Favnier has now completed the house problem. He did not give the tongue ladies more opportunities to have a family matter. He almost immediately called a car for rent and went to central London. レ♠♥♣kele
Now his problem is to build a car...Favnier spent a long time walking around the streets of London, and finally caught a fancy to a minicooper in the parking lot. The white mini car was quite new.Favnier opened the door casually - the door lock was no stronger than a piece of paper for him. After entering the car, he scratched his finger and welded the broken door lock again.
Then the guy clicked a little at the keyhole of the car, and the demonic power was slightly activated, and the ignition system was activated, and then drove away. Halfway through the car, the guy got out of the car, pulled off the original license plate, and then pulled a piece of license plate from the car parked on the side of the road and put it on, throwing the original license plate directly into the pond...
On the way back, Favniel bought a bunch of food and wine in the tesco supermarket. The credit card used to pay the bill was the unlucky guy in the car that was stuck on the roof of the car. After returning to No. 24, Ligustworthy Road, Favniel turned on the TV and ate while drinking wine. He thought to himself: "Now there is not much money on hand, and the UK in this world is just like that. It's time to do a few tickets and then take a look at it all over the world with the banknotes."
Favnier pulled out the Ruger pistol and watched the TV in a mess while playing. The sky outside had already darkened. "Interesting? Supernatural fluctuations?" Favnier's gaze penetrated the roof and looked directly at the night sky outside. An owl was flying in the night sky outside. The white owl flew quickly over the roof of No. 24 Ligustworthy Road and fell down in front of the window on the second floor of a house in front.
"Owl... is still an owl with a rolled letter on her feet. It is still a white owl with a letter... This picture is becoming more and more familiar." Favnier murmured to himself, while his eyes passed through the window and looked at the people inside.
It was a thin black-haired boy wearing a pair of old black-framed glasses, and a small lightning-shaped scar on his forehead under his messy hair.
"Harry Potter... I remember, it's Harry Potter's world." Favnier looked at the future middle-second green boy in the second floor room of the house in the distance, and said these words gently. Then his eyes were completely unobstructed to see a stick on the small table in the room, "The wand... Poor little wizard." However, Favnier was not very interested in this main character in this world for the time being. Compared to this young boy, Favnier was more interested in a future British bank.
The next day, Favnier drove to London early in the morning - he drove around the doors of various banks, checking the surrounding highways and the nearest inspection station. At noon, Favnier bought a sandwich and a large cup of coffee for lunch. While having lunch, Favnier smiled twistedly...
"This familiar soul feeling... I really meet you often. I didn't expect that you, a guy, have already drifted into this world in the void..." Favnier ate the sandwich in a few bites, stood up and walked straight to a man sitting on a bench in the distance.
The man found himself covered by a shadow. The guy raised his head and looked at the shadow. His eyes were full of doubt and jing.
"So the price of your entry into the world is to lose memory..." Favnier discovered the old friend's problem almost immediately, "This is the price for you to become a Void Traveler? I remember that I brought you out directly, so there shouldn't be such a problem? Could it be that this is the price for the indigenous people to become Void Traveler?"
What Favnier said made the man more alert. Just as he was almost shouting or running away, his eyes seemed to be dull. "I said, what is your name in this world? Is it the same name as before?" Favnier asked a question.
"Yes, my name is still Shutke Haojian. Boss." The guy's eyes changed and he answered Favnier's question respectfully.
"Did the memory not be restored, but it is naturally in harmony?" Favnier found it even more interesting, "Old friend, how long have you been in this world? By the way! You won't remember it at all! Your current memory should be an indigenous!"
The Shtekhauer suddenly became an acquaintance and old friend of Favnier. He began to talk to Favnier in a normal tone.
It turns out that this guy's memory and identity are the aborigines of this world, a lost British generation in his twenties. He did not study hard when he was a teenager. He went to the discipline office because of theft during his youth. This guy has a mania, but this problem does not occur in normal times. In normal times, this guy is an ordinary good man in the UK. However, when he wants to do some minor crimes - such as stealing a wallet or stealing a car, this problem will occur. But his luck has always been bad. Stealing a wallet will turn into robbery and then develop into injury; while stealing a car will go crazy because he cannot open the door lock for a while, turning into a car smash, and then being chased by Jingjian highway, and finally being imprisoned for attacking Jing.........
In short, Sotkehaojian is a guy who has more children in prison than outside, and is also a bad guy who is used to being caught by Jing. But none of this prevents him from thinking of becoming a great criminal.........
Favnier was also very interested in this manic disorder, "What's wrong with this? Going crazy when you need to calm down? Isn't this forcing you to be a good person? You still want to be a criminal? I really don't know what structure your brain is... But it turns out to be a rampage of magic... But this magic is very low, which means messing up your own brain at this level." Favnier looked carefully at Shuttkehaojian and said.
"Magic? Boss. Magic? Wake up, Boss! This is no longer the Middle Ages, and I am not a child either."
Favnier ignored the guy's complaints and just pulled the guy across the road and got on the car, but he was still muttering: "It's really strange? Hogwarts didn't pull this guy in..."
When he arrived at No. 24, Liverpool, Favnier threw Shuttkehaojian into the guest room, "Stay here first, we will do a ticket in a few days!" Then the guy directly launched a long-distance teleportation......Leave a natural criminal who almost popped out of his eye sockets, and his mouth was tilted and his saliva was left with nothing to say...