Lin Sanjiu and the brothers looked towards the source of the sound.
The gas lamps on the sides of the street went out one by one. The young man lowered his face so that he could mask his facial features from the other three people. He wasn't tall, and he wore a high-shouldered vintage denim jacket that didn't really go well with his scrawny body frame.
"How did you know that this is 19th-century London?" One of the potato brothers asked.
Both brothers had round eyes with black and large irises. Their faces were somehow different, but they looked very similar. Whenever they were talking, they always stared at you, making you want to avert your gaze away. After all, it was uncomfortable for most people to maintain eye contact.
Lin Sanjiu looked around, and she found out that the elder brother's height only reached her eyebrows. Although she was a woman, she was the tallest amongst four of them.
