Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Bah..."

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground sounded, and at the same time, a beam of lights came over, making the dialect who was looking at the map raised his head.

This is a relatively remote neighborhood. Under the twilight, only the dim yellow street lights in the distance add a bit of light, making it feel a little more remote and dim.

"What are you looking at?" The young man took off his helmet, put it on the motorcycle, and asked the dialect on the side.

"Look at the birds chirping..." said the dialect.

"Then uncle loves auntie!" said the young man, stopped the motorcycle, turned off the key, and walked over.

"The boss of the company asked me to give it to you, saying that your vacation is only three days." The young man handed the backpack on his back to Dialect.

Dialect took it over, opened it and looked at it. Inside were his passport, visa, driver's license, a mobile phone and a bank card.

"Okay." Dialect nodded, took the tablet out of his backpack and put it in, then handed his backpack to the young man.

"Bring it back to the boss, a souvenir, be careful." Dialect said.

"OK!" The young man replied, "My name is Xiao Jie, and the phone number has been saved. If you have any questions, you can contact me."

"Okay." Dialect replied, "I'm fine, can I go?"

"Don't you think you forgot something?" Xiao Jie said with a smile.

"What?" Dialect asked, after thinking about it, he didn't forget anything, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Next!" Xiao Jie threw the thing in his hand, and Dialect grabbed it.

"Kawasaki ZX-10RR, treat it well and remember to hand it back when you leave." Xiao Jie pointed to the parked motorcycle, "Don't do anything, have fun! I'll go first!"

Xiao Jie waved his hand and turned to leave, leaving only the dialect he had just reacted to in place, and hurriedly shouted to the departing back, "Then how do you get back?"

"Where I come from, I will go from where..." Xiao Jie waved his hand and continued to walk forward.

"…"

Turning his head to look at Kawasaki on the side, the streamlined curves and the slow metallic feeling make people unable to take their eyes off, Dialect walked up, straddled, and sat on this high-tech motorcycle.

Putting on his helmet, he put the car key in.

"Om!"

The engine started roaring in a low voice, Dialect smiled, turned his head, and drove to the hotel he planned.

"The breath of freedom!"

On the street, a motorcycle flashed by...

…

Denver, located on the plains next to the Rocky Mountains, is the capital of Colorado and the largest city in Colorado, and in it, there is a paradise for tourism and shopping - the Sixteenth Street business district.

"The breath of depravity..."

A sigh sounded in this street. A young man in a white shirt looked at the prosperous street in front of him and took off his sunglasses.

The summer solstice has passed, and the sun has gradually revealed its fiery side. In this season, women's curvaceous beauty is fully revealed...

It is human nature to love beauty, everyone will more or less focus on better things, and dialects are no exception.

But it's just for appreciation. If he insists on finding a girlfriend in Dialect, he still thinks Huaxia girls are better...

"Huh!"

Dialect parked Kawasaki in the parking space and walked towards the front with his feet raised. As a famous attraction in Denver, he was still very interested in the place that best reflects the level of Denver's public management.

Yesterday, I took a night off in Colorado Springs. This morning, Dialect was riding this car and came here.

Without the obstruction of cameras and police, this Kawasaki ZX-10RR also showed its wildest side. On the road in the field, dialect truly felt a kind of speed and passion...

Although the 16th Street business district was hot under the scorching sun, the crowd did not decrease in the slightest. Walking through the American-style streets, looking at the unfamiliar white people around, also had a unique feeling.

Looking for a fast-food restaurant, he ate something in a simple dialect. As for the western and French restaurants not far away, he said that he was really not used to those things.

Generally speaking, eating there is not to fill the stomach, more, it is a kind of sentiment...

He felt that he was a rude person and didn't understand those sentiments, so he stayed away from these restaurants.

Went around the store, bought some small commodities, and bought two sets of clothes. Dialect walked into the Denver Public Library, looked at the shelves full of English books, sat for a while, and then walked out.

Walking a few steps forward, looking at the Denver Art Museum, Dialect lifted his foot and walked in. When he came out again, the sky was already full of colorful clouds.

Looking for the Chinese restaurant he saw when he passed by in the afternoon, Dialect walked in, took the menu, and ordered a few items.

The owner is not from China, but from the United States, but the waiter and chef are from China. When the dialect said to be authentic, the waiter also nodded. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The food was not ready quickly, the business in the store seemed a little busy, and the cross between English and Chinese was wrong, which added a bit of the lively atmosphere of a Chinese-style restaurant to the store.

The taste of the food is really not very authentic. It is like walking into a Chongqing restaurant in Nanjing. The spicy chicken you ordered has a different taste compared to Chongqing.

But it's always a good thing to be able to eat familiar things in a foreign country, not to mention the dialect that has been compressed into biscuits for ten days.

Without frowning or saying anything, he happily finished eating. Dialect paid the bill and walked towards the hotel with his trophies from the afternoon.

Ordinary, but it looks relatively clean and concise. This is his choice. Although Cary has a lot of money, he still doesn't want to waste too much.

The country gave him power and money, but it didn't let him spend it...

He packed his things and changed his clothes. Dialect took his wallet, put his mobile phone in his pocket, and walked out.

The nightlife of the city is the most attractive time of summer...

Every place has a different definition of nightlife. In America, a bar may be a good place.

Riding on this sci-fi black Kawasaki, the dialect wears a helmet and white clothes, looking young and energetic.

The bar is still partially marked on the tourist map. Walking through the traffic, listening to the navigation, the dialect also came to the door of this Qing bar.

I didn't choose Di, because it was too noisy, and the dialect didn't want to see what pills, what girls, etc.

Relatively speaking, Qingba is the most suitable place for dialects to experience nightlife. After all, Xiao Jie and Yan Hongchang both told him not to do anything...