Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 340: 262. Wait for me to come back.

“Why are you willing to help us in the Inner World?” Qing Chen asked.

Zheng Yuandong said, “You are Time Travelers and also citizens of our country, just like when you are abroad, the embassy still tries their best to protect you, Kunlun will do the same.”

Qing Chen thought for a moment and asked, “So if we encounter danger, can you protect us?”

Zheng Yuandong nodded, “Yes.”

Qing Chen said, “Then could you help us protect Zhang Cheng… cough, never mind.”

Nan Gengchen screamed internally, realizing that Qing Chen not only planned to freeload off the Li Family’s nanny car but also intended to use Kunlun to make money!

However, Qing Chen ultimately didn’t say it after all, considering it inappropriate to exploit a bug when someone was sincerely offering help.

At that moment, Qing Chen asked, “Mr. Zheng, didn’t you plan to ask anything during your visit here?”

“No,” replied Zheng Yuandong as he turned to walk away. “The most important thing this time was to say thanks, thank you for seeking revenge for the wrench and Hawthorn.”

This sentence meant that Zheng Yuandong had confirmed him to be the assassin on Laojun Mountain.

The first formal conversation between Zheng Yuandong and Qing Chen focused on nothing more than trivial matters.

But the messages Zheng Yuandong revealed made Qing Chen deep in thought.

Kunlun now strictly demands consistency and discipline from its internal members, while maintaining an open attitude externally, allowing Time Travelers to exist independently of Kunlun.

This was like someone who is outwardly gentle but inwardly rigid, affable on the surface yet firm in principle.

At least up until now, Qing Chen had no bad feelings towards Kunlun; everything they did was as said without deceit.

After Zheng Yuandong left, Qing Chen quietly entered Yue Er’s home.

This time, there was a letter beside Yue Er’s pillow.

He unfolded it and glanced at it, the message was simple: You don’t need to act tomorrow night, but you must stay at home.

The letter didn’t reveal how the other party would act; he could only guess the approximate time.

Qing Chen sneered.

On the fourth day after his return, his routine continued unchanged; he trained physically with Hu Xiaoniu, Nan Gengchen, and Zhang Tianzhen, his demeanor as calm as if he had never received that letter.

He attended classes during the day, and returned home at night with Nan Gengchen.

Qing Chen didn’t even tell anyone that Huan Yu might act tonight, nor did he warn Liu Dezhu.

Only upon reaching home did Nan Gengchen cautiously asked, “Brother Chen, you’ve seemed eerily calm today, is something going to happen?”

Qing Chen, with his eyes closed, said nothing.

He just waited quietly.

At midnight, while still at home, Nan Gengchen curiously asked, “Brother Chen, you’ve been sitting here motionless for several hours, what is going on?”

“It’s nothing,” Qing Chen said calmly, rising to go to Yue Er’s house again.

Another letter appeared beside the pillow: “You are trustworthy, and it impresses me. Tomorrow night I will give you instructions.”

This was just a test, the Devil’s Stamp holder Huan Yu wanted to see if Qing Chen would really betray for the Genetic Potion.

Qing Chen knew this was a test. A life full of conspiracy and distrust, how could one easily trust another and reveal crucial information?

Therefore, Qing Chen didn’t tell anyone about today’s events.

Because he knew that nothing would happen tonight, and the other party didn’t truly plan to act this evening.

Plus, Huan Yu didn’t know that Qing Chen was so calm because even if that person acted tonight, Liu Dezhu wouldn’t necessarily be at a disadvantage.

Liu Dezhu was a C-Class, the most explosive Fire Element Awakener, who generally wouldn’t be at a disadvantage against most Time Travelers.

That was the confidence Qing Chen had.

Qing Chen calmly replied in a letter: “I did as you said, where is the Genetic Potion I wanted?”

Huan Yu replied: “What’s the rush? I didn’t bring the Genetic Potion with me, I need another cross-over to get it for you, right? Besides, you need to finish this task for me first.”

Qing Chen replied: “Once I’m done with this as you said, if you don’t provide the Genetic Potion as agreed, I will kill you.”

After waiting thirty minutes, Huan Yu didn’t reply anymore.

If instructions are coming tomorrow night, then action might be the day after.

At this point, Qing Chen finally relaxed, returned to his own bedroom, and lay down, seriously scouring his own memory.

Huan Yu, wanting to make sure he obediently stayed home, certainly needed someone to surveil him.

This was the second mistake the opponent would make tonight, because Huan Yu didn’t know that Qing Chen possessed powerful counter-surveillance capabilities, able to retrieve memories to find clues.

That illusory memory flickered like a slideshow, from dawn to dusk.

