: Re-entering the Wreckage Area

That night, at 7:37 PM, one kilometer southeast of the Sunset District Museum.

Qiao Yuan had already arrived in the future and appeared beside the hunched-over, white-haired old woman.

As the lights came on in the windows of the alley, dark figures appeared one after another. Upon closer inspection, Qiao Yuan realized that they were all ordinary people, including some elderly people and children.

From a distance, it looks like a watcher, lurking in the dark alley with a touch of unease.

But in reality, they all had a look of unease and panic on their faces, as if they were afraid of something.

"Is it Ember that's arrived?"

"It doesn't look like it. That frog costume... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

"Sigh, but I'm still a little worried. After all, he's a hero of our Zijingwu."

"He's gotten himself into a lot of trouble this time, insisting on getting involved in the Black Crow Gang's theft. Whether Ember comes or not, he's unlikely to get through tonight unless he agrees to have a prosthetic implant..."

"With his personality, he'd rather die than live like that."

It seems that things are very different from Tu Shanlin's initial judgment, and it doesn't seem like a case of double-crossing.

But Tu Shanlin had only heard about it...

That means the media reports are distorting the truth and are clearly controlled by certain forces.

Hiss! He suddenly felt a chill.

Tu Shanlin just clearly stated that the Sunset District Museum was robbed in the morning, and then he encountered a double-cross, which sounds very reasonable.

The truth is likely that the hero of Zijingwu stopped the Black Crow Gang's thieves and was seriously injured in the process.

But that's not the most crucial point, nor is it some unknown secret.

What made him frown was that the Black Crow thieves were likely to be quite powerful, or perhaps had media insiders.

Based on the time of the incident, it is estimated that more than 12 hours have passed from morning to night.

A whole day has passed, and the hero of Zijingwu has not been captured and is still alive.

It can now be reasonably inferred that the Black Crow thieves must have had media contacts, but they probably don't have much influence. If they had some powerful backer, they would have probably razed this place to the ground in broad daylight.

This seems quite interesting.

It's likely that someone from the Black Crow Gang, an editor at a media outlet, is trying to smear this just ruling and divert public attention.

He continued walking and finally heard the words the white-haired old woman was murmuring.

"It's over, it's the Black Crow Gang, those damned beasts! Big Tiger, you have to hold on! Auntie's here, it's alright. These are all neighbors. If they dare to act recklessly, they'll be in big trouble."

The white-haired old woman, her back hunched, muttered to herself as she tightened her grip on the bamboo basket.

Qiao Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and quietly lifted the bamboo basket covered with black cloth, vaguely discovering that it contained bags of scarlet blood, in large quantities.

It seems those neighbors weren't lying; their hero of Zijingwu was indeed seriously injured.

However... he hadn't seen a single Bauhinia tree by now, which was quite amusing.

I had some impression of the Bauhinia tree when I was in junior high school. Since ancient times, it has symbolized brotherly unity and family harmony, and it has been quoted by poets such as Li Bai.

He couldn't help but think of the old Velen Chief Bar, located in the new Velen district.

There are some similarities here.

Qiao Yuan followed the white-haired old woman through many turns until they arrived at a clinic. The bright yellow, old-fashioned sign above the entrance, "Fu Lai Clinic," attracted many flying insects, which flickered occasionally.

The clinic was small, with only two children guarding the entrance warily with steel pipes in their hands.

"Do you think Uncle Tiger will die...? I'm so scared. Why doesn't Ember catch those bad guys?"

"Nonsense, Uncle Tiger is a great hero, he won't die," the little boy with a fake shaved head shook his head. "They all say that Ember is a tool for giant corporations, but I don't think so... I think most of the Ember members are still quite fair."

"I hope so. Why isn't Grandma Xiang back yet?" Another boy with a watermelon-shaped haircut had just spoken dejectedly when he turned around to look.

They saw Grandma Xiang, with her white hair, return one after the other, and their gloomy faces lit up with anticipation.

