Time Traveler Help Hotline

The boy nimbly navigated the narrow passageways between the garbage heaps, eventually squeezing into a cramped space made of wooden crates and sheet metal. Inside lay a little girl of similar age, her face deathly pale.

He quickly helped the girl up; her burning skin startled him, and he hurriedly pulled out some dried meat from his pocket: "Sister, there's food. Don't sleep..."

"It's best not to give this kind of thing to patients."

Ji Mo's calm voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

The boy turned around abruptly, spreading his arms wide like a wild beast protecting its cubs, his face fierce, but his eyes betrayed his fear.

He clearly took advantage of the chaos when the noble lady was surrounded to slip away, taking only the side streets known only to the locals. How could this person find him so quickly?

"Now answer me," Ji Mo had already used his investigative skills to confirm that the boy was just an ordinary person, so the Truth Spell was now applicable, "Was there any falsehood in what you just said?"

The boy's previous boldness and escape made Ji Mo suspect that he knew something that others did not.

"It's all the truth! But I've hidden some things..." He tried desperately to cover his mouth, but couldn't stop the words from flowing out, "We spent two days with wanted criminals..."

A wanted criminal? The one he just mentioned fighting with the angel? Ji Mo instantly understood why the other party was hiding this. Judging from the people's trembling attitude towards him, the class oppression in this world was probably even more blatant than in the previous world.

The previous world merely deprived ordinary people of the right to enjoy technology, forcing them to rely on the mountains for sustenance; though they were not well-fed, they were still able to survive.

Here, Ji Mo noticed that the poor people had some rudimentary technological equipment, which seemed progressive, but in the end, they didn't even have land or a proper business, and could only eke out a living in the garbage dump.

The book I read in the afternoon filled in the gaps in Ji Mo's common sense about this kind of world: you must never show too much kindness to the poor, otherwise they will cling to you like vines and exploit you in the way that the poor do, and moral blackmail and even personal blackmail are commonplace.

That was their only possible way out, though the result was often destruction.

Suppressing his disgust for this kind of world structure, Ji Mo continued, "You said those two people left at the beginning, how did they leave?"

Realizing he couldn't lie, the boy gave up: "I saw the woman grab the man and disappear in a flash."

It's teleportation, that's right.

The two people suddenly disappeared, which fits the characteristics of the person seeking help.

But why was she carrying her companion? Did her teleportation require physical contact? Ji Mo felt a sense of déjà vu about this description, but couldn't quite place it.

At least one thing is certain: the danger this time was self-inflicted. They came into this world with ties to the ruling class, became embroiled in the pursuit of wanted criminals, and ultimately succumbed to their fate and fled.

"In that case, we need to investigate the background of those seeking help even more thoroughly. As for the wanted criminals..." Ji Mo recalled Jiu Chonglou's warning from the previous world; he shouldn't meddle in other people's business. Every world has its internal strife and resistance, and interfering in the internal affairs of other worlds is not in line with the stance of the Weifan Realm.

Just in case, Ji Mo still asked, "What crime did that wanted criminal commit?"

"It seems like they killed a few noble lords?" the boy said uncertainly.

The truth spell was still effective, and the boy's uncertainty was real. He had not witnessed the wanted criminal committing the crime, and those high-ranking nobles would not describe in detail the wanted criminal's crime process and motives to the people of the slums.

As members of the lower classes, all they needed to know was that the nobles were hunting this person and that there was a reward for reporting him.

The boy looked nervously at Ji Mo, somewhat regretting his earlier intervention. "Leaving the wanted criminal behind was my choice, it has nothing to do with my sister..."

"Chen Zhuzhu".

"Here!" Chen Zhuzhu exclaimed, startled.

First, she was startled by the crowd of poor people rushing towards her. Then, Ji Mo chose the most convenient way to catch up with the boy, which was to carry her on his shoulders and move quickly. Chen Zhuzhu felt so excited that she felt a little nauseous, and her carefully made-up makeup and hairstyle were all messed up.

She felt that she could only wear sneakers for fieldwork in the future; otherwise, if she had to run around in high heels, her feet would definitely be blistered.

"Look at the child's condition."

"For an ordinary person, the status bar shows a high fever, indicating a naturally weak constitution." Chen Zhuzhu came to the conclusion with just one glance.

She had previously noticed that all the poor people she encountered were ordinary people. Thinking back, after joining the program for so long, the only extraordinary people from the other world she