Chapter 40: Only My Unique Method Chapter 40: Straight to Paris

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

This is the "Second Stage Activation"! Chen Yi gazed intently ahead, and what met his eyes was still a seemingly normal carriage, with three automatic sliding doors on each side, just like the first carriage. Beside each door were a few seats, clean and tidy, glowing with a blue light.

The subway was silent and soundless, yet showed not the slightest tendency to stop, and Chen Yi didn't bother thinking about anything else, tentatively taking a step forward; there was no obstruction, so he simply swung his legs and walked straight in.

A distance of at most 20 meters, and he reached the end of the second carriage; there was still the same subway door, and the same car windows displayed gorgeous, multicolored light.

Chen Yi looked around in a circle, only feeling that the outermost small door was slightly different, and couldn't help but walk over to it.

Similar to a normal subway, the small door was about 2 meters wide, its upper half translucent glass, now emitting a faint yellow light; when he pressed his finger against it, it first flashed twice, then surprisingly displayed a world map.

World map?

Chen Yi racked his brain, but never expected this kind of situation.

Today's events were truly bizarre to the point of being incomprehensible.

However, no matter how bizarre, could it surpass the Magic World?

Chen Yi thought about it and couldn't help laughing; he randomly tapped on the world map, and saw it naturally expand, revealing dots representing countries, their positions and sizes no different from what he had seen days ago.

He then tapped the upper-left portion of the map, saw Western Europe's France, and immediately pressed down on the red dot marking Paris.

In that instant, the subway suddenly accelerated, then rapidly decelerated.

The effect of inertia made Chen Yi unable to stand steady; by the time he returned to his original position, the small door before him had turned transparent...

Looking out, bright sunlight, vine-covered small buildings full of classical atmosphere, European-style newsstands brimming with modern culture, and a spacious square lay before his eyes. A brownish iron tower, grand and magnificent, gave one a sense of looking up in awe even from kilometers away.

This is... Paris!

Within the few seconds of choosing, he had actually arrived in Paris, France.

What on earth is this thing made of?

Chen Yi's brows and eyes knitted together, observing the city outside the light curtain and the subway inside the light curtain.

Ultimately, it was Paris that snatched away all his attention.

What an ambiguous city!

Those men and women who want to become one but fail, those women and women who want to become one but fail, those men and men who want to become one but fail, those men and men and women and women who want to become one body...

A fresh, chaotic breath rushed at his face, continuously influencing normal humans from all over the world.

Chen Yi watched them and them, overwhelmed, and the first thing that popped into his head were countless associations. Under the Arc de Triomphe, the mistress returning in triumph; under the Eiffel Tower, the lover topped by the iron tower; on the broad avenue, the uneven human bodies...

Paris, as if it were Earth's armpit, forever smelling of excess hormones. Here it seems forever wrapped in inflatable rubber and eco-friendly fabrics; men always pant because of one bar, and hold their breath because of two bars.

With a heart full of amazement, Chen Yi straightened his arms and walked forward.

His arm passed through that thin light curtain in an instant.

His face immediately revealed a smile of mixed surprise and delight; without the slightest hesitation he walked out of the light curtain, turned back to look, and saw an old-fashioned red phone booth. Chen Yi only noted the location, and did not attempt to re-enter.

Outside the door, facing the broad pedestrian boulevard, there were beautiful long skirts and even more beautiful short skirts fluttering, beautiful bodies wrapped in beautiful fabrics and beautiful bodies not wrapped in fabrics exercising, sun-like faces or sun-like chests swaying. Warm wind gently blew over everyone's shoulders, spines, and buttocks, then lingered unwilling to leave.

Magical subway, magical exotic atmosphere.

Chen Yi didn't go to admire the scenery; he quickly walked to the newsstand ahead, casually picked up a newspaper, and looked at the date in the upper corner — no change.

He took a long deep breath; aside from the time difference change from evening to afternoon, the date had not changed.

Then, he regretfully exhaled a breath, for the same reason.

It seems the subway's second stage can take one to another corner of the world. Chen Yi slowly put down the newspaper, thinking as he walked forward. He walked very slowly, like a genuine tourist.

Perhaps because it was a tourist hotspot, the closer to the iron tower, the more people of different races and ethnicities there were, but in dress and appearance, without exception they trended toward mainstream world culture, that is, the aesthetic of white Europeans.

A tour bus gently pulled up to the roadside; the guide standing on top shouted in 70% fluent English mixed with 30% fluent Chinese: "Full Paris tour, only 35 euros, want to go?"

Chen Yi smiled and shook his head.

The other party didn't press, and continued on to the next target.

Chen Yi walked on his own for a kilometer, then saw a French police officer on duty, thought of how in movies people are often checked for ID, so he turned back.

Somewhat unwilling to just go back like this, he hailed a taxi, then took out his credit card, and asked in 40% fluent English: "With this, can I get to the nearest mall?"

The driver, seeing the VISA card, was very enthusiastic, jabbering in a high pitch, then drove for a quarter of an hour, arriving at a place that was clearly a tourist shop.

Chen Yi neatly swiped his card and got out, then charged in holding the card.

Facts prove that wherever material exchange exists, the general equivalent will inevitably possess super-strong purchasing power.

Even if it's too small to substitute for toilet paper.

Considering portability, Chen Yi selected two bottles of supposedly famous red wine, and a whole wooden crate of perfume, including the famous Chanel No. 5, Era Style, Poetry, as well as very cheap synthetic perfumes.

The maximum purchase volume in the shortest time made the middle-aged French man who spoke muddled Cantonese extremely excited; he said: "Mr. Chen c, great Mr. Chen, I'll leave you my business card, my name is Raymond, Raymond. Once you have any need, any need at all, in France, you can find me, Raymond is a salesman, sales, understand? Oh, I can also help you with tax refund, if you have a travel passport."

"Of course, of course." Chen Yi pretended not to understand his later words, and shouted again: "Call me a car, one that can go to the Eiffel Tower, tower, one that takes cards."

He spoke and gestured to achieve his goal. Thanks to Raymond's strong comprehension, he could understand those irregular hand signs.

When he returned to the phone booth, it was nearly two hours later; when Chen Yi opened that old red door, he was very worried he would see a telephone.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

Person, boxes, and a whole crate of French specialties all appeared inside the subway. The shiny seats and clean floor were right before his eyes, as if nothing had changed at all.

The subway continued to operate.

Chen Yi walked with some maladjustment, occasionally pressing twice on the windows glowing with yellow light. But now no world map popped out; instead, on the door that could previously reach France directly, a line of small text appeared: Lack of Satisfaction Transaction.

And pressing at the other five doors, besides the same prompt, there was an additional line: Lack of Complete Genes.

It seems these are all control conditions.