After Sherlock packed everything up and set off on another road trip with Doro, things finally felt right to him this time.
The modified Raptor balanced comfort with the feeling of taking in the scenery, at least ensuring that Sherlock and Doro's trip would not be too unpleasant.
Yet when Sherlock truly embarked on this journey with Doro, he was still stunned by conditions so completely different from those in China.
How should he put it? Ever since crossing over, Sherlock had always lived in cities, so he had never felt it too strongly. But once he truly set out on a road trip, he finally experienced the enormous divide within the United States.
In the United States, the reason so-called rural charm remained so enduring was fundamentally because it had so many supporters.
It sounded nice, but in reality, this so-called rural charm was merely self-sufficiency made possible by vast land and sparse populations. The actual quality of life was not much different from China in the eighties or nineties—if anything, it was even more backward.
And these rural towns were, by nature, extremely hostile toward outsiders. Very few were open to accepting strangers.
Even toward someone like Doro, who clearly looked different from everyone around her, their reaction was not curiosity but fear.
Of course, Sherlock did not care about any of that. He was only there to experience the local atmosphere.
Doro herself cared even less. She was merely somewhat curious why those people did not like her.
Sherlock explained that these people followed the experiences passed down through generations. They were conservative and resisted new changes. They did not hate Doro; they hated the unknown and hated change.
Most importantly, the majority of them were white.
There were even more extreme groups like the Amish. They