"Xiao Xuan, Xiao Wu, hurry up and go in," the old woman urged, then gave a wink to the young, black-haired, burly man practicing boxing opposite her.

The young, burly man nodded, glancing past Qiao Yuan's back and towards the direction where he and Tu Shanlin would come from in the future.

Qiao Yuan glanced at him and realized that this was a martial arts practitioner who had reached the third level of advancement.

He hesitated subconsciously because the opponent's boxing style showed traces of ancient martial arts!

If you can learn from others but don't, you'll be at a disadvantage.

Forget it, let's take a look at the heroes of Zijingwu first, and we can learn from them later.

He immediately went into the clinic and watched as the white-haired old woman took out blood bags one after another from the bamboo basket.

Beside the old woman was a small, brass-looking robot, about a meter tall, resembling a red fire hydrant by the roadside, with a very sensitive black ball bearing at its base.

At this moment, she was running back and forth in the clinic, deftly handing over scissors, IV bottles, disinfectant, and other items to help the old woman quickly process the blood plasma.

In front of the clinic are some medical equipment, which are quite complete, but they are all rather old.

The back room is a ward. There are three hospital beds on the left side against the wall, and four full-function massage chairs for intravenous drips on the right side.

I remember in the hospital in Huanxi Prefecture, there was a chair like this, which combined massage and holographic projection. It had robotic arms on both sides that could handle urination, intelligent feeding, drinking water, and retrieving objects, etc.

There are similar ones over there at the hospital bedside, which can intelligently solve the problem of defecation through a robotic arm, so that caregivers don't need to help them get up to go to the toilet.

As for odor control, air purifiers are sprayed in real time, demonstrating a high level of intelligence.

There is only one man lying here now, his whole body bathed in the white light shining on the hospital bed.

Qiao Yuan recognized that this was a light energy device used for sterilization, which could effectively reduce dust pollution in the air and the risk of infection from wounds.

But this thing can only be used to treat ordinary injuries. For injuries like the man in front of us, whose abdomen is covered in blood, whose thighs are torn open, and whose arm is broken, it won't be very useful. No wonder the old woman brought back a lot of blood.

The man looked to be in his forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and short, fluffy hair. He seemed to possess the aura of a fourth-level sublimation, but it was very faint at the moment.

Although the wound had been bandaged, his already sallow complexion still had a dark tinge, and his lips were even paler, clearly indicating excessive blood loss.

The fact that he wasn't taken to the hospital despite the severity of his condition struck him as odd, until he discovered a black leather bag under the hospital bed, about the size of a case of beer.

It didn't look very big, but the man seemed particularly concerned about it, glancing at it out of the corner of his eye from time to time.

I guess this is probably the result of a "double-cross". I see. But... it shouldn't be like this. Why didn't the other party hand it over? What's the point of keeping it by their side?

wrong!

If the black bag contained stolen artifacts, then both the museum and the authorities should have already taken action.

Zijingwu isn't far away. It's not like they've run away or a killer like Snake Man hiding away alone. This is clearly their home. How could they have survived until nightfall unscathed?

Qiao Yuan suddenly realized the essence of the problem!

Could it be that... the bag didn't contain any artifacts, which is why neither the museum, the Embers, nor the Black Crow Gang came to visit?

It's as if this never happened.

If it wasn't a stolen cultural relic, then what could it be? He felt it was still shrouded in mystery.

This man, considered a hero, lost an arm and suffered a serious abdominal injury, yet no one cared about the purse he had retrieved. Isn't that too abstract?

Qiao Yuan didn't move for the time being. At this moment, Grandma Xiang took the purified blood bottle and began to give the man a blood transfusion.

"Thanks, Auntie... Please don't touch that purse. I'll handle it myself once it's restored."

Grandma Xiang shook her head slightly: "Sigh, why are you doing this to yourself? Your father was involved with the Black Crow Gang back then... Never mind, two strangers just came by. They don't seem like bad people, but we don't know what they're here for. Let's be careful..."

