As the men of the 8th Legal Division began to expel the crowd from the street, Jean walked slowly, it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon, but at this time Jean felt a little uncomfortable inside, because no one was going to pursue the root cause.

But soon Jean laughed, because there was hope, and if only the root part of the problem could be solved, the food problem, the city would be better.

"It's pretty good to slowly build up 13 subjects."

Jean said, walking briskly, he could enjoy the solitude alone, but he couldn't tolerate the problem to spread, and he was going to a watch shop in the city.

Just around here, located in the southeast of the 12 ring streets, the cultural and art district, there are a lot of handicrafts, musical instruments, calligraphy and paintings, ancient books that have been transformed into virtual light and shadows, and many diversified things, all of which have been owned by human beings in various eras, there are all kinds of buildings with different styles, and a lot of different styles of clothing.

Most of them are small shops, many places still have the shadow of human civilization, and it is also a gathering place for historians, and the most fierce argument among these people is how humanity was destroyed.

Jean was looking for a watch shop, and there were still many people in the city who carried pocket watches, or watches and the like, because it was really convenient, and many people liked this kind of handmade clocks, but unfortunately the production of clocks was very low, because of the shortage of material resources.

The reason why Bright City can not fall into a shortage of materials is all thanks to one of the new substances, which is also the most widely used, X mimic matter, which can imitate the atoms of most of the world's substances, so most of the substances seen now are actually made of things called X mimic substances in the new matter after the impact of the planet, and only need to fix the composition and function template of the object, such as clothes, furniture, electrical appliances and other things, and then realize the transformation of light and shadow and physical objects through light and shadow materials.

The only thing that cannot be mimicked by this X-mimic substance is something that has life, and it does not cause any harm to people, and it can be recycled and reused countless times, and it can be collected and released freely.

These substances are also strictly regulated and controlled by Congress, so many small items that want to use these substances need qualifications and market demand to adjust quotas, and then sell them to some processors according to a certain degree of market price fluctuations.

The ground is paved with blackened stone bricks, and the street is also the most popular for men and women, making it a paradise for lovers, as well as a gathering place for artists ranging from songs and paintings to literary creations and other arts.

Outside a shop full of clocks, Jean stopped, the crisp mechanical sound of ticking and ticking beat regularly, the sound of time, every time he came to this shop, Jean would close his eyes and listen to the sound of clocks that was a little irritating for many people.

There are two kinds of clocks here, one is the product of X mimicry under light and shadow technology, which is relatively cheaper, and the other is made of real metal, which is expensive, and many rich people will put it in their homes as a handicraft.

"Sorry guests, it's out of stock recently, most of these have been booked, and many still need to be adjusted to give them to guests."

Once inside, there were clocks on both sides of the closet, and on the opposite side was a workbench, and an old man with gray hair and magnifying glasses was adjusting a pocket watch.

The old man looked small, lean, hooked nose, and sparse brownish hair, and he was the city's premier watchmaker, Harrison.

Without further ado, Gene didn't want to interrupt Harrison's work, but looked around to find a place to sit down and light a cigarette.

After a while, Harrison, the old man who was busy adjusting his pocket watch, wrinkled his nose, put down his pocket watch a little angrily, and took off his magnifying glasses, but soon Harrison showed a hearty smile.

"Earlier, Jean, why did you have time to come to me?"

Without further ado, Jean pulled out a crystal key from his bosom, which had been given to him at the end of the day, and Harrison immediately became interested, for he did not know what the key was made of.

"Be careful."

After Harrison took it, he immediately felt that such a small key, it was so heavy, he observed it for a while, and then shook his head, but touched the edge of the key with his hand, this key has more protrusions on the edge, and the design looks very fine.

"It should be a more complicated key, and the specific things have to be investigated to know, Jean has really had frequent disasters in the city recently, obviously with you, why did things break out?"

Jean smiled and shook his head.

"There are various reasons, Harrison, you take a picture of the key and check it out for me."

Harrison took out his light and shadow phone, adjusted it to precise shooting, and put the key on the workbench, and after shooting for a while, Harrison returned the key to Jean.

"I really haven't seen the material, Jean, I'll contact you when I find out."

Jean got up to leave, and Harrison laughed.

"Jean, it's my 120th birthday next month, and I hope you can come over and have a drink."

Jean walked to the door of the shop, tilting his head and smiling.

"If there's good wine."

As a habitual thief who was in the limelight in the city many years ago, Harrison's hands are very skilled, I don't know how many doors have been opened, how many keys have been seen, these experiences will not accompany him to grow old and rusty, he also takes care of the work of unlocking, although most of the doors are now electronic locks plus identity verification, but once there is a problem with the circuit equipment inside, the door can not be opened, and if it is forcibly broken, the repair cost will be a large sum.

As soon as he walked out of the shop, Jean heard the sound of an accordion, and many people were watching, some clapping, a clown dressed man playing the accordion, with a trumpet on his mouth, and a cheerful pre-tune for the passers-by to stop, and his wallet on the shelf next to him, and some people would walk over from time to time and give a few cents.

There were many people who made a living on the street by a little music or other skills, and Jean walked slowly, took out his wallet, gave five dollars, and left, and the accordion-playing clown behind him blew the horn, playing even more merrily.

It's not bad to take a stroll around this street once in a while, the streets of this place are not like other places, only five or six meters wide, and they are the most lively when the lights are on.

"Wait for Harrison's birthday and bring that girl over to play."

Jean quickened his pace, the only way to go back here was to go through the tall building, after all, he had promised to invite Le Xiao to dinner tonight, which was a celebration of her induction.