This aura is deadly

Even when Diana Henwick was there, Chen Ke was not idle in Longton.

After the sun rises, Longton City enters a busy state. Standing on the roof of the British Library, you can see the roads extending in all directions, with pedestrians and carriages coming in an endless stream. The dense crowds are like whole teams of worker ants. squirming.

This was a peaceful era before the two world wars of mankind. In terms of the history of this world, by 1910, it was time for all countries to face up to psychic energy and establish administrative authorities. But change does not happen overnight, but is accumulated over a long period of time. Ingram is leading the wave of steam and machinery. Other countries may want to use spiritual energy to overtake them in corners, right?

Weird things are happening in this country, and Queen Victoria is not sitting idly by. The secret keepers are handling these things secretly, so that the common people can live in bliss without knowing it.

However, the big factory owners and the bourgeoisie, who are the lifeblood of Ingram's economy, must also know these things. When a country is in trouble, the first ones to run away must be the capitalists who want to make a lot of money in a country. , we must have a good relationship with the government. These rich men will definitely get all the confidential information in the world through different channels as quickly as possible.

Jacob had no idea what happened to little Jack. All he could do was stay next to Jack to prevent him from doing stupid things.

"You should talk to Sean. I think he must know something about these symbols... and... about the women on the street with disgusting fetuses." Jacob suggested.

"Sean...that factory owner who played wife-swapping? Is he still alive?" Chen Ke was a little surprised.

"Of course he is alive...and alive and well. I even wonder if these women on the street are his evil offspring. Who knows what cursed his sperm." Jacob said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Little Jack shook his head and said, "That man rarely goes out now. Maybe he has to be waited on when he poops. I'm afraid even speaking will be a problem."

Chen Ke remained silent. In 1859, Chen Ke and Jacob had dealt with him. He was much older than Jacob at that time, and judging from his appearance, he was in his 40s.

Based on the health conditions and medical standards of Longtown in the 19th century, and also taking into account the impact of psychic energy on people in this world, Sean would have to be 70 years old at the youngest.

"Why didn't you have this plan before?" Chen Ke asked.

"The relationship between the thieves and the capitalists is not good...and, didn't I see you coming?" Jacob laughed.

"Fake... I don't have a good relationship with him. Have you forgotten? In 1859, I broke into his house with you..." Chen Ke said.

"Remember me, but look at you, 29 years have passed and you are still so young. I think just because of this, he is willing to see you again." Jacob said.

"I don't doubt this...but whether he will be willing to answer my questions because of this is another matter. And I don't want to be pestered by a big capitalist for the elixir of life." Chen Ke spread his hands.

Seeing a person whom you met more than 20 years ago reappear in front of you with an almost unchanged appearance, anyone would subconsciously think of "immortality", right?

The richer you are, the more you want to live longer and take practical actions. In Chen Ke’s previous world, there were too many wealthy businessmen in their 90s. They looked energetic and did not look like 70-year-olds. Their huge funds could allow them to The quality of life is maintained at a level that ordinary people cannot imagine.

But the same cannot be said for ordinary people. Although everyone wants to live longer, however, ordinary people have to work hard, sell their labor and intelligence, cannot live a regular life every day, and have to eat junk food and gutter oil. , over time, the body has been devastated and riddled with holes. Not to mention 90 years old, many people are in their 40s and early 50s. They start to breathe when they go to the third floor of a small building... and then they get cancer. This is the fate of their lives.

When wealthy people reach their twilight years, they will start to set up various medical funds and invest in various medical research projects. In fact, in most cases, the money is wasted. The temporary mentality of the rich is impossible to promote mankind. The development of life-span engineering, but this does not prevent the aging wealthy people from constantly spending money to find ways to extend their lives. It feels like Qin Shihuang asking for the elixir of immortality.

"I will try. I hope he knows what is happening on the street and the meaning of this symbol." Chen Ke said.

He glanced at Little Jack and found that there was a worried look in Fang's eyes, as if he didn't want Chen Ke and the others to figure out the ins and outs of the matter.

This also made Chen Ke believe in his judgment even more. What happened to Jack did not seem like some kind of chance coincidence, but more like something he asked for.

This is the dawn of extraordinary times, and there is no shortage of lunatics and speculators who spy on strange powers.

Chen Ke opened the window and left the library. Little Jack, don't be blinded by the power. All sudden gifts will definitely make the snoop pay the price. This aura can be fatal.

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Sean's mansion was not far ahead. Chen Ke walked to the door generously and greeted the doorman.

"You! What are you doing? Back away! This is private property!" The guard said warily when he saw Chen Ke approaching.

"Tell Mr. Sean that an old friend from 29 years ago asked him about something." Chen Ke said.

"Huh... there are many people who want to get close to Mr. Sean, but I have never seen you so stupid, 29 years ago? How old are you this year?" the guard said, laughed, and looked at his companions.

"Tell him that Chen Ke came to see him. I think he will remember this name." Chen Ke said.

"Chen Ke? What kind of strange name is this? I don't have time to chat with you, leave now! Otherwise we will make you suffer a little bit," the guard said.

Chen Ke looked at the guard's companion, and released a trace of murderous intent that penetrated into the other person's brain. The other person trembled, suddenly covered his heart, looked at Chen Ke timidly, and spit out foam after vomiting.

"Hendry?" The guard noticed his companion's strange behavior and put his hand on the holster of his revolver.

"Tell your master, if you don't want to see me, I will kill everyone in this house and go quickly." Chen Kedao.

The guard stepped back nervously, quickly opened the door and ran towards the inside of the mansion.

"Master...master!"

In the corridor, there was the sound of panicked running.

Sean, who had white hair and was wearing a pink bathrobe, was sitting in his study room reading Dickens novels. The panic and noisy shouts of his subordinates made him upset.

"Master!" The guard opened the study door.

"What's going on?" Sean asked.

"Someone wants to see you..." the guard trembled.

"I told you, I won't see anyone." Sean said calmly, turning the page of the book.

"He said his name is Chen Ke..." the guard replied.

Sean stopped his movements and slowly raised his head.