"These type O blood types should be a match, but you absolutely refuse to go to the hospital, so I have no choice but to try anything. Sigh, just like your father."

"It's alright," the man grinned. "Those bastards from the Black Crow Gang won't come. The Sunset Times' report is just an excuse for them..."

"Unless they want to be exposed, don't worry, this is all over. I know you don't understand, but this time, I have a clear conscience."

Qiao Yuan listened quietly. Although he was still quite enigmatic, one could sense a hint of pride in the man.

It was like saving something.

Never mind, once I opened the purse, all my confusion was cleared up.

He was about to make a move, but then stopped.

Through the window of the ward, Qiao Yuan saw himself and Tu Shanlin gradually approaching, and nothing happened along the way.

Although the local residents were wary, they weren't bad people, but they definitely mistook them for bad people and kept observing and guessing.

In an instant, he saw Tu Shanlin leap up and land on the second floor opposite the ward.

This action surprised Grandma Xiang, the man, and the other neighbors, including the children.

Wait a minute, the future developments shown here are things that would normally happen.

If he takes out his black leather bag now, it will disrupt this course of events.

"Who are you?!"

While giving her mother-in-law a blood transfusion, she stared intently at Tu Shanlin, her eyes flashing with a sharp edge.

Tu Shanlin looked on strangely, his nostrils twitching slightly, his golden eyes gradually narrowing: "How come there's the aura of a monster egg here? Where are the stolen artifacts?"

Her voice suddenly changed the expression of the man on the hospital bed, and Grandma Xiang was also taken aback.

Even Qiao Yuan felt a sudden jolt in his heart, as if a tidal wave had been stirred within him.

Yes, Tu Shanlin has extremely strong perception and sense of smell, and he would never speak unless he was certain.

In other words, the other party has realized that the black leather case does not contain cultural relics, but monster eggs!

Holy crap! What's going on?

The black leather bag must have been stolen by this man from the Black Crow Gang. He probably initially thought it was an artifact stolen by the Black Crow Gang.

So he did everything in his power, even if it meant losing an arm, to try and salvage the museum's reputation.

But it's actually not a cultural relic at all...

While pondering, Qiao Yuan suddenly had a bold guess: was it possible that the Black Crow Gang members weren't going to steal anything, but rather to place some monster eggs to carry out some kind of plan?

Then, he was discovered by a man on the way, which led to a fierce battle. He was eventually injured but managed to snatch the egg. After stumbling back to Zijingwu, he discovered that it was a monster egg.

Because these are all neighbors, they didn't deal with them immediately, or perhaps they thought they could keep them to sell later, so they've been stored away until now.

The Black Crow Gang probably didn't manage to take it back because they were afraid the situation would escalate and ruin their plans.

His reasoning makes sense.

Just as Granny Xiang was about to say something, the man interrupted her: "Who are you?"

"Me?" Tu Shanlin hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage and said, "You...you can call me Frog Hero. I'm here to investigate a case."

Qiao Yuan watched from the side and couldn't help but laugh.

really cute.

There's an indescribable cuteness to it; it's clearly a fox but insists on using the title of a frog.

"Frog Hero, huh..." the man gasped, "There's no sign of any scanning equipment, yet you detected the monster egg solely by smell. And your voice is so young... you must be from a noble or aristocratic family..."

"Alright, if you don't mind, you can come in for a chat..." the man said, before suddenly convulsing violently.

The white-haired woman looked flustered and immediately said anxiously, "What happened? Aren't we both blood type O? I've spent almost all my savings, Jenny wouldn't lie to me, no! Oh no! My nephew!"

Grandma Xiang was so anxious that tears streamed down her face. In a flurry of activity, she watched helplessly as the man's skin turned red, he had difficulty breathing, and even began to foam at the mouth.

At that moment, Tu Shanlin and his future self had just entered the clinic when the children and the burly men practicing boxing also arrived, anxious but unsure of what to do.

"Uncle Tiger!"

"What's wrong with Uncle Tiger?"

