My different world is game mode

"Impression channel?"

"What kind of novelty is this?"

Several locals from the Seven Seas Alliance who were present could naturally react.

But Lindsay knew nothing about this, so he could only turn to Wala Wala for help.

The girl quickly explained:

"Impression channel is to use human skills to describe the scenery of a place."

"Either a written narrative or a painting description."

"Anyway, with some tricks of the space warlock, people can directly reach the corresponding place through this description."

After finishing speaking, Wala Wala reminded in a serious tone:

"But Lindsay, the impression channel is very unstable and can easily go wrong..."

The girl explained and pointed to the house:

"It's like me describing this house to you."

"At this moment, I can clearly explain its layout, and you can naturally come through the impression channel. But once this room, for example, the books on the table are moved, the scenery will be different from the impression. Depiction makes a difference.”

"At this point someone is going to run in headfirst."

"The result is that he will be torn apart by the chaotic space, or be thrown into the chaotic space of who knows where."

Lindsay complained:

"Compared to the transmission channel, this thing sounds more like a murder weapon for murdering people."

Wala Wala nodded in agreement and said:

"So except for some special circumstances, normal people will never use this kind of thing."

Understand the situation.

Lindsay turned around and walked to the window, her eyes falling on the table.

On the surface of the oak desk, other books are neatly arranged.

Only this opened picture album is unfolded flat, and the pages will even tremble slightly when the sea breeze blows.

"Then it's obvious."

"The young lady from Kuwait was looking at this picture album at her desk, and then suddenly disappeared. If this is really the impression channel, it corresponds to the content in the picture album."

Savat directly named the places in the album:

"Finbull Theatre."

But the man in blue robe immediately fell into deep thought.

Fenbol Theater is booming in the City of Thousand Sails and is also an important industry for the performing arts faction.

If you trace it all the way up, you may even be able to involve big figures in the eighth stage.

With the Kuwaiti family.

Compared with the Bai Xing family whose ancestors were born in eight stages.

The industries that now belong to the eight-stage powerhouses are obviously more important and more troublesome to investigate.

"But that's our job..."

Savat took a deep breath, then turned his head, his eyes falling on Lindsay:

"We're going to the Fimble Theater now."

"But I would like to remind you not to reveal any true purpose there before confirming the facts."

Lindsay proposed another idea:

"I think it's worth investigating where the Kuwaiti lady got this picture album."

"Since the other party intends to abduct him, there is a high probability that there is a problem with the way to obtain this album."

Savat nodded in approval and immediately handed the album to his subordinates:

"Neil, Fabus."

"You two take the picture album and go trace its sales route."

"As long as you find the person, you don't have to listen to the other person's excuses. Just take the person back to the review room first."

After arranging tasks for his subordinates, Savat turned back and looked specifically at Lindsay:

"Mr. Lindsay, let's go."

"..."

The group bid farewell to the maid in the library.

After departure, we headed to the Finbull Theater.

The collection itself is at the junction of the Blue Zone and the Purple Zone.

It's not too far from the Fimbull Theater, you can walk there in two or three hours.

On the way, Wala Wala whispered to Lindsay:

"Lindsay, did you notice just now?"

"He specifically called you sir!"

Lindsay shook her head slightly:

"That's because I'm of use to him."

"The deep-rooted knowledge will not be completely overturned by a temporary change. In his heart, I am probably still the countryman from a remote area."

"No." Wala Wala pointed to her eyes, "I can see people's emotions."

"At least this guy respects your abilities quite a bit."

Lindsay shrugged:

"Compared to my investigation, you artists can see people's mood swings and it should be more convenient to track down things."

Wala Wala shook her finger:

"Perception of emotions is a characteristic of my essence. Most people cannot do this kind of thing."

"..."

At noon, the sun is shining high.

Even if there are gusts of sea breeze blowing through the streets, it still cannot change the humidity and heat on the streets.

At the same time, Lindsay and his party came to the hinterland of the Southern District

This is an area completely dominated by performers.

There are numerous theater stages in the city, and artists can be seen performing on the streets from time to time.

Singing, dancing, acrobatics and other performances.

People passing by frequently threw money to express their encouragement to the performers.

"..."

When Lindsay came here, she couldn't hide the admiration on her face.

Artists in the City of Thousand Sails, regardless of whether they have the essence or not, as long as they dare to perform, they definitely have their own special skills.

It will definitely be a good experience to visit here in your spare time.

Then, Lindsay noticed a detail.

When heading to the collection hall before, Wala Wala looked solemn and solemn along the way.

But after arriving in the blue zone.

The girl would snicker from time to time, as if she was rejoicing in something wonderful.

Lindsay asked softly:

"Walawala, what are you having fun with?"

The girl replied almost reflexively:

"Hey! Lindsay, don't talk nonsense!"

"How could I like to make trouble for others!"

"..."

Lindsay could only guess:

"You hate that actor named Yao Xing?"

Wala Wala's eyes widened and she began to shake her head vigorously like a rattle:

"No!"

"People don't hate her at all, they just regard her as a strong competitor and a 'good friend' who deserves respect!"

"..."

Lindsay fell silent.

From what he saw.

Wala Wala's expression is so fake that it makes people feel outrageous.

Another half hour passed.

The group came to Homeless Street in the Blue Zone, where the Fimbull Theater is located.

This is a magnificent huge building.

The main body of the building, which is more than 20 meters high, is like a high wall, completely occupying the sight of pedestrians more than 100 meters on both sides along the street.

On the wall on the street side of the building.

At regular intervals, huge posters hang from the top of the building.

Taking advantage of its height, even nearby neighborhoods are included in its promotion scope.

The figures on the posters may be handsome and full of expression; or they may have sophisticated movements and vicissitudes of temperament.

Stills of actors and actresses are lined up along the street.

The image itself also exudes power.

Pedestrians glance at it, and the charm of the actor will draw them into the performance, so that they can feel the powerful power of performance.

The Fimbull Theater looks like a giant towering over the entire street.

The other theaters and opera houses around him could only tremble under him, as if they were surrounded by stars.

Savat took Lindsay and others to the main entrance of the theater.

The person in charge of reception was a middle-aged lady.

But she didn't look at Sawat, the blue-robed man in charge of law and order, or even pay attention to the other guests.

Her eyes were just fixed on Wala Wala:

"Selena?!"

"Didn't you already announce your retirement from the entertainment industry? Why are you still here!"