Qing Chen’s mind was like a still camera, watching the sunrise and set.

Just like the ocean’s tide rising and falling.

“Found it,” Qing Chen opened his eyes.

All day today, a middle-aged man had appeared in his memory three times, very cautious and seemingly possessing certain investigative skills.

Appearing thrice might be a coincidence, but Qing Chen had never encountered this man in the first 17 years of his life, yet recently he appeared three times. That in itself was a problem.

Qing Chen got up to drink water in the living room.

All day, he had been on edge, relaxing only after catching the middle-aged man.

Hadn’t he provoked Huan Yu in the group precisely for this moment?

“Brother Chen, what exactly did you find?” Nan Gengchen asked curiously.

“Nothing. Did anyone speak in He Xiaoxiao’s group?” Qing Chen asked.

“No, mostly everyone chats frantically right after returning, and then in the following days, very few speak,” Nan Gengchen said while tapping on his phone.

Qing Chen returned to the bedroom, starting his sniper training for the day. He aimed to shift the target to 1000 meters that night.

While he was training, he suddenly heard the ping of a message on his phone in the Mysterious World.

Strange, who would message so late?

Qing Chen opened his eyes and saw He Xiaoxiao’s message in the group suddenly appear: “Tonight a group member contacted me, mentioning that Los Angeles City might witness a violent event the day after tomorrow. Friends in the group, please be aware and secure your doors and windows before sleep.”

Qing Chen frowned. Who had sent this message to He Xiaoxiao? Li Si? Yue Er? Or someone else?

If the timing is the day after tomorrow, it coincides precisely with the movement of the Devil’s Stamp holder.

So, it was very likely someone who had received a letter was tipping off.

This matter and those Qing Chen had to face were probably the same issue.

And He Xiaoxiao, in order to protect the informant’s information, chose to help them remain anonymous, and she did it very subtly too.

At that moment, everyone in the group became anxious. Whatever had caused He Xiaoxiao to suddenly issue a warning must be extremely important and dangerous, and more than half of the group members had already arrived in Los Angeles City.

Perhaps all would be entangled in this crisis.

The atmosphere in the group grew heavy, Qing Chen staring at the screen, Huan Yu all the while not uttering a single word.

Standoff.

Just then, Nan Gengchen suddenly sent a link in He Xiaoxiao’s group chat.

Everyone looked closely, and emblazoned on the link were the words: “I found a great deal on Pinduoduo, come help me slash the price!”

Liu Dezhu: “…”

He Xiaoxiao: “…”

Changling King: “…”

Huan Yu: “…”

In such a serious group chat, Nan Gengchen had posted such an unserious link, throwing everyone off.

Suddenly, it felt like everyone had come into the group for a serious reason, except this person named ‘A Little Duckie’ who seemed to be playing a joke…

Some clicked on the link wanting to check the shopper’s information, where one could only see the ID ‘A Little Duckie’ and the same avatar, but no other details about the shopper.

The Kyushu members in the group could use Pinduoduo’s order details to check user information, but they already knew Nan Gengchen’s identity—it was an open card to them.

Others dared not click the link, fearing it might be some Trojan virus, revealing their personal identity information upon opening.

Lu Ya coldly stated, “Group master, let’s kick out this ‘A Little Duckie’.”

However, it seemed as if He Xiaoxiao pretended not to see Lu Ya’s comment, responding to nothing.

The group realized then—the ‘A Little Duckie’ must be of some significant importance; otherwise, why would He Xiaoxiao tolerate him posting such trivial links in the group?

Qing Chen walked to the living room and after a long silent moment told Nan Gengchen, “How about I slash you instead?”

Nan Gengchen weakly replied, “I saw we were out of tissues at home, was planning to buy a couple packs…”

Qing Chen didn’t say much else but turned and left for Yao Yao’s home. He wanted to see how the Devil’s Stamp holder would react to He Xiaoxiao’s warning in the group.

Perhaps delaying their action or putting it off.

However, Yao Yao’s bed was eerily empty, as if the other party didn’t care and made no plans to change their course of action.

Qing Chen, furrowing his brows, moved aside the neatly folded quilt on Yao Yao’s bed, wanting to check if the letter appeared in another location.

Just then, Qing Chen suddenly found that next to the line he had engraved on the white wall beside the bed, a new line had appeared.

He had carved, “Flocks of sheep and herds of cows, only the ferocious tiger walks alone”—words from his loneliest moments while living alone.

Beneath this line, Yao Yao had engraved in elegant script: “Wait for me to return.”

Qing Chen raised his eyebrows, seeing this sentence for the second time now.

After a long silence, Qing Chen replaced the quilt exactly as he remembered it, even restoring the folds in the fabric.