Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1878: Chapter 980: A Note (2)

At that moment, he was still the selfish youth, the world had never given him gifts, and he had no intention of reciprocating.

A few bandits came over laughing, dragging the legs of seven corpses, forcibly pulling them in front of the workers: ”This is the consequence of trying to escape, understand?”

The bandits brought some wooden stakes and hung the seven corpses on them: ”Look at them closely, and then think about whether you should try to escape.”

When the bodies were hung up, a black wallet fell out of one of the corpses’ pants pockets. A bandit opened the wallet and found red banknotes inside. They hadn’t seen this currency before, so they took the bills and threw the wallet on the ground.

Qing Chen was stunned for a moment. He didn’t recognize this wallet, but the banknotes were in RMB, so the wallet must have been taken from him by the villager.

Before the bandits left, they dragged away fifteen or sixteen young girls from the workers, pulling them towards the deeper parts of the village.

Qing Chen made a move, then held back.

A woman rushed over, crying and hugging the bandit’s leg: ”My daughter is still a child, please don’t bully her.”

A bandit kicked her to the ground, sneering: ”We like children the most.”

Qing Chen turned his head, unable to bear watching any longer.

After the bandits left, he silently went over to retrieve his wallet, opened it and looked inside. There was his second-generation ID card and a black China Merchants Bank card.

Finally, there was a piece of paper.

On the piece of paper was Morse code composed of dots and dashes.

Qing Chen was stunned as he looked at the Morse code.

In just an instant, a sea of fire suddenly appeared in his mind, the roaring flames illuminating the night sky of Laojun Mountain.

Crying voices and fleeing students appeared one by one. Qing Chen stood among them, watching the surging memories appear. It seemed like these were things he had indeed experienced.

For some reason, he felt a trace of sadness in his heart, turning his head to see that in the flames of memory, Kunlun members were tapping out Morse code: No regrets in this life, take care.

Qing Chen watched silently, unsure of what he was thinking.

In the next moment, the sea of fire vanished, and the trace of sadness gradually faded with the flow of time.

However, an overwhelming tide of rats rushed forward.

In front of him was a building, countless rats stacking on top of each other, about to reach the rooftop.

On the rooftop was the familiar Iodophor.

This time, Qing Chen was no longer an observer of memories from Laojun Mountain, but present in the moment.

Qing Chen forced a smile and waved to greet the rooftop, where Iodophor pointed towards the rat tide behind them and then waved... it was as if he was telling Qing Chen to leave.

Qing Yi watched this scene in a daze.

”Sir!” Qing Yi shouted, ”I know you don’t like to hear this now, I know you ordered them into danger, I know you want to recklessly die with them, I heard from Zhang Mengchan, he said you’ve been feeling guilty lately, even punishing yourself by sleepless nights. But sir, your death means nothing at this moment!”

Qing Yi followed beside Qing Chen, looking at Qing Chen’s dazed expression, his tone growing heavier: ”Sir, Iodophor surely has a way to bring back what you want to the Outer World. They’ve completed their mission, but have you completed yours? Sir, you have to leave now!”

Iodophor stood at the edge of the rooftop, tapping the sky gently with his fingers, speaking in Morse code.

Then he stood up straight and gave Qing Chen a precise salute.

Go.

Go.

Go, for this is the honor of a soldier.

Sitting in the little village in Mexico, Qing Chen suddenly realized why he always felt like he lost something after waking up.

Because he had forgotten some profound moments, forgotten some unforgettable people.

A piece of paper pulled him back into the memories of Kunlun members’ sacrifices.

It turns out, he had already... experienced so many things.

Earlier, everything seemed dreamlike and bizarre to Qing Chen.

But now, he suddenly wanted to regain those memories.

Qing Chen slowly stood up, walked over to help the Mexican woman, and with broken Spanish said, ”Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

At that moment, it felt as if he had returned to his first kill on Laojun Mountain.

Qing Chen didn’t know what kind of strength he possessed now, nor what he had sealed away, nor if he could kill so many bandits.

But it didn’t matter.

The woman held onto him and said, ”Don’t go, it won’t do any good.”

Qing Chen smiled and removed his face mask: ”Even if it won’t help, I still have to go.”

With that, he walked towards the direction of the bonfire.

A sentry on the tower saw his suspicious movements and immediately opened fire.

But just as he pulled the trigger, he realized the target in his sight had already disappeared.

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The bandits dragged more than a dozen girls to the bonfire, laughing and saying: ”Boss, there’s no other entertainment here, so these girls are here to amuse you.”

A black man asked: ”What was that gunshot just now?”

”Some workers tried to escape, shot them all,” a bandit explained, ”We pay serious attention to your orders, no one will get out.”

Someone nearby said, ”By the way, some banknotes fell out of his pocket, but we’ve never seen it before, don’t know what currency it is, boss, do you recognize it?”