"But the people from the Zhang family died in the same place, and their souls were gone."
"The souls were gone?" Zhang Hao asked in surprise. "Yes." Yan Jun nodded, "I guess you discovered it on the scene, there was no soul, nothing. Their souls seemed to be taken to another place at the moment when their lives ended."
In other words, Zhang Tiantian's magic circle was a tool to help the real murderer behind the scenes collect souls. "Didn't even find those souls in the underworld?" Zhang Hao asked.
Yan Jun sighed: "In fact, this is not the first similar incident that has happened recently. Similar things have also happened in other places, and the soul has disappeared without a trace. The underworld has put in a lot of effort to find it, but they all have returned in vain."
Even Yan Jun has no choice... This matter is probably really serious. Zhang Hao took a deep breath and asked, "What should I do next?"
Yan Jun pondered for a moment and said, "No, I will ask someone to continue investigating this matter. Even I can't find those souls, which means that the real murderer behind the scenes is not in this world now."
"Not in this world? How is this possible--" Zhang Hao subconsciously retorted. But when he saw Yan Jun’s serious expression, he suddenly realized that the other party was not joking.
"Is the murderer in this world?" Zhang Hao murmured to himself, "What does this sentence mean?"
Yan Jun looked at him and said slowly, "Do you still remember the Han Umbrella incident? He traveled seven hundred years ago and sent your current business card."
Zhang Hao nodded: "I have been thinking about how to do that..."
"If someone could open the door of time and space?" Yan Jun's words hit Zhang Hao's heart like a heavy hammer, making his mind tremble. "You...you mean, those souls are...no?" Zhang Hao's voice trembled a little.
Yan Jun said in a deep voice: "If that person is allowed to continue to be strong, he will eventually break through the limitations of time and space. By that time, we will really be powerless to turn things around!"
Even Yan Jun said such words! Zhang Hao took a step back, reached out and scratched his head, silently not speaking.
Yan Jun looked at the silent Zhang Hao and asked again, "What are you going to do?"
Zhang Hao smiled bitterly, "What can I do? I am just a mortal, with a slight word. I don't have any decision-making power in the underworld, so of course I will do whatever Yan Jun asked me to do."
Yan Jun stared at Zhang Hao's face for a long time, and suddenly started to laugh. He patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder and said, "Are you angry?"
Zhang Hao immediately retorted, "I dare not." But his tone seemed a little stiff, "I don't think I have hidden anything from you, but what about you? If anything happens, I just leave a few words and ask me to do as you order. I will do what you said, so you don't have to ask what I mean."
Since the Yin Si wants an obedient puppet, he will do it. As for things like heart-to-heart talk, it’s better to avoid it.
Yan Jun laughed even happier when he heard this: "It really makes people feel a little uncomfortable when a big man makes a fuss."
Zhang Hao frowned: "Do you know what he is saying?"
Yan Jun smiled: "Don't bother what I said, my sincerity has been given to you. If I don't believe you, how could I hand over the cold umbrella to you?"
Zhang Hao was stunned: "Did you know that the cold umbrella will be used by the people behind the scenes, so he deliberately left him?"
Yan Jun nodded: "This is the other party's warning and the clue they gave us. They have been avoiding us, but they have revealed some flaws from time to time. At that time, I couldn't figure out what they wanted to do, and told you rashly that you were afraid that you would think too much, and that you would be confused. So let you check and play by yourself first, now I can tell you everything."
Yan Jun patted Zhang Hao's shoulder, and the expression in his eyes was unprecedentedly serious: "Zhang Hao, I trust you. I know you are different from other secrets. You are flesh and blood, and you are a living person. And, He is a great man."
Zhang Hao smiled bitterly: "Are you planning to kidnap me with morality?"
Yan Jun smiled and said, "No need to kidnap, you will be angry because I did not allow you to participate in this matter fully. Now I give you this right, and I will tell you any news in the future. If the murderer behind the scenes really succeeds, no matter whether it is the underworld or the human world, or even the gods in the sky, they will suffer. At present, no matter how capable we are, we cannot break through the time limit."
Zhang Hao is very clear about this. Since a long time ago, when technology began to develop rapidly, some people have proposed the concept of "time machine". They have very romantic ideas, but until now, this dream has not come true. Except for those ghosts and gods who can use heaven-defying magic, ordinary people cannot even surpass the speed of light.
If that person really lives in a four-dimensional space and can control time freely, what are they? Could it be just fish on the chopping board?
Zhang Hao had a faint premonition in his heart. The feeling was indescribable, but it was extremely strong. He always felt that the person would not choose to destroy this world, but would rather regard this world as a cage and play with it at will. He must not be allowed to succeed, Zhang Hao secretly vowed in his heart. "What should I do?" Zhang Hao's voice was filled with a hint of confusion and determination.
Yan Jun gave an answer almost instantly: "Han Umbrella, the key is Han Umbrella. He is the only person we know who has a direct connection with this matter. Since they sent this clue to us, we cannot give up easily. We must find a way to restore the Han Umbrella to memory!"
Zhang Hao frowned, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart: "They can obviously act in secret, but let us know... Could it be that person's game has begun now?" Yan Jun did not answer directly, but just patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder, then turned around and left, leaving Zhang Hao alone in his heart.
Zhang Hao sat down slowly, covered his face with his hands, and everything that had just happened echoed in his mind. He had to admit that he had always lacked a sense of belonging to the world, and always felt like he was carrying the pressure of the system, completing one task after another, and defeating one boss after another. If he could complete the final task, he might be able to receive some kind of reward, such as returning to the world he once knew.
