As it turns out, although the word psychological suggestion seems a bit high-end, as long as you work hard, you can actually practice it in one afternoon and one night.

Of course, there should be some reasons why this thing is controllable in itself.

Kitahara and Feng looked at the crowd on the street, rubbed the first knuckle of the index finger three times, and successfully saw the light spots of light, large or small in the crowd.

"Yeah, perfect."

Seeing this scene, Mr. Time Traveler nodded with satisfaction, repeated the above actions and closed his vision again.

More importantly, perhaps because he was familiar with the superpowers, just like instinct, he gradually understood the "essence" of his ability:

What he saw was not superpowers, but rather something closer to the essence, similar to the existence of "soul" in people's mouths.

It’s just that because of the special nature of this world, most of the humans whose souls are particularly shining are superpowers.

In a sense, the soul of ordinary people also exists in his field of vision, but those colorless and transparent existences are really easy to be ignored - especially when there are high-power light balls around them.

Those who exud the hazy light are more like people with the "potential to become a psychic" than those of the superpowers, but they seem to be one step away from the final transformation.

Kitahara and Feng thought curiously: If he met Atsushi, who was still in the orphanage, would the other party be in this state?

——There are already "desire" and special "essence" that have enough supernatural powers to form, but they have not been stimulated and excavated yet, and they can only wait for an opportunity for a long time.

The final outcome is nothing more than this "desire" and "essence" gradually being worn out by society, or under certain conditions, breaking through the constraints, completing the final leap, and becoming a supernatural power.

Usually, these lights that represent everyone's essence are bound in the soul, but if the other party uses superpowers (or encounters something other special), they will break free from the constraints and explode around.

——Scenes like the aurora he saw at the airport last time were likely to be the result of the group of people activate their supernatural powers.

Although... not everyone can create such a big battle.

But then again, what do these people want to use superpowers?

Kitahara and Feng touched their chin and thought of the Russian news report they had just seen in the morning. In general, Japanese diplomats came to Russia, and the two sides met with friendly meetings and held negotiations on the xx issue.

Although the diplomats did not mention Yasunari Kawabata, if you say that it has nothing to do with this guy, he will be the first to not believe it, okay?

Sure enough, Japan actually sent two diplomatic teams to a more reliable one. Ordinary diplomatic missions took the open path, while superpowered missions took the secret path... No wonder they didn't take the special plane directly.

However, since the news is still using "friendly meetings", the aurora is probably at most "exercising mutual abilities to show friendship", and there is nothing to worry about.

Kitahara and Feng yawned, thinking lazily:

And what he should be most concerned about now is clearly where to go to Moscow this morning - for example, the Bachrushen Drama Museum? He really wants to see what dramas are in the drama museums in this world.

But when it comes to Bachrushen... I can't help but think of the glorious history of the three dimensions he stole Gogol's skull from the New Saint Cemetery...

Well, in short, pray for the civet (head) of this world in advance jpg

But to put it this way, such as Gorky Central Cultural and Leisure Park, the National Pushkin Art Museum, the List of Tombs, the National List of Library, the List of Central Stadium, the Rebellion Square... they should not be able to see it.

——Or that being able to see these names from the map is a real supernatural event!

Thinking of this, Kitahara and Feng couldn't help but sigh, feeling that the Moscow they came to was a castrated version.

What is Moscow without the cemetery of Vladimir Ilyic Ulyanov? (Shock)

Moreover, there shouldn’t be many people buried in the New Saint Cemetery here.

Yes, after all, it's already in another world.

Kitahara and Feng looked at the streets of Moscow where Canxue had not completely subsided, sniffed into their palms, and then laughed easily: "But it's not that bad? Maybe you can see a lot of interesting things."

After all, every place has its unique and beautiful civilization.

What's more, his hometown is an irreplaceable and unreplicable place - he should be proud of it.

Moreover, traveling is not about checking in at famous places. The streets and alleys are simple and ordinary people, and this is where you can see the true appearance of the city. It is the human beings living day and night here that construct the core of a city.

Those noisy things flowing in the blood of a nation and a civilization...even if they change to a world, these emotions are still shared by mankind.

The young traveler stretched lazily and tied the scarf back to his neck. The orange-gold eyes were filled with a bright and pleasant smile:

"Ha, in short, just go outside and take a walk around. Maybe you can see any interesting and special surprises?"

Then follow the food guide to find special dishes on the streets and alleys of Moscow. I believe that in this regard, the two worlds should not be much different.

The streets of Russia are still filled with the cold air that has caused the misfortune of foreigners. These are stubborn legacies of winter. Even with the warm sunshine, these guys are still stubbornly unwilling to move.

"It seems like I've vowed to catch more unlucky people."

The unfortunate guy who was unfortunately caught - Kitahara and Feng shivered by the air conditioner on the street in the early morning. They tried to shrink their heads into the scarf and complained in a low voice.

