The note contained Morse code composed of dots and lines.
Qingchen stared in disbelief at the Morse code.
In an instant, a sea of fire suddenly appeared in his mind, illuminating the night sky above Lao Jun Mountain.
Cries and screams filled the air as students fled one by one. Qingchen stood amidst this scene, watching his memories surge back, and it all seemed to be things he had actually experienced.
For some reason, he felt a pang of sadness. Turning his head, he saw that in the sea of fire that brought back memories, Kunlun member Wan Shou was typing Morse code: No regrets in this life, take care.
Qingchen watched silently, lost in thought.
The next moment, the sea of fire disappeared, and the sorrow gradually faded away with the passage of time.
However, an overwhelming swarm of rats came rushing towards them.
Before them stood a large building, where countless swarms of rats piled up one after another, about to reach the rooftop.
On the rooftop, there was the familiar iodine solution.
This time, Qingchen is no longer a bystander in the memories of Laojun Mountain, but is actually part of it.
Qing Chen forced a smile and waved to the rooftop. The iodine in the sky pointed to the rat swarm behind Qing Chen and his group, then waved again... It was as if the other party was telling Qing Chen to leave.
Qingyi stared blankly at this scene.
"Sir!" Qingyi shouted, "I know you don't want to hear this now. I know you ordered them to their deaths. I know you're tempted to die with them right now. I heard from Zhang Mengqian that you've been feeling guilty lately, even punishing yourself by staying up all night. But sir, your death is meaningless at this moment!"
Qingyi followed beside Qingchen, his tone growing increasingly harsh as he watched Qingchen's dazed expression: "Sir, Iodine will definitely find a way to bring what you need back to the surface world. Now that they've completed their mission, what about you? Have you completed yours? Sir, we must go!"
Iodine simply stood on the edge of the rooftop, gently tapping the sky with its fingers, as if speaking in Morse code.
Then he straightened up and gave Qingchen a proper salute.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go, this is a soldier's honor.
Sitting in a small village in Mexico, Qingchen suddenly realized why he always felt like he had lost something after waking up.
Because he forgot certain unforgettable moments, and forgot certain unforgettable people.
A note pulled him back to the memories of two Kunlun members' sacrifices.
It turns out that I have already... been through so much.
Previously, Qingchen felt that everything was dreamlike and bizarre.
Now, he suddenly longs to retrieve those memories.
Qing Chen slowly stood up, walked over and helped the Mexican woman up, saying in broken Spanish, "Don't worry, I'll help you."
At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he first killed someone on Lao Jun Mountain.
Qing Chen didn't know what kind of strength he had now, what things he had sealed away, or whether he could kill so many bandits.
But it's okay.
The woman stopped him and said, "Don't go, it's no use you going."
Qing Chen smiled and took off his face mask: "I have to go even if it's useless."
As he spoke, he walked toward the campfire.
A sentry on the tower noticed his suspicious behavior and immediately opened fire.
But as soon as he pulled the trigger, he found that the target in his field of vision had disappeared.
...
...
The thugs dragged more than a dozen girls to the campfire and said with a smile, "Boss, there's no other entertainment here, so these girls will keep you entertained."
The Black man asked, "What was that gunshot just now?"
“Several workers tried to escape, but they were all killed,” the thug explained. “We will definitely take your instructions to heart, and no one will escape.”
Someone nearby said, "Oh, right, a stack of banknotes fell out of him, but we've never seen it before and don't know where the currency is. Boss, do you know where it's from?"
As he spoke, the thug took out a wad of RMB and handed it over.
The black man took it in astonishment. Of course he knew it was RMB; he had even traveled to China.
But why the hell is RMB appearing in a small Mexican village?
He instinctively felt something was wrong: "Wait, are there any Chinese people here?"
The thug thought for a moment, then remembered Qing Chen: "There was an Asian man, I don't know if he was Chinese. But an old lady said he was a villager who had just hit his head and lost his mind."
However, the black man was immediately taken aback. As someone who managed to escape the plenary session's crackdown, he must have some extraordinary abilities.
His mind raced: "Damn it, the parents' association wiped out three major drug cartels, could they be looking for him?!"
The thug said, "That shouldn't be the case. He didn't resist when we arrested him. How could the PTA members be so weak? That Asian guy is a very hard worker. We were even thinking of recruiting him into the organization."
The black man said urgently, "Quick, take me to him... No, we have to leave now! Don't make a sound, everyone go through the secret passage, don't go looking for him!"
The next moment, a voice asked from not far away, "Looking for me?"
The black man turned his head and saw Qing Chen walking out of the darkness. The flickering firelight reflected on his face, a face that the black man knew all too well.
