Treasure Hunter Resurrection Son-in-law Trash

Eps. 29 Thrown Into 1935

Gwen, anxious that someone might come to the house unbeknownst to her, takes Mervin away, puts the cup of tea she was carrying on the table, immediately ran out of the house reading checking the whole house.

Clack!

“All doors are still locked, that means no intruders enter here and bring Mervin,” he said feeling relieved, after checking all the doors in the house are locked.

“Berati right, Mervin went to the past to hunt for treasure. Why doesn't he leave later when his wound has recovered or all the antiques sold are gone?!” his protest, but clearly drawn on his face was a rage.

“May you do not meet any wild animals or others there and can return safely,” Gwen again, hope.

Elsewhere

Mervin who was still asleep felt his body like it was bobbing.

Why does it feel like my body is bobbing, just like when I was on a ship? mervin in the middle of his consciousness.

His eyes were heavy to open. But he could feel his body as if it were in a vacuum.

Am I traveling to the past? inner Mervin again.

Because often travel there makes him memorize the feeling of traveling there even though in a sleeping condition.

Zap up!

Bugh!

Hiss!

Mervin was forced to open his eyes after the door of time that brought him closed and made him fall to the ground.

“Where am I?”

Still with consciousness that has not fully recovered, Mervin stood up and swept his gaze around

“This is not at Grandpa Ethan's house. Do I dream of traveling to the past?!” he was surprised when he saw his place now.

To convince himself whether he was dreaming or not he pinched his own hand.

“Auwh!” Mervin whimpered as he felt the pinch of his own hand.

“Jeez, I've really been in the past. But how can I come here, when I don't stop time.”

Mervin raised his right hand to look at the clock that was coiled around his wrist.

“My hours are still ticking.” Mervin frowned, time should stop if he traveled to the past.

“Rather than me complaining how and why should I just walk away,” broke up Mervin in the end.

The place Mervin was thrown in the past is a little strange with the place he usually travels in time.

If he is usually thrown into a wilderness or a room that is stuffy and locked this time he is in the crowd.

He was even on the highway. Many people passed by there, also many vehicles competing to glide on the streets that are densely creeping.

“Where is this actually?”

Mervin chose to walk on the sidewalk because the highway was crowded. He was afraid that a car might run him.

With his condition still recovering from the wound, it made him a little difficult while walking.A few times he stopped when he felt his legs ache.

Even now he is sitting on the sidewalk. In his eyes the pedestrian passing in front of him, while waiting for his feet to recover.

“What year is it?” he muttered, seeing the female pedestrian wearing a long, knee-length chili-red blazer, also wearing a hat.

Only this time he was thrown into the past and met with residents in the past like this.

Mervin turned to stare at the passing vehicle in front of him. The majority of vehicles passing by are Volkswagen-type sedans.

“Is this 1937? Because in that year cars like this are widely used by residents. Mervin who likes to read historical literature of course can immediately guess what year if viewed from the type of vehicle.

Mervin is not sure where he is at the moment. He tried to find more information to convince himself.

The wind blew at that moment and unintentionally flew a paper towards him. Exactly a newspaper page tear fell right at Mervin's feet.

“Koran? Hopefully this can give me information.”

He picked up the newspaper and read it immediately. A news article that mentions this time in 1935.

“So my estimate didn't miss far?” peeker Mervin, surprised.

How could he be thrown into this moment. In the midst of his confusion he again expressed his gaze to the whole street.

A lot of pedestrians passing by and looking busy, there was no way he would ask them. Behind him was an old, white-haired man in shabby clothes sitting in a newspaper in front of an unopened storefront.

Instead of asking busy people, Mervin decided to ask the man who he thought might be a beggar because in front of him there were cans and some coins there.

“Master, excuse me. I wanted to ask you. If you can know what city this is?” ask her, by squatting down to align their position.

But strangely the beggar did not respond to him even looked at him.