Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1185: Chapter 689: The Withdrawn Fist (Part 2)

In the square, students like Nangong Yuanyu from the Agricultural College were constantly moving through the crowd, distributing the Chicken Blood Sprout they had gathered.

Many Time Travelers were enjoying the peace of surviving a disaster, their bodies were so weak they could barely stand, but everyone knew they would have to endure another catastrophe in 7 days.

Qing Chen suddenly said: ”We must change this world.”

”Hmm?” Zheng Yuandong looked at Qing Chen.

Qing Chen continued: ”Jindai has launched this war for its own interests at all costs, completely ignoring the tens of millions of lives in this city. Although other conglomerates are restrained on the battlefield and unable to complete rescue missions, in fact, they only need to launch a few long-range small missiles to open the city walls, allowing refugees from District 9 to evacuate. But they didn’t do this because they were worried that the mouse plague would escape through those gaps into the wilderness ahead of time. The problem of the Inner World is no longer an issue for any one conglomerate, but the world itself is sick and needs healing.”

”You are already changing the world,” Zheng Yuandong said.

”It’s not enough,” Qing Chen seemed to have realized something and stood up to say: ”Please prepare equipment that can adapt to Inner World hard drives for me. Also, I need a huge office with 640 LCD screens connected together, and watch the footage that Iodophor brought back at four times the speed. I’m going to rest, please wake me up when you’re ready... Additionally, I’ll provide as much Zhi Lanxing produced on Whale Island to Kunlun as possible because you deserve it.”

After speaking, Qing Chen got up and looked at Xiao San: ”Go rest, when you wake up, compile the list of casualties, build a monument for them on the island.”

Xiao San said: ”I can compile it now.”

Qing Chen shook his head: ”No need to force it, you’ve been through a lot in these seven days. Tomorrow inform all Time Travelers in City 10 to prepare to come aboard the island, use the Chicken Blood Sprout to heal everyone, there’s a tough battle to fight back home. Remember, in these 7 days, everyone must get enough sleep; there will be no time to sleep during the next crossing.”

After speaking, Qing Chen turned and walked towards the Agricultural College.

Zheng Yuandong pondered, he suddenly felt Qing Chen underwent another transformation.

If a person is only controlled by emotions like anger and sadness, they can never become truly powerful.

Just now, Zheng Yuandong was really worried Qing Chen would go mad and continue torturing himself, but Qing Chen didn’t; he chose to rest.

So Zheng Yuandong knew, Qing Chen already understood a truth: a withdrawn fist is not for surrender, but for a better strike.

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Countdown 157:00:00.

Qing Chen slept for 10 hours, until he felt his energy fully restored.

Sitting up from the lounge chair, Zard and Huan Yu on his left and right were still fast asleep.

Zard’s head tilted, drool flowing onto his shirt collar, while Huan Yu lay on Qing Chen’s thigh, also drooling.

This should still be Xiao Yu.

Qing Chen couldn’t imagine Da Yu sleeping on his legs like this.

”Wake up,” Qing Chen patted the two of them.

”Wow, Boss, you’re awake!” Zard said: ”Boss Zheng asked me to tell you that he’s ready for you, you can go whenever you want. Also, the cafeteria’s special meals are open for free to all Time Travelers in City 10, you can eat whatever you want. What do you want to eat, I can get it for you! By the way, pack two portions of garlic-flavored crayfish for Xiao Yu using your name; he likes those!”

Xiao Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Qing Chen chuckled, amused by the whole situation.

”You can ask for whatever you want to eat, after eating deliver me a portion to the main teaching building,” Qing Chen stood up.

He arrived at the stepped classroom prepared by Kunlun for him, which was now refitted, with neat blackboard walls and 30-inch LCD screens hanging on the walls to the left and right of the classroom, exactly 640 pieces.

Lu Yuan waited, puzzledly looking at Qing Chen: ”Why do you need so many screens?”

”You’ll know in a moment,” Qing Chen said: ”Please sequentially number all screens from 1 to 640, and equip me with 8 people to control fast forward, pause, and replay functions, thank you.”

Saying this, Qing Chen walked alone to the last row of the stepped classroom and sat down: ”Start now.”

All 640 screens lit up, each screen showing surveillance footage, continuously playing at four times speed.

Qing Chen’s pupils narrowed, constantly recording each screen’s footage in his mind, then using his Memory Palace to analyze it.

”Start playback from 15 days ago.”

”Adjust screen number 611 to eight times speed.”

”Adjust screen number 127 to eight times speed.”

”Rewind screen number 531 by 48 hours.”

”Rewind screen number 137 by 48 hours.”

Time passed by minute by second.

Xiao Ying said beside him: ”None of these screens have shown mice, right? Aren’t we looking for mice? I’ve watched the screens Qing Chen rewound, and there’s no mice...”

Lu Yuan shook his head: ”Nothing can be seen yet, let’s wait; maybe Qing Chen has his own idea.”

At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly said: ”Pause screen number 137, the man in the brown coat inside the screen; he used to leave his home on time at 7 o’clock every day, take the light rail train on screen number 139, and go to work at the factory on screen number 631. However, starting from the 21st day, he never left home again, mark this down, he should have been killed by mice at home, that’s why he didn’t go to work.”