"Are you awake? Mr. Carolne Van Ning? If you are still in good spirits, please get up first."

A very close voice interrupted his thoughts.

This is the Hofman language, the official language of the Theoline Empire, and the language spoken by the Hofman people with the largest population proportion.

Fan Ning stood up and sat on the edge of the hard bed.

A small room with four gray walls and two mahogany tables.

The pale light of the carbonized lamp hit the only pen, paper and a vertically patterned glass on the table.

The water in the cup reflected a cold light.

Sitting across from them were two policemen, tall and tall in their uniforms and with serious faces.

One of them unscrewed the cap of the pen and said: "Let me introduce myself, Newman Ellens, senior police inspector of the Ufranser Police Department, responsible for the security work in the Neleniya neighborhood."

"I slept all night? Also, are you going to question me?"

Fan Ning, who had just traveled through time, was slightly panicked.

He is neither sure whether the human silhouette on the stage is a prank or an abnormal death of a living person, nor is he sure whether he is an innocent party or the instigator?

Calm down, at least judging from the original owner’s relatively complete memory, he did not do this by himself, and there is no need to hide anything. Let’s answer truthfully first.

Fan Ning composed himself: "Okay, Officer Ellens."

The police officer took out an item from the drawer and placed it on the table: "Explain first, what is this?"

Fan Ning looked at his brand-new touch-screen phone and checked again the original owner's memory of the world.

Then my forehead and vest started to sweat.

In this Victorian-era steam industry world, it's not very easy for me to explain it to you, you know?

Do you believe me when I say this is the latest flashlight from Empire?
Chapter completed!