The black man looked at the thug beside him in shock: "What the hell have you done? I told you to arrest a worker, and you brought back your father?"
All the clues have come together. No wonder the parents went on a killing spree against drug lords in Mexico, and no wonder they were searching for all the secret drug manufacturing plants. It's because the parents know that their boss is probably in one of those secret drug manufacturing plants right now!
But what are you doing here, sir? Are you here to experience life? To go undercover?
Shouldn't an undercover agent be sent by their subordinates? Why did you come in person?
The Black man stammered, "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
Another time traveler said in broken Chinese, "Hello, congratulations on your fortune, Happy New Year!"
This time traveler is quite talented, trying to use Chinese to build rapport...
The thugs were dumbfounded. How could their once fierce boss suddenly become more docile than a quail?
Moreover, those usually arrogant and domineering time travelers were all on high alert!
It was as if they were facing not an Asian teenager, but a humanoid Godzilla that had just destroyed a city.
But Qingchen shook his head and said, "There is no misunderstanding. You all deserve to die."
What is the impression of the Joker on the Western Continent? He is a truly ruthless killer.
In the last time travel cycle, Qing Chen had just killed 12,000 garrison soldiers with 13 Divine Cuts. If a person like that says he wants to kill you, he really means it, no joke.
Seeing that the situation was beyond repair, the Black man immediately ordered, "Open fire! Kill him!"
He tricked the unsuspecting thugs into firing their guns, but he himself turned and ran the moment he saw them, without hesitation!
As gunfire erupted, Qingchen vanished from the spot.
He had neither the lightning slurry nor the knight's cloud aura he remembered; all that remained was his physical prowess, which was at the pinnacle of human strength.
In the distance, workers slowly stood up and looked over. They could no longer see Qing Chen's figure, but only saw one bandit after another being inexplicably knocked away.
Because they couldn't see Qing Chen, the bandits were as if they had been pierced by invisible 'air'.
But one by one, the ruthless bandits flew in all directions, and Qing Chen's attacks were all deadly, without any superfluous movements, simplifying the complex.
After the bandits landed, their bodies were all twisted irregularly, with only their muscles and nerves still twitching and trembling. They had died so quickly that their muscles and nerves still thought they were alive.
The thugs' hail of bullets rained down, but like the terrifying metal storm in Prison No. 18, the torrential rain didn't fall on Qing Chen.
This battle unexpectedly helped him recall some past moments, and... his master.
A wisp of knightly aura emanated from the seal, circulating wildly within Qing Chen's body.
In the totem of Ginkgo Paradise, Qing Chen once asked Ren Xiaosu when the seal could be broken.
Ren Xiaosu said it could be a moment, or it could be a lifetime.
However, Qing Chen's situation is different from Ren Xiaosu's.
After Ren Xiaosu sealed himself away, he experienced more than two hundred years of changes in the world, including a terrifying nuclear winter.
When he saw the light of day again, the world had entered the wasteland era. Not only was the seal secure, but there were also few things in the world that he had never forgotten that could help him find his memories.
But Qingchen is different; the anchors of those memories are still there.
When a trace of knightly aura began to appear within his body, the workers saw that Qing Chen's attacks were no longer so explosive. One by one, the bandits flew out and crashed into the walls of the wooden house, slowly sliding down.
The person appears fine on the surface, but every inch of the bones and flesh inside the body is broken.
The battle started quickly and ended quickly.
The black man had been running for a long time, but when the battle ended, Qingchen dragged his legs back to the village and silently watched the campfire.
The old woman stared blankly at Qingchen, never expecting that her unintentional act of kindness would actually save her village.
However, everything this Asian teenager has shown has exceeded the common understanding of the world.
Qing Chen ignored the workers' stares and stood there lost in thought.
Even if he has amnesia, he is definitely not a mediocre person who drifts with the tide; he must think about what he should do at this moment.
If what Yi said is true, then he has lost his memory at this moment, and there are still many people waiting for him to return.
So, what I should do now is not to continue to wait cautiously for my memory to return, but to contact my teammates who are both strange and familiar!
Instead of slowly searching for memories on my own, I'd rather find those trustworthy comrades first.
Those people... are like wrenches, hawthorns, and iodine.
Qingchen searched the village and eventually found a satellite phone in the black man's SUV.
How do I find it?
After thinking for a long time, Qing Chen finally dialed Zhang Wanfang's cell phone.
The call connected, and Zhang Wanfang's voice came from the other end: "Hello?"
After a long silence, Zhang Wanfang seemed to realize something: "Qingchen?"
Qing Chen said, "Please let Qin Shuli answer the phone."