The children were crying and screaming, filled with terror, unable to accept the scene before them.

The burly man was also in a state of panic and shouted to the old woman, "Call 120 quickly!"

Tu Shanlin felt a pang of pity and took out a blue pill from his pocket, handing it over: "It's probably an allergic reaction. Just give it to him and he'll be fine."

Grandma Xiang didn't believe Tu Shanlin, but the situation was extremely urgent. Even if she called 120, it probably wouldn't be in time, since she was a doctor herself.

At this moment, she remembered what Tiger had mentioned earlier: this girl might come from a noble or aristocratic family. If that was the case, then the medicine might really work. There was no other way but to give it a try.

Qiao Yuan shook his head slightly. Tu Shanlin was indeed very kind. Fortunately, she was a noble lady and was wearing a gemstone necklace that distorted the magnetic field.

Otherwise, such a simple nature is often a disaster in this era.

The two children and the man practicing martial arts around the hospital bed were all watching Grandma Xiang nervously as she quickly stuffed the blue pills into the man's mouth.

The man with the messy hair, who had been convulsing violently and struggling to breathe, gradually calmed down, and all his allergy symptoms disappeared.

Grandma Xiang burst into tears of joy, and the two children laughed happily. They turned to Tu Shanlin and sincerely thanked her, saying, "Thank you, big sister! So you weren't bad people after all. Please sit down."

The burly man practicing boxing, who had initially been wary of Tu Shanlin and Qiao Yuan, now showed more respect for them.

Tu Shanlin's cheeks were flushed under the hood. Although he did not respond, he was smiling slightly.

The man who had recovered in the hospital bed also looked at her with gratitude, and said breathlessly, "I, Li Chonghu, will remember your life-saving grace."

After taking a deep breath, Li Chonghu continued, "The black bag under the bed does indeed contain monster eggs, from the Black Crow Gang. I initially thought they were artifacts, but after the conflict with them, I was seriously injured and didn't check them immediately..."

"I was thinking of exchanging the money once I recovered to buy some martial arts potions for these children..."

"If you need clues about the Black Crow Gang, I can provide them, but there are a lot of them. I don't recommend that you two go there. It's better not to get involved in this mess."

Li Chonghu said with a hint of pride, "Although I was seriously injured this time, I thwarted their plan, haha. They wanted to create a disaster in the museum, and there will definitely be heavy casualties. Those beasts."

Tu Shanlin gradually realized what was going on, and his eyes showed more admiration: "You are so brave."

"Hahaha, this is nothing. Anyway, I already have a grudge against those guys from the Black Crow Gang."

Qiao Yuan saw that it was about time to return to reality; a quarter of an hour had passed.

Although there was still a quarter of an hour left, the young, muscular man practicing boxing was still at the clinic and probably wouldn't be going back to practice anytime soon, so his plan to learn from him had fallen through.

Fortunately, he still has one more time to enter the timeline. Let's see what happens when he gets to the clinic in reality.

Qiao Yuan thought for a moment, then returned to reality.

Before them lay a dark alleyway lit by lamplight, and he walked side by side with Tu Shanlin.

If he didn't have the ability to foresee the future, and if he weren't with Tu Shanlin, he would never have come to a place like this so easily.

After faintly overhearing the neighbors' discussions on the way, Tu Shanlin muttered to himself, "Looks like I've made a new discovery. Um, can you see the road clearly?"

"Not bad," Qiao Yuan smiled, and then saw a burst of white light emanating from the little fox's hand.

It wasn't until tonight that he learned that Tu Shanlin was a light sequence, which actually matched his long-cherished wish to be a hero.

He smiled, his eyes narrowing, "Thank you, Lin."

Although the military training lasted six days, he knew nothing about the advancement sequence of most of his classmates and had only come into contact with Charlie and a few others.

Tu Shanlin's cheeks flushed red, and he stammered, "No, you're the one who helped me the most."

Qiao Yuan smiled but didn't say anything. He continued walking with Tu Shanlin and gradually arrived near the clinic. Just like in the premonition, Tu Shanlin suddenly jumped upstairs and began to talk to Li Chonghu.