He never revealed this idea to anyone, it was a secret in his heart. However, the reality is so cruel that the world is about to face destruction. Is that person who controls the Gate of Time and Space the ultimate boss? Why did he suddenly appear? Why didn't the system give him any tasks? Could it be that this matter has nothing to do with him?
Even if this world collapses, does it have nothing to do with him? Zhang Hao asked himself repeatedly in his heart. He sat in Yan Jun's office for a long time before slowly standing up. The moment he stood up, he suddenly felt that his body was extremely heavy, not the kind of heaviness he was sick, but the fatigue deep in his soul.
Is this responsibility false? No, Zhang Hao denied this idea in his heart. As Yan Jun said, he is a flesh-and-blood person. He himself doesn't know whether he is a good person, but he will never stand idly by.
The so-called sense of belonging may be just a shackle he set for himself. Once you wake up, everything will be solved. Zhang Hao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
When Fatty Wang saw Zhang Hao, he talked endlessly about his experience: "You don't know, how long I've been questioned by the police! This time you have to act with me and don't let me do it alone! It's too embarrassing! Also, salary must rise! It must rise! Did you hear it!"
Zhang Hao looked at Fatty Wang's exaggerated expression and movements, and couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart. He knew that although Fatty Wang didn't look straight, he could always give him strength at critical moments.
At this time, Hao Xie also came over and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Haven't you gone to the underworld? What happened?"
Zhang Hao smiled bitterly. He really didn't know how to talk about this, so he had to lie casually: "It's nothing, there are a lot of things happening recently, so he might be a little tired."
Hao Xie nodded and did not continue to ask questions. Fatty Wang patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder with a laugh and said in that natural tone: "We know you have a lot of things to do, but you have to remember that we are in the same group as you. If you have something you can't handle, remember to tell your buddy in time. If you have your own ideas in your heart, then don't worry about doing it. No matter what, our brothers will take care of you in the back!"
After saying that, Fatty Wang hummed a song and returned to his room like a peacock. This person is always like this, making people unable to see his true thoughts at a glance, but at critical moments, his words can always make people full of power.
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Zhang Hao returned to his room and began to think about this matter seriously. He was originally just a man from the ancient business, so he opened a corpse-driving inn, occasionally taking orders and living a leisurely life. However, now, the responsibilities on him are getting heavier and he can no longer sit idly by.
At this moment, a knock came from outside the door. "Who?" Zhang Hao asked vigilantly.
"It's me, Han Umbrella." The sound of Han Umbrella came from outside the door.
As soon as he heard the name of Han Umbrella, Zhang Hao couldn't help but think of the words he heard in the underworld, and his headache was about to break. This person remembers nothing and knows nothing. It is harder to dig out some information from him than to reach the sky. "Come in, remember to close the door." Zhang Hao rubbed his temples and tried to keep himself awake.
Han umbrella pushed the door and knelt directly in front of Zhang Hao as soon as they met. This action scared Zhang Hao: "What are you doing!"
Hanshan raised his head, his eyes full of helplessness and confusion: "Every time I see your solemn expression when you come back, I know that something big must have happened again. This big thing may have something to do with me, but I know you can't help me. I can't remember those things myself, so I won't force you to ask you again. Don't worry."
When Zhang Hao heard Han Umbrella say this, he felt a sense of emotion in his heart. He knew that losing memory was undoubtedly a huge pain for Han Umbrella. I don’t know where I come from, where I’m going, or even who I am. This feeling of powerlessness is unbearable to anyone.
Hanshan was entangled for a long time before she decided to tell Zhang Hao what she thought: "I may have been used by some people, but I don't know who used me. If you really want to know something about me, you might as well go to the place where I first appeared to check it."
This is the first time Hanshan has taken the initiative to provide information on this aspect, and Zhang Hao was excited: "Where did you say?"
"In Yangzhou. When I woke up, I saw the name of a train station, which was shown on it." Hanshan's voice was a little uncertain.
Since this is the first memory of Han Umbrella, it is very likely that relevant clues can be found there. Zhang Hao had already made a decision in his heart: "Then let's set off to Yangzhou immediately. If there are really clues over there, I will bring the clues back this time no matter what."
"Do you need to bring other people with you?" Hanshan asked.
Zhang Hao shook his head: "No, I'll take you there myself. I don't want them to know about this for the time being."
"Okay." Han umbrella replied concisely.
Han umbrella returned to the room and changed into clothes, and followed Zhang Hao out quietly. When he went out, he couldn't help but look back and saw Fatty Wang standing next to the windowsill on the second floor of the inn, staring at the direction they left with a serious expression. However, when his eyes touched the cold umbrella, Fatty Wang smiled softly and returned to his untrue appearance.
This seems to be Fatty Wang's mask, and it seems to be his disguise. Zhang Hao sighed in his heart, and then embarked on a journey to Yangzhou with a cold umbrella.
"Fatty Wang found out that we were leaving." Han umbrella said softly.
Zhang Hao nodded: "They all know, but I don't say it, they won't ask on their own initiative. Let's go."
"Sometimes I really feel that you are too tacit, and it seems that no one can get close to you anymore." Hanshan sighed.
Zhang Hao smiled and said, "I know what you mean by this inn. But you can feel a sense of belonging in this inn. To be honest, I thought so when I first met their trio. Those three people have been together for too many years, and they can't be integrated into it after just two days of playing with them. Later, I followed them many times, and the relationship became a little closer. And if you think back, do you feel completely different now and when you first came to this inn?"
After Zhang Hao said this, Han Umbrella thought about it carefully and seemed like this was true. (This chapter ends)