"What place is this."
Surveying the surroundings, it seed like I was in a city, with a layout clearly not like China, exuding a thick atmosphere of the era, resembling an 18th-century city in Lan Ou Continent. But strangely, amidst this foreign-feeling city, Chinese characters from China could be seen everywhere, and the people walking down the street were of all ethnicities, truly a lting pot.
There were many shops on the street, such as toy stores, clothing stores, shoe shops, and even a detective agency. Unlike in China, where stores keep their doors wide open as if wanting to swallow custors whole, here the shops had only small doors, unlocked, so custors opened them themselves to enter if they needed anything. To tell what kind of store it was, you had to look at the sign on the door or the display window to see what was being sold inside.
To Tang Ye, this city only felt unfamiliar, without the slightest sense of familiarity, proving that he hadn’t arrived at Camberlite, at least this place seed more prosperous than Camberlite.
Turning around, behind him was also a shop, with a sign that read: Mr. Pillay’s grocery store.
"Pi...lley?"
He couldn’t pronounce it clearly, but Tang Ye didn’t bother to figure out whose grocery store it was now. He looked inside, finding it empty, which probably ant it was his grocery store.
Moreover, the flowers in the garden were well tended.
After a fight, he got a ti travel experience card, and even an identity, not too bad.
Amused at the thought, Tang Ye first pretended to be a custor and walked into the grocery store to confirm whether the grocery store was really his.
"Anybody here?"
He called out tentatively but got no response, then Tang Ye went upstairs to have a look. There were only two rooms, one piled with all sorts of miscellaneous items covered in a thick layer of dust, seemingly untouched, the other was a bedroom with a bed, two small cabinets on either side, one holding a lamp, the other two books, the bed was ssy, with blankets and pillows tangled together, and a few shopping lists on top.
The carpet was clean, clearly cleaned not too long ago, all simple furnishings, and the living room arrangents were even simpler, with white walls, a set of sofas, and an old TV with long antennas on the table in front.
He didn’t find any information about the hoowner here, not even photos, obviously a bachelor lived on this second floor.
"Thanks, a bit offended."
He shook his head, and right then, a man’s voice ca from downstairs.
"Boss? Boss, are you here? Give a pack of cigarettes!"
Upon hearing the full-breath male voice, it seed Mr. Pillay’s grocery store was getting business. Tang Ye walked down the stairs to check, it was a strong, towering man, at least 1.8 ters tall.
Just as Tang Ye saw him clearly, the man also noticed him.
"Boss, hurry up, I’m in a rush." The man shouted directly. Tang Ye squinted slightly, walked down the stairs, pretended to be casual, approached the counter, and asked, "What kind of cigarette?" While speaking, he glanced at the cigarette cabinet below, indeed selling cigarettes, but many of which he wasn’t familiar with the brands.
"Liqun."
"Huh?"
First, he froze for a mont, almost laughing out loud, that funny Zombie King tossed him abroad, and even managed to get this type of cigarette here.
...However, honestly, he didn’t know whether White Liqun was sold abroad before the Apocalypse.
He rummaged around the cigarette cabinet, quickly found White Liqun, took it out and handed it to the man.
"Is this it?"
"Yes."
The strong man nodded, took out two coins from his wallet, and handed them to Tang Ye, saying, "No need for change."
Tang Ye didn’t say a word but took the coins to have a look; he didn’t know where this currency was used either, with denominations of fifty, and he didn’t say anything, silently accepting it. Judging by the looks of it, the man in front was quite familiar with the price of Liqun here.
Having just received the cigarette, the man eagerly opened it, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, quickly lit it, and was about to leave, when Tang Ye called out to him.
"Hey, wait a minute."
"What?" The man turned around in confusion, unable to fathom why this man was calling him.
"Have you seen before?"
"Huh? What do you an?"
"I an, have you seen before?"
Tang Ye’s strange question left the man puzzled, with a question mark almost carved onto his face, finally scratching his head in confusion.
"Are you... insane? I’m here every day, of course, I’ve seen you."
"Here every day... Then I’m the boss here?"
"Who else would be the boss if you’re not?"
"Uh... Okay, sorry."
"Did you hit your head sowhere and lose your mory? Listen to , hurry up and get to a hospital."
"No, I’m fine. Sorry to bother you." Tang Ye smiled as he spoke to the man, and the man cast him a dubious glance without further entanglent, heading straight for the door, muttering, "Must be crazy," as he opened it.
Tang Ye didn’t pay attention to the man’s words; he studied the man’s attire, wearing work pants that practically dragged on the ground, with a denim vest on top and a gray worker’s uniform underneath, looking quite modern, and not soone from the upper class.
There was nothing around to confirm what ti it was now, but it was clear, Tang Ye was now the owner of this store, Mr. Pillay!
Glancing around the store’s goods, it was indeed a grocery store, selling all kinds of stuff, snacks and cigarettes were sold at the front of the store, while shelves on the side held everyday items, such as soaps of unknown brands, towels, with piles of wooden tubs stacked in the corner, and walking deeper inside, the shelves were lined with books, neatly arranged, though Tang Ye doubted anyone would co to this grocery store to buy books.
Shaking his shoulders, Tang Ye didn’t feel any kind of ntal restriction; the overall feeling was very real with tangible surroundings, nothing like an illusion. Sitting in the chair behind the counter, Tang Ye pondered that he had been pulled into an illusion by the Nightmare Zombie King again, the task now was to find a way out, but one thing to note was that everything in front of him seed to be hastily constructed by the opponent to deal with him, with many incomprehensible aspects. Outside, passersby, whether Asians, Blacks, or White people, all spoke fluent Chinese, bringing a very odd feeling to Tang Ye.
He wondered whether he should use brute force to demolish the place, unwilling to solve a set of puzzle gas created by Dairya?
But just as this thought flashed through his mind, he thought of soone else.
"Where’s Lu Xiaojie? She should have co in together, right?"
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