He had been observing from the sidelines the whole time, and there was really no need for him to chime in.

Afterwards, he and Tu Shanlin went into the clinic and repeated the process of saving the person.

At this moment, Li Chonghu spoke up: "I have no way to repay your life-saving grace. If you don't mind, please accept this bag of monster eggs. They are very valuable."

He immediately asked Aunt Xiang to take out the black bag, open it, and show it to Tu Shanlin and Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan then discovered that the bag contained what looked like a refrigerator from the time when the bearded man had been there. Inside were about forty or fifty white monster eggs, each about the size of an egg, and they exuded a strong spiritual aura.

Tu Shanlin shook his head: "Ah, no need, I'm not doing this for the money."

Li Chonghu smiled and said, "I know that you must be rich with such abilities, but good people deserve good rewards, so please accept this."

He then added, "Take it. If you mind that it's a monster egg, I can have Xiaotian exchange it for money for you, but it might take some time if you're not in a hurry to leave."

Li Chonghu's voice was extremely sincere, as if he couldn't wait to get up and help Tu Shanlin exchange the money himself.

Tu Shanlin pondered for a moment and said, "No need to trouble yourself, I'll just take him with me. Take good care of yourself and get some rest."

Seeing this, Li Chonghu couldn't help but say reassuringly, "You truly deserve the demeanor of a great hero. If you ever need my help in the future, please do so at your discretion."

"As long as I am alive, I will come to help whenever it is a matter of justice."

"If you ever encounter any trouble in the future, you can always come to our Zijingwu." Li Chonghu said, then looked at Qiao Yuan: "The same goes for this young friend. You can always come to me. We are always welcome to both of you here."

He murmured from the bottom of his heart, his eyes filled with joy, and then asked Aunt Xiang to hand out his contact information to Tu Shanlin and Qiao Yuan one after another.

Qiao Yuan was slightly surprised. He hadn't done anything; he had just been following Tu Shanlin around.

Tu Shanlin nodded slightly, and after receiving Li Chonghu's contact information, he also took out a business card and handed it over: "This is mine. Um, I'm leaving now."

"Alright, I'll accept it." Li Chonghu then turned to the burly young man practicing boxing and said, "Xiao Tian, ​​please see these two off for me, and also tell the neighbors that if they come again, they shouldn't be treated like outsiders."

The burly man practicing boxing nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Uncle Tiger." After saying that, he respectfully addressed Tu Shanlin and Qiao Yuan: "Please, gentlemen."

On the way out, the two children followed happily, calling out "Big Brother" and "Big Sister".

They're being treated like heroes.

The gazes of the neighbors through those windows softened, and they became less wary.

Qiao Yuan was fine, but he could sense that Tu Shanlin's steps were noticeably lighter.

Although he didn't say anything because of Xiaotian's presence, he must have been very happy.

After leaving Zijingwu, Tu Shanlin, carrying a black leather bag, muttered to him, "This... I... I can't take it home. Do you want it?"

"Me?" Qiao Yuan was taken aback.

He wouldn't normally need it, but wait, he can go to the wreckage area to exchange for Night Stones!

Make big!

Qiao Yuan smiled and accepted the document: "Okay, I'll handle it. Let's not go to the Black Crow Gang."

The little fox was naturally very shy, so there was no need for him to make excuses.

Tu Shanlin listened and obediently nodded: "Okay, I'm going home."

Qiao Yuan nodded slightly: "I'm going home too. See you at school tomorrow."

"..." Tu Shanlin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

On the way, Qiao Yuan became happier and happier.

This huge bag of monster eggs, brimming with spiritual energy, is all top-quality monster essence, far superior to any potions or anything like that.

If we don't get enough exposure tonight, we can put on masks and enter the wreckage area tomorrow morning.

it's time.

Qiao Yuan grinned broadly. Tu Shanlin was truly his lucky star, indirectly helping him a great deal.