Flowers in full bloom [Through the book, I became the favorite of the dark group]

Chapter 469: Portrait of the Master in the Room; Return; Year-old Crow

Unexpectedly warm.

This room is not big, only about ten square meters.

Alloy windows, beige puppy curtains.

There was a two-meter double bed by the window. It was covered with dust, and the bedspread still had the pattern of the cute puppy on the curtains.

The cabinet beside the bed is equipped with night lights, bookshelves, vases, light screen connectors, etc., giving it a strong sense of life.

The bookshelf is empty, but the red roses in the vase are alive.

That's not a real rose, you can't tell what material it is made of.

Its color is as hot as fire and blooms forever.

There is a cartoon picture on the wall opposite the bed and on the wardrobe diagonally opposite.

There are two Q-version figures in the painting, one male and one female.

The man has yellow and white dog ears on his head, and his cute expression matches the puppy on the bed sheets and curtains;

The girl raised her chin coolly, with one hand around the boy's waist and the other holding a knife. Even in Q version, she looked cool.

It is of course impossible to match the Q-version image with the person in the information database and confirm the identity.

Chang Le couldn't help but be curious.

Are these two people the former owners of this place?

Who are they?

Chang Le looked around and opened the wardrobe, but it was empty.

The cupboard beside the bed was also empty, obviously having been cleaned out intentionally, leaving nothing behind.

Chang Le was a little depressed.

She thought she could find some useful clues. After all, she still didn't understand why she was able to get in here.

Chang Le had a moment of fantasy, could these two be a couple, and it just so happens that they are her...

But, it's impossible.

Chang Le took a look and found that this place had been abandoned for at least a hundred years.

If many of the house's structural materials were not special and expensive, the house would not have survived intact to this day.

Can she live that long?

It couldn't be that she was from the same era as Shen Fuguang three hundred years ago, right?

Chang Le was amused by his own ridiculous thoughts: "How is this possible? Wouldn't that mean I have lost more than 300 years of memory? Then what's the difference between me living and not living? This is too ridiculous!"

Chang Le was concerned that Bai Xie and the others were still waiting for her outside, so she took the time to look around again.

Unexpectedly, this time, she actually found something!

Hidden behind the painting on the wardrobe is a small card about five centimeters square.

On it was a faded landscape painting, and in the lower right corner was a handwritten word:

"Return."

Chang Le couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment. After thinking for a while, he took a picture of the card, put it back, and walked back to the door.

Chang Le did the same thing as he did when he came in, and was indeed sent out unharmed.

No one knew that a slight sound suddenly came from the empty room.

Then, a robotic arm suddenly popped out from under the bed, with a red light flashing at the end.

——It’s a camera.

The red-eye camera turned left and right, and finally stopped at the painting in the closet. Then, a mechanical voice sounded strangely:

"Image capture—"

"Authentication——"

"Verification passed."

"Welcome Lele."

The voice fell and the room was filled with silence.

The camera spun around again:

“No response,

The target is lost,

Go back to sleep."

The robotic arm retracted under the bed and the room returned to silence.

……

Seeing Chang Le come out unharmed, Bai Xie and the other two breathed a sigh of relief.

Kulai went forward and grabbed her arm to check it out: "It's okay as long as you're not hurt."

Chang Le told them what was in the room: "…There are only these things in the room. I didn't find any useful information."

"Gui?" Kulai guessed, "Is it a person's name? A pseudonym? Or some special meaning?"

Chang Le shook his head: "I can't think of it, I have no clue."

"Forget it, forget it." Kulai pinched Chang Le's cheek.

"Your face is so pale, you must not have taken care of yourself during this period. It's getting late, go to sleep first!"

Although we said we could have a good sleep, in fact, everyone could only sleep on the floor on the first floor.

Chang Le lay down on the ground, with Kulai on his left, Baixie on his right, and further to the right were Lingren, Lijie, Crow, and Raymond.

It was the first time for everyone to sleep on the floor together. Chang Le felt it was amazing.

The area around the house was very quiet. Occasionally, one could hear the low voices of the leftmost team and the sound of everyone turning over.

