Chapter 2144 The Ultimate New World (Twenty-Five)

Chapter 2118 The Ultimate New World (Twenty-Five)

Coulson walked down the stairs and pretended to get the travel guide from the table in the reception area of ​​the hall. He heard the man say to the front desk waiter: "Yes, I just came from there... I didn't expect to be here... Yes, it's really interesting..."

Because Coulson was a little far away, the other party's voice was intermittent, but from the pronunciation of the few words, he could tell that the other party might be British or learning British English, and he was very likely a scholar.

Could this be a professional hired by the town?

But it's not very strange. Canada is a country of the Commonwealth of Nations after all. Although it is the back garden of the United States in terms of geographical location, many people have relatives in the UK.

Because of their own high-latitude environment, many Canadians yearn for the warm marine climate in Europe. They go to Europe regularly to study, vacation, or even settle down in Europe. They have friends and classmates there.

Coulson heard the waiter's chuckle from the other side, and knew that they were chatting happily. In order to find out what was going on, Coulson decided to get closer and listen.

Of course, this kind of close approach is not like an agent's. The hall is not big, and it can't hide the body. It's better to walk over and talk openly. Coulson is very confident in his affinity.

"Hello, sir, I just arrived too. Excuse me, are you from New York?" Coulson walked to the front desk, turned around and leaned against the side of the front desk, smiled and said.

"Yes, I just got off the plane." The man also smiled at Coulson and said, "I just came here in a hurry after attending a meeting in Hong Kong. The weather here is quite cold, right?"

"Winter is coming soon." The male waiter said with a smile while operating the computer: "Your clothes are only suitable for activities in the south, perhaps California, but definitely not Ontario. The winter here is not easy."

"I thought New York was cold enough." Coulson sighed and pretended to be depressed, "But the car just crossed the border, and I felt that the wind on the road was like a knife."

"Americans? Well, every American I know is complaining about how cold it is here." The male waiter shrugged and said, "If you are willing to take off your flowered jackets and beach shorts, it might be better. This is not Hawaii."

Colson saw the black-haired man opposite him chuckled. This was a bystander's laugh, which showed that he was neither an American nor a Canadian. He felt very interesting when he felt the subtle confrontation between the two sides.

Coulson immediately took advantage of the situation and knocked on the table in dissatisfaction, saying, "This is the south of Canada. The travel guide says that you are the Hawaii of Canada!"

The waiter and several female room attendants standing behind laughed. One of the brown-haired waitresses walked up and said, "Throw away the travel guide in your hand, American. It says that Newfoundland is the Little Greece of America."

"If you are looking for warmth, maybe you can go to a place with a lower latitude, such as southern China, Singapore, and Malaysia." Coulson heard the man say.

"Sorry, Phil Coulson." Coulson stretched out his hand to him and gave his name very naturally.

"Sosip, thank you." The man stretched out his hand and shook hands with Coulson. Coulson could feel that his fingertips were particularly cold and his fingers were as thin as branches.

When this feeling came, Coulson instinctively looked down. The man's hand was thin and dry, with bones and blood vessels clearly visible. On his middle finger was a vintage thick silver ring with a strange pattern in the center.

"Doctor?" Coulson asked tentatively.

The man nodded, shook Coulson's hand again and said, "History, and also some research on anthropology and folklore."

Just as Coulson was about to ask something else, he heard the man named Soship say, "It looks like you've had a bad day. I think you should go to bed early."

After that, he picked up his suitcase, took the room key handed to him by the waiter, and walked upstairs along the stairs.

Coulson turned his head to look at him, and when he walked to the top of the second-floor patio, he turned back and smiled at Coulson.

"Have a good dream." Coulson heard him say this.

After he left, Coulson frowned slightly, and he felt that Dr. Soship's last words were meaningful.

First of all, Coulson did not show any negative emotions, and even acted like an enthusiastic tourist who came to Canada for vacation, so the saying "having a bad day" sounds like a curse, which is not the social method that humanists would adopt.

After all, Coulson is an excellent agent who has been working for some years. He has dealt with all kinds of experts. Although they are a bit stereotyped, they are indeed experts in science and engineering. They may be shy, timid, and not good at speaking. Occasionally, some of them can be described as socially awkward. Experts in humanities and social sciences are mostly gentle, cheerful, humorous and good at socializing.

If Coulson had to evaluate this historian named Sosip, the words he would use should be mysterious and weird.

There seemed to be some metaphors hidden in every sentence he said, but after thinking carefully, I felt that there was no clue to grasp.

Perhaps his bad day just refers to the fatigue caused by the long journey, which is not completely unreasonable.

