Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 55 Boston

"Is this Boston?"

It was already noon the next day when they arrived in Boston.

Wilson looked at the bustling and bustling city around him, the smiling people coming and going, and the busy citizens, feeling the unique breath of life.

One after another, colorful billboards squeezed into his sight, displaying themselves flamboyantly, attracting the guests.

Due to the earlier stereotypes, Boston is very compact.The surrounding buildings are also relatively dense, and people in the residential area may touch the opposite house with their hands.

The buildings in this city are also unique. Compared with ordinary industrial cities, this city has more cultural heritage, with some Christian culture.

After all, this is Boston, the capital of Massachusetts, and one of the oldest and most historic and cultural cities in the United States.The city established by the European Puritan immigrants first landed in America, and the famous "Boston Tea Party" event took place here.

Some even call Boston the "Athens of America" ​​and the "oldest city" in the United States.

The cheerful and active life around dispelled the depression of the expedition team, everyone seemed to be infected by the bright and soothing atmosphere of the city, and the depression brought by the small town seemed to be swept away.

Wilson was slightly absent-minded.

The hustle and bustle of the surroundings, the sound of people talking, shouting, and the colorful advertisements on the roadside seemed to remind him all the time that this place was no longer his familiar hometown.

He subconsciously looked into the distance, looking at the far east.

The other side of the ocean in this era is not their hometown, nor is it the stable country where he grew up.

But at this moment, he suddenly had a strong desire.

He wants to go to the other side of the ocean in this era to take a look, even though he knows that at this time, that country has not found the right path and is still struggling in hardships.

Even if it wasn't his hometown, he wanted to visit it.

He didn't know whether the course of history would continue to develop as before in this heavily polluted world.He knows that history will not be changed by the power of one person, but he still wants to see it, and make a small contribution if possible.

"What's wrong with you?" Geologist William noticed his strangeness and asked with some doubts.

"No, it's nothing." Wilson smiled lightly, "It's just that I suddenly remembered the topic I studied before, about the history of urban evolution in ancient China. City and city in ancient China refer to two different things, and city refers to The city wall, and the city is the market, and it was not until the Song Dynasty that the functions of the city were gradually integrated."

"The history of Boston seems to follow the development of the city at the beginning, that is, the world market. I think the comparison of the development history of two different cities is of great research value."

Wilson talked eloquently about his research direction, which made the geologist a little confused, but he still listened patiently.

Others didn't find it strange when they heard Wilson's words.After all, Wilson himself was a professor of ancient Chinese history at Miskatonic University.

Although I haven't had a class until now.

However, Wilson's subtle guidance along the way has convinced them of his identity.

That's right, Wilson deliberately combined the history he learned in high school with the current scene to say it.His initial position in the expedition team was a scholar of ancient research, and he served as a professor of ancient Chinese history at the University of Michigan.

Generally speaking, when people meet a stranger, they usually have an initial impression, and what Wilson did was to deepen their impression.When they think of themselves, their first reaction is: Oh, it’s that professor of ancient Chinese history.

Rather than let them diverge their thinking, feel that this person does not seem to have any special professional aspects, and make others feel suspicious.

Although Wilson didn't think that the members of the expedition team would think that he was Ultraman out of thin air without knowing anything, but he would definitely show abnormalities over time.It is also necessary to reinforce other people's stereotypes and make others think that they are just academics who indulge in research.

And sometimes he will reveal something inadvertently, and it's good to explain it with this reason.

"There will be a passenger ship bound for Japan tomorrow afternoon."

Captain Linden informed everyone in the expedition team, "Everyone can have a good rest in Boston tonight, thank you for your hard work."

"Hopefully nothing happens again."

The geologist muttered under his breath.

Wilson immediately glared at him, pulled him over, and said in a serious tone: "Do you know that there is a kind of metaphysics in the mysterious East, that is, something similar to magic divination. They think it is very effective. Especially like this At this time, you must not say similar things, otherwise the flag will be set."

"Flag?"

The geologist was a little puzzled, "What does this mean?"

"That is to say, the back is full of flags." Wilson explained, "This is derived from their classical dramas. Actors will plant flags when they go on stage, and generally those who plant flags will not end well."

The geologist nodded half-understood: "This is really amazing."

"Yes." Wilson said sincerely, "So, I want to go to that ancient country to see for myself."

Boston is located at the mouth of the Charles River and the Mystic River, on the Atlantic coast of the Northeastern United States, and on the east side of the Bay of Massachusetts. It has good port conditions and is the largest port city in the New England region of the Northeastern United States.

The city was first built on a small peninsula on the south bank of the Charles River estuary, almost surrounded by water, and connected to the mainland only by a narrow isthmus.From 1630 to 1890, Boston tripled in size by filling in gaps between marshes, seashore mudflats, and piers.

Now their car is parked in this reclaimed land, and there are many guests and dock workers coming and going around, some businessmen in suits and leather shoes, and some laid-off workers who are simply dressed and covered in dirt.

As factories began to decline due to aging, factories moved to areas where labor was cheaper.Boston responded by building a variety of urban renewal projects, including the demolition of the antiquated West End and the construction of the Boston Government Center.

Although the government has taken these measures, there are still many unemployed workers wandering around the pier. They will help move things, carry luggage, and work hard every day just to earn that pitiful penny.

"Sir, do you need help?"

Looking at Wilson expectantly was an Asian face with black hair and black eyes.

He is thin and stooped, with a sallow complexion.

(End of this chapter)