Black magic….

It's indeed a big news.

Charles looked at Ossido, and the latter met Charles's gaze without any weakness. He seemed very determined.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Charles nodded, "I can give you more, but first you have to let me know if what you said is true."

"I never lie!" Charles' doubts seemed to make Osido feel insulted, his voice became even louder, and even passers-by at the door looked inside through the glass.

Shire still nodded, "You are right. The fakes on your shelves are all placed on them by others to frame you. You don't know, and they have nothing to do with you..."

He straightened up and seemed to be ready to leave, "I will tell Mr. Smith, you are a thief, a liar, and soon your reputation in the city will be shattered. I will even write a report to thank you..."

Osido looked at Charle viciously, with a little struggle, and clenched his fists, and his unhappiness was exhausted from his body with a sigh.

Whether it is an antique business or an intelligence transaction, there are two things that are most afraid of. The first is to be labeled as a "scammer", and the second is that identity and behavior are completely exposed.

The former will make all his customers suspicious of him and reduce the rewards as much as possible. Only in this way can the losses be minimized if they are deceived.

The latter directly threatens his income, and there will always be some people who have been harmed by their betrayal. If these people want to recover some losses or face, revenge on intelligence dealers who sell intelligence is also an option.

"You have to make sure that if I didn't lie, you will give me at least fifty dollars..."

The extra expenses of fifty dollars were not afforded at all, but this did not prevent him from nodding quickly, "No problem, Mr. Osido, I believe in your personality, and please believe in my personality."

The two looked at each other again, and Osido leaned forward, "Saturday at 9 o'clock, the 10th warehouse in the West Suburbs!" He took the opportunity to grab Charle's neckline, "Boy, remember, you owe me fifty dollars."

Charles pinched the other person's wrist and used a little force, which made Ossido let go of his hand in pain. Charles put the ten dollars on the counter back into his pocket, "I remember, fifty dollars, Mr. Ossido."

"Grass!"

After leaving the antique shop, the insult behind him would not make Charles feel unhappy at all. He had already figured out how to tell Mr. Osido that because his insult seriously hurt his feelings, the fifty dollar debt was over.

I tightened my clothes. It was already spring, but the weather was still a little cold. With the drizzle, the wind with a hint of coldness was like eyes, and I could always crawl into the gap between my body and my clothes.

Today is Friday, tomorrow is Saturday, and there is still a whole day to prepare.

Next... Charles looked at the time, and it was still far from noon, so he decided to go to the library to see some content about black magic.

His vague memories told him that black magic is a taboo in society, and no one knows why this is happening, and it may have something to do with evil rituals.

But you have to check the relevant literature to know what it is.

Judging from his years of experience as a reporter, this news has the potential to ignite the entire city after processing!

The city library is in the middle city area, and there was one in the lower city area, but it was later closed.

From the Lower City to the Central City, it needs to be called public transportation. The giant 20-meter-long bus, after Charles found the route to the Central City according to the remaining information in his memory, he was somewhat looking forward to waiting for the first time to take the bus.

He had never taken such a huge steam locomotive. What's more interesting is that in his memory, riding such a locomotive was not expensive and he did not charge cash.

The former is understandable, but the latter is a little strange. He touched the card in his wallet and pulled it out.

This is an identity card used to indicate identity. It not only records personal information, social welfare protection, and deposits registered in a bank account, but also requires this card when using public facilities.

It looks like the size of a palm, the texture of a copper alloy, and there is a slight green copper rust on some surfaces.

The entire card has three layers, the middle layer can slide, and each layer has holes with different sizes, numbers and locations.

Just insert this card into any device with card reading capability and it can be read by the device.

This is actually very unreasonable and very unscientific, but it really exists.

Perhaps...the holes in this card are themselves a way of storage, and the size and different regions represent different numbers and relationships. As for how to associate these numbers with him... he doesn't want to know.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a huge steam snarled in his face. This was a very special and pleasant experience. After the steam dissipated, he accompanied the crowd on the bus.

"Please insert your ID card, sir..."

The lady at the door blocked Charles with a small red and white stick and guided his sight a little.

In front of the flight attendant, there was an iron steamed bun that looked like a bread machine from another world, with a gap on it.

Charles inserted his card into it, and some parts and gears were moving inside. Then a green light lit up on the card reader. The flight attendant raised the small stick while reminding him to take back the card.

For an interesting experience, he looked at the card reader a few more times and felt that he could get one home and take a look.

At this time, Charles, who had just traveled through time, still maintained a huge curiosity about the world and had the desire to explore like a child.

When there were no one to get on the bus in the station, the doors slowly closed, and the huge riding space also shocked Charles. It was a body that was about seven or eight meters wide and a length of twenty meters long. This car had an area of ​​at least 100 square meters.

Can it run by relying solely on steam?

Obviously this is a few things to worry about. A few seconds later, the bus used facts to tell Charles that it not only could run, but it was not slow, but it was also very stable, without any shaking violently!

A magical world!
Chapter completed!