When Linden walked out of the clinic, the night sky had already lit up with a hazy fish belly white.

The early morning in Loft City is often the most beautiful,

because,

This means the residents survived another night.

Lyndon stood outside the clinic door, stretching comfortably.

In this world, his schedule has long been reversed, and daytime is basically his rest time.

all of these,

All thanks to the late-night crisis.

But think on the bright side, maybe after tonight, everything can be solved.

Lyndon very much hopes that the Night Watch organization can bring him substantial help.

As long as the price you pay is not too serious, you can say anything.

Thinking of this, he tapped his head with the umbrella handle to clear his mind.

We are far from being able to relax,

after all--

"The premise is that you have to survive to the end."

He read this sentence silently again.

Antar's last warning still echoes clearly in Linden's mind.

Linden stretched out his hand to greet the rickshaw driver living on the street.

The night had just passed, and the coachman went out early to work.

The livelihood of ordinary residents in Loft City is no easier than in the other world.

"Sir, where are you going so early? I'm just getting ready to get out of the car!"

The coachman asked after seeing Linden sit firmly on the seat, wiping his face with the towel hanging around his neck.

“East Street Old Wharf.”

After these words came out of Linden's mouth, the driver's movements froze.

He rubbed his rough hands together and asked with a smile:

"Sir, are you from out of town?"

"Why do you say that?"

Hearing the familiar question again, Linden raised his brows with interest and leaned on the back of his seat to ask.

"The old pier has been abandoned for a long time...it's not very suitable for people to go there!

Among locals, even children know about this."

"Tell me why."

"That was a big deal! A few years ago, dozens of dock workers were possessed at once!

Later it was found out that it was because they collectively violated the "Vigil Regulations" and were still working at the port in the middle of the night... There was a large open space without houses. If they stayed out for so long, wouldn't they be courting death?

After the accident, the night watchmen closed the old pier and guarded it, so that residents of Loft could not break in without permission.

Oh, by the way, sir, if you came out so early, wouldn’t it be against the regulations?”

No wonder the man who called himself Antar told himself that the prerequisite for contact with the night watchman was to reach the port alive.

It turns out to be a dangerous place!

What kind of new test is this?

Combined with Qijiana's experience, it is difficult for Linden not to further doubt the position of the Night Watch organization.

"Okay, I know."

Lyndon nodded,

"lets go!"

"Ah?" The coachman suddenly raised his head and stared at him in disbelief.

"Any questions?"

"That's where..."

"I know."

Lyndon gestured for him to be quiet,

"Why do you think I am still on the street at this time?"

"Ah? Aren't you a stranger?"

"Why do you think I still have to go there even though I know there are problems with the old pier?"

"this……"

Linden frowned, put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and said seriously in an almost commanding tone:

"Tell me your answer."

The driver's face was lost in thought. After a while, he suddenly showed a look of realization:

"Oh! So you are..."

"Then let's go!"

Linden leaned back in his seat, folded his arms around his chest, and seemed to not want to answer anymore, and began to close his eyes and rest.

"Okay sir, I'll leave now."

The driver did not consider the unreasonableness and raised the front bar of the vehicle.

This shouldn't be a lie, right?

after all,

I didn't admit it either.

Linden used the identity of the fake Night Watchman with peace of mind. Even if the Night Watch organization wanted to pursue it in the future, it would have to wait until after tonight.

As Antar said, whether it can survive in the old East Street Pier is still a big question.

A cold gust of wind blew across his face, and Linden subconsciously shrank his neck into his windbreaker.

After a whole day without sleep, his body was telling him:

"You are already very tired, you should really want to rest!"

But the brain is saying:

"No, you don't want to."

For Lyndon, not sleeping during the day is enough to be called "all nighter".

Resting against the car seat is a valuable save point in a tight schedule.

In order to cope with what might happen at night, he had to seize every opportunity to relieve fatigue.

It seems that the experience of taking a break from the dangerous daily life is not bad?

It feels a bit like the joy of fishing at work before time travel.

Many thoughts were running through his mind, including some plans for tonight.

It wasn't until Linden smelled a distinct smell of salty sea breeze that he opened his eyes in time.

Surrounded by fairly empty streets, no residents could be seen moving around.

Not far away, you can vaguely see the old wharf composed of dilapidated buildings.

Lyndon asked: "Are we here yet?"

"Yes sir, two kilometers further is the old pier."

The driver stopped the rickshaw and turned to look at him.

"I can only send you here. Sir, you need to come down and walk to the old pier by yourself."

"There is still someone in your car. I will take care of it today. You can leave before sunset!"

"But……"

"I'll pay you one day's salary in advance."

Lyndon took out a wallet from his windbreaker pocket, took out two silver coins, and handed them to the coachman.

The driver took the silver coin without hesitation:

"No problem, dear sir."

If you want to say that the original owner of the body left something most precious...

Lyndon would answer without hesitation, it was his wealth.

As an outsider, the original owner was able to easily rent a house that was not too small and left a considerable balance.

It can be said,

The reason why Linden can quickly adapt to life in Loft City is closely related to his wealth level.

Two silver coins can probably support the coachman and his family for half a month.

"Remember to call me before sunset."

…

After resting throughout the day, Linden felt that his energy was almost restored.

Without sufficient energy, you cannot use the Black Dream Space.

That's why he rested on the rickshaw.

Now facing the spirit body, the black dream space is his only means of check and balance.

The longer the black dream space can be maintained, the stronger the confidence will be.

You can’t count on Jana in your bag, right?

This little girl,

He himself is still an unstable factor.

Linden was holding a bag in one hand and holding the kerosene lamp he had received from the coachman in the other, and stood in front of the red warehouse door that Antar mentioned.

The red paint can't hide the rust of the iron sheet. As the driver said, no one has taken care of the old dock on East Street for a while.

Abandoned industrial materials are scattered all over the dock, mixed with clumps of grass, highlighting the desolation of the land.

Like the rest of Loft City, the Old Pier is unlit at night.

In the boundless darkness, only the kerosene lamp in his hand was emitting light.

as well as,

On the top of a tower not far away, searchlights were still shining toward the ocean.

Although it is unknown who still maintains the tower and what significance this searchlight has for the abandoned dock.

He adjusted his mind, temporarily placed the kerosene lamp on the ground, and held his strength to push open the warehouse door.

Suddenly,
Chapter completed!