"It is normal for foreigners to not adapt to the Russian climate." The woman who was squatting by the oven and watching the heat could not help laughing when she heard this, "But when the food enters the stomach, the whole person will be warm. The Russian winter has long passed!"

"Yeah." Kitahara and Feng took a deep breath of the aroma of barbecue floating out of the oven, feeling that their whole heart was healed, "So when will it be good?"

"Just now, wait for another five minutes!" The woman slapped the cigarette twice and said with certainty.

Oh, then wait for another five minutes. Kitahara and Feng slightly straightened their warm earmuffs and windproof hood, put their hands into their sleeves, and turned their heads to look at the scenery in the alley.

It is actually nothing to say that it is a scenery, it is nothing but a list of several small houses that look a little old. The melting snow water occupies half of the road on its own, lying gracefully on the road like a lazy and willful woman, looking like she can lie until the end of time.

On the side, there was a tree with no leaves visible, and a round white-eyed singing whisper jumping on the branches, staring at you with a pair of black eyes, feeling like a stupid bird that was not very smart.

"After that, how did you find my store?" The woman wiped the dust on her hands and started chatting again. "I can't compare to a big hotel here. However, outsiders rarely know that I'm doing a good job of barbecue here."

No, don't be modest. Just based on this taste, I feel that the barbecue I had in my previous life was useless.

Kitahara and Feng complained silently in their hearts, and then answered seriously: "It was specially introduced to me by the driver who took me to the hotel before."

"That's it." The other party looked a little clear, and reached out to put the kebab weighing a pound on the oven and flipped it over a few seconds. "Then you are really lucky, and only the locals are most familiar with the food here. By the way, remember to pour on what sauce you want to pour on yourself."

"Understand-" Kitano and Feng rubbed their frozen hands, quietly leaned over the hot oven, chatting casually, "Is the business not so good today? I feel like no one has come for a long time."

He sniffed the fragrance in the air again, a little regretful: "It obviously tastes very good."

"After all, the war has just ended, and it's normal for everyone to have a depressed life."

The woman smiled openly, turned around and took out the meat she had pickled before and put it into another jar: "And no one comes to eat barbecue in the morning, and business comes at night. I'm already surprised that I have a guest like you."

Is this how?

Kitahara and Feng blinked, wisely did not continue to make remarks about this matter, but pointed at their watch with some embarrassment: "By the way, that... seems to have been five minutes."

"...I said why are you anxious?"

The woman took a breath helplessly, then flipped through the skewers again, and after confirming that both sides had been grilled in place, she picked up another iron stick, and stroked the large pieces of meat on the skewers into a paper bag, and added several handfuls of cumin into it.

Then she picked up a bamboo stick from the side and handed it over with the bag: "Here, this is yours."

Kitahara and Feng silently took the bag weighing at least one pound. Looking at a bunch of side dishes and sauces, they felt a little ache in their heads, so they simply chose the simplest and most rough ketchup.

"Goodbye, boss!"

"goodbye--"

The young traveler waved goodbye, held the hot barbecue in his hand, turned around and walked deeper into the alley, and couldn't wait to open the bag and taste it.

"Well, it's delicious--!"

This tender and juicy, fat but not greasy, thin but not tidy, such a soft and elastic texture, such a strong and wonderful black pepper and cumin, such sweet and delicious honey... and this whole pound of portion!

Great, is this Russian barbecue jpg

Kitahara and Feng felt that this time in their life, they only had the real barbecue. They were moved to tears.

At the same time, I became more confident in the food illustrations given to him by the kind driver.

Next stop, Russian barbecue burrito, get started!

There were more Moscow people at 7 o'clock in the morning, and the sunlight slowly moved over, pulling the shadow behind people, and pulling away most of the coldness of the morning.

The foreigner raised his head and realized that what the woman in the barbecue stall said was not wrong at all:

Indeed, it is already spring in Russia.

"Ah, the food in spring... I remember the food recommended by Mr. Driver has a box of leeks in it."

...

Barbecue burrito.

"The sour cucumber perfectly neutralizes the aroma of the meat. There is no greasy feeling in one bite. It can only feel the fresh fragrance and delicious!"

fried leek dumpling.

"Woo, it's fresh and beautiful, it's the taste of my hometown! It's delicious!"

Medovik Cake.

"The walnuts are soaked with the sweet aroma of cheese, soft and sweet, rich in layers, and it feels fragrant and crispy in one bite, which is so great!"

Red vegetable soup.

"Russian red vegetable soup with sour cream forever-"

...

"belch."

It seems that I can't eat it anymore and I feel lost.

Kitahara and Feng ate their last bite of cheese pancake, looked at the food illustrations that they had not finished, and looked at the dark sky, and pushed the rest of the food itinerary back with a little regret.
To be continued...