pinnacle of mortal cooking skills. At least Auckland, who was not a picky eater, ate quite fast, so it could be understood as a way of expressing satisfaction.