Chen Ke climbed out of the coffin and suddenly felt as if someone was watching him.
He looked to the left and saw a middle-aged woman in a blue cloth dress standing a few meters away on a small path, her face deathly pale, staring at Chen Ke without daring to breathe.
"Ma'am... forgive me for asking, where am I?" Chen Ke inquired.
The lady didn't speak, seemingly scared stiff, she was trembling and could not move an inch.
Chen Ke sighed, straightened out his coat still stained with mud and blood, and ran into the midnight fog.
The streets of Langdon City were empty and quiet at midnight, with blue-clad law enforcement officers carrying kerosene lamps patrolling.
In the 19th century, many major cities had curfew rules; it was illegal to go out alone at night.
Chen Ke avoided the light of the kerosene lamps and wove his way through the unfamiliar buildings, stopping behind a dark corner of a wall to listen to a few law enforcement officers conversing.
