Chapter 1 Foreign Psychiatric Patients

  Although the south is much warmer than the north, December is after all the coldest month of the year. Li Mingfeng's thin clothes were no match for the chill in the air this season.

  "Achoo! What the heck is this place?" Li Mingfeng pulled out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped his nose. If the team leader saw him with a runny nose, it would ruin his image, and next time he'd be out of luck for an outside assignment.

  Li Mingfeng is a special-grade tour guide at the National Museum, who must always pay attention to his image. Now that China has expanded its cultural exchanges with countries around the world, some artifacts are often sent abroad for exhibitions, and Li Mingfeng, who is fluent in English and French, also often gets opportunities for free global travel.

  This time, to welcome the 2008 Olympics and embody the spirit of China's "Humanistic Olympics", the state specially selected a batch of cultural relics for a global tour exhibition, with Hong Kong, known as the "Oriental Pearl", being the first stop. During the routine inspection before the opening of the exhibition hall, Li Mingfeng discovered that a Qing dynasty relic emitted a faint glow, and based on his experience, he determined that it was not the lighting effect of the exhibition hall. Just as Li Mingfeng was about to report to the team leader and request an inspection, the relic suddenly burst out with a dazzling light.

  When he opened his eyes again, he was already outside this desolate and cold wilderness.

  Lampard was unlucky today, as he lost a bet and had to go buy "life" supplies from the local "natives". Those oriental natives were so ignorant that they would run away with their tails between their legs whenever they saw a noble British Empire warrior, just like they would if they saw a devil. There was no possibility of any communication whatsoever.

  It's really unimaginable what kind of punishment I would receive if I couldn't complete these guys' tasks and went back.

  Just as Lampard was complaining about the ignorance of the natives and the baseness of his comrades, a man approached him from afar.

  Black hair, black eyes, although he didn't have that ridiculous ponytail, Lampard could still tell at a glance that this was a pure-blooded Oriental.

  What is he wearing?

  My god! Am I seeing things? The indigenous people of the East are actually wearing a jacket? And on the bottom, they're wearing... Western-style trousers!

  Lanpad stared blankly at Li Mingfeng as he walked over, while Li Mingfeng was equally astonished by the foreigner's attire - a red military uniform and white helmet, which anyone who had seen movies would instantly recognize as 19th-century British military dress.

  Are you filming a movie? The Hong Kong film industry is indeed well-developed, and it's easy to stumble upon a film crew. Li Mingfeng naturally found the best explanation for Lan Pard's strange attire.

  "Excuse me, sir, could you tell me where I can hail a taxi? Unfortunately, I seem to have gotten lost." A fluent English sentence came out of Li Mingfeng's mouth.

  Although the foreigner in front of him was dressed strangely and had an exaggerated expression, Li Mingfeng felt extremely lucky to see a living person at this moment. If he didn't find a room to warm up within a few hours, he would definitely get sick from the cold.

  Lan Pao looked at Li Mingfeng with a gaze that measured him like a strange creature, his voice filled with an incredulous tone as he asked: "You're speaking English?"

  "Really? Can't you understand, sir?" Li Mingfeng felt that the foreigner's English was very standard, he should be British or American, how could he not understand his own question, could it be that he only knew this one sentence of standard English?

  Thinking of this, Li Mingfeng changed to French and said to him: "Can you understand French?"

  Lanpad nearly fainted when he heard Li Mingfeng's question, although he didn't understand French. However, the camp of those little French brats was right next to the Imperial Camp, and Lanpad could hear French every day, so he naturally recognized that Li Mingfeng was speaking French at once.

  "Please speak in English, I am a British."

  "Excuse me, sir," Li Mingfeng repeated his question, "I'm lost and I'd like to know where I can hail a taxi."

  "Oh, you're looking for a carriage? There aren't any around here. Those villages of the Qing people are too backward and don't have carriages for you to ride in." Lamped thought he should show sufficient respect to this Easterner who was dressed in high-ranking attire. Judging from his clothes, this Easterner's garments were definitely only wearable by nobles, even in the West; if it were in Qing, someone who could wear such clothes would be of a terrifying status.

  "Carriage? Qing Dynasty?"

  Li Mingfeng was confused by Lampard's words, looked at Lampard's clothes in confusion, and then looked at the shotgun behind his back, suddenly realizing - he was a mentally ill person!

  What a freak, I don't know which god I offended today. First, I inexplicably appeared in this desolate wilderness and finally saw someone, but it turned out to be a mentally ill person! Li Mingfeng cursed inwardly, but dared not show it on his face.

  To know, provoking a mentally ill person and offending a deity are equally dangerous!

  As a tour guide, Li Mingfeng was most familiar with etiquette. In the blink of an eye, Li Mingfeng's face was adorned with the most sincere and polite smile: "Oh, thank you, sir. I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I'll take my leave first. If there's anything I can help with in the future, I'll definitely serve you." Li Mingfeng wanted to make a quick exit.

  Lanpad grasped Li Mingfeng, who was about to leave, and smiled somewhat awkwardly: "Respected sir, you said you could help me, which is really touching. Look, there's something that needs your help right now."

  Li Mingfeng now can't help but slap himself twice, why did he say that extra sentence, it would have been better to just leave directly, no need to talk about politeness. Just as he was about to say something to refuse, he found out that Lan Pard had taken the rifle off his shoulder and put it in his hand.

  "It's a virtue that a gentleman should have to help others, I'd be delighted to assist you."

  Lampard shifted the rifle to his other shoulder, and held out his hand: "Thanks a lot, you're a real gentleman. My name's Lampard, I'm with the Fourth Battalion of the Imperial Army under Lord Elgin, Governor General of Canada."

  "My name is Li Mingfeng, just call me Li." Li Mingfeng's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

  "Oh! Li, you know what? You're the only Oriental person I know who speaks English. This is simply amazing! If I told Andrew about this, he wouldn't believe me." Lampaard seemed extremely excited.

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