Although there were murderous bone-melting pits and knife-tooth ants outside, everyone felt extremely safe lying together in the house.

Chang Le suddenly felt very tired. He turned his sideways to Kulei, curled up his legs and hands, and fell asleep.

Kulei opened his eyes and looked over. Bai Xie stretched out a hand, holding the thin blanket that Chang Le had pulled off.

Kulei took it and covered Chang Le below his shoulders.

The area outside Yulou Pass is different from District 7. In mid-September, the dead trees are already covered with frost in the early morning, the sun at noon is only around 10 degrees, and it is freezing at night.

Chang Le was weak, so Raymond gave her his blanket.

Soon, except for the two people on guard, everyone else fell asleep.

……

Chang Le didn't expect to find himself in a strange place when he opened his eyes.

It was a room that looked like an abandoned warehouse, and she looked down and became immediately annoyed.

She was confined to an iron chair with her hands tied to the armrests with tough ropes.

When I looked closely, I realized that my hands and legs were so small, I must be about eight or nine years old!

Taking another look around, the things around me were so clear and reasonable.

When I was a child, I had a clear environment, a reasonable plot, a clear self-awareness, but an unfamiliar scene.

Needless to say, I don’t know which memory it is!

Chang Le's anger was rising rapidly.

Oh, this is how you restore memory, right? You have to prevent people from sleeping well, right? You have to fight and kill in dreams, right? You have to have nightmares every day, right?

Damn! Who wouldn’t want to go crazy with such poor sleep quality? !

Chang Le was complaining in his mind when he realized that his body was moving uncontrollably.

I understand. In my memory, she was a bystander.

Xiao Changle was struggling, but not without any method. He was trying to use the handrails to dislocate his bones and break free from the ropes.

But unfortunately, the rope was very resilient, and even though she dislocated her metacarpals and phalanges on the handrail, it was still useless.

Little Changle stared coldly at the gate, and said in a childish voice with ruthlessness: "Either we have a face-to-face meeting, or I will kill myself, and the entire Wolf Clan will be buried with me."

Wolf faction?

Chang Le caught these two words and thought: Could this be the time when I went to the Wolf Sect when I was a child?

Wait! Was he kidnapped?

“Squeak—bang!”

The door was pushed open, the sunlight was dazzling, and little Changle tilted his head and closed his eyes.

When my eyes refocused, a man with a paralyzed face walked in.

Chang Le recognized him.

Cangyue, one of Wolf Lord Lu Yanhuai's confidants.

There were two subordinates following Cangyue, but Chang Le didn't recognize them.

Cang Yue came over and saw Xiao Chang Le's abnormal palm at a glance, and said expressionlessly:

"Young Master, please calm down. Once my boss has finished discussing business with Lord Shen, you can go home."

Xiao Changle sneered and quickly twisted his arm off with a "click".

Cang Yue's eyes widened slightly.

Xiao Changle said coldly: "With you, do you think you can control me?"

Before he finished his words, dark green vines whizzed out and pierced towards Cangyue with a fierce murderous aura.

Cang Yue stepped back a few steps and stood still, raising his hand to make a "stop" gesture:

"We have no intention of harming the young master, and we ask the young master not to turn business competition into a war between the two factions. If you have any ideas, just speak up. There is no need to use such extreme methods."

Xiao Changle said, "Let me go."

"I'm sorry, that won't work."

Cang Yue added: "If you continue to behave aggressively, we will have to use special methods to calm you down."

Xiao Changle's eyes were cold and he didn't move.

At this moment, a young boy ran over from outside the gate, shouting, "Cang Yue, Cang Yue!"

The young boy hurried in and stepped through the door...

"boom!"

dusty,

I bow down to you.

Solid.

Looking at the person falling at his feet, Cangyue's expressionless face almost broke.

Little Changle laughed out loud mercilessly.

Chang Le's eyes lit up as he looked at him.

When the little boy got up from the ground, Chang Le saw his face and grinned with joy.

This familiar fall, this familiar appearance, who else could it be other than the lovely crow?

The one who ran in from outside and bowed without saying a word was the ten-year-old crow.

It turned out that this was the first time the two met.