The most tiring part of a journey is the journey. Knowing that Coulson had just arrived, it is not wrong to say that he had a bad day on the way here.

As for having a good rest and having a good dream, they are even more common polite blessings, but Coulson felt it was wrong no matter how he thought about it.

At this moment, Coulson thought about what subject he had just said he was studying, folklore and anthropology?

To be honest, even in Coulson's long career as a SHIELD agent, he had never seen scholars in these two fields. Who would study a subject called anthropology? In addition to becoming an anthropologist, is there any other way out for this subject?

After thinking about it for a while, Coulson started chatting with the waiter, aiming to understand the surrounding situation and see if he could get any information about the paranormal phenomena.

After chatting for about half an hour, seeing that it was getting late, Coulson went upstairs to rest on the pretext of going upstairs, sorting out the information he had just chatted with the waiter in his mind.

In theory, the outbreak of paranormal events in a region is actually beneficial to the tourism industry, because it will attract many paranormal enthusiasts to explore here, and many unknown small places will also gain public attention because of famous paranormal events, and there are also politicians who gain both fame and fortune from this.

But Niagara Falls itself is a famous tourist attraction. It not only attracts tourists from Canada and the United States, but also many tourists from Asia and Europe come here from afar to visit, so there is no shortage of traffic.

The nature of this supernatural event is special, manifested in the state of fog, which greatly affects visibility. It has been foggy for several days. Not only the tourists who came to Maple Leaf Avenue at the end of the maple leaf season complained that they could not see the scenery in the distance, but also the tourists who have visited Niagara Falls said that the scenery is not as good as before.

No one knows how long this situation will last. If it continues like this and becomes a long-term climate change, the reputation of Niagara Falls' natural beauty will be ruined.

After all, Canada is vast and sparsely populated. There are not many locals here. The recent tourists are also from New York. They drove for several hours to come here, not to see a piece of fog, not to mention how disappointed those tourists who came by plane would be.

As soon as Coulson entered the room they booked, he found that the other people were sitting around the bed watching TV. The TV was broadcasting a typical two-way interview news program.

That is, the screen was divided into three frames. In the middle was the host sitting in the studio, on the left was the mayor of the town, and on the right was the climatology expert.

Simmons handed Coulson a bottle of mineral water. She shook her head and said, "There is no useful information. Experts say this is short-term climate change. But when the mayor asked when the change would pass, the experts could not give a definite answer. They only said that maybe it would get better when the temperature drops next time."

Interviews with local citizens said a variety of things. Some said they saw ghosts in the fog, some said they saw monsters as tall as mountains, some said the fog was exhaust gas from surrounding factories, and some said it was a prelude to the return of underwater civilization to land.

"I just interviewed a psychic enthusiast." Fitz added, "He said this fog is a psychic field, a curse from Indians thousands of years ago."

"Okay, Indians again." May shook her head and said, "All the supernatural events that happened in your American continent are blamed on Indians. Can I say this is a guilty conscience?"

"Don't be too sharp, May." Coulson sat on a chair in the room and said, "Have you heard of folklorists and anthropologists?"

"What?" Fitz said with some confusion.

"I've heard of anthropology." Simmons nodded and said, "It's a comprehensive subject that covers many categories, including sociology, psychology and other humanities knowledge, and yes, archaeology."

"You are a doctor of psychology, right?" Coulson asked.

Simmons nodded and said, "I have a double doctorate in psychology and sociology, but to be honest, humanities disciplines are highly intertwined and inclusive, and almost no one studies isolated disciplines."

"What about folklore?"

"I've heard of it, but I don't know any practitioners." Simmons shrugged and said, "But it's probably a sub-category of sociology and other humanities, just find a sociologist."

"Do you want to find an expert in this field?" May asked.

Coulson immediately looked at her, and May shrugged and said, "Have you forgotten? My mother is a professor at the University of Hong Kong. The University of Hong Kong is famous for psychology and sociology. More importantly, my mother has a colleague who specializes in East Asian folklore. I remember telling you about it when I told ghost stories at the last gathering."

Coulson showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. He remembered that it seemed to be true, and then he remembered that the doctor named Sosip said he had just come from Hong Kong.

"Can you contact the folklorist you know?"

"I can call my mother to ask, but I'm not sure he knows anything about the folk history of America, and he's too old to come and participate in the field investigation."

"Please ask for me." Coulson leaned forward with one hand on the bed and said, "Does he know a historian named Sosip?"

Mei nodded and took out her mobile phone to make a call, but at this moment, the people in the room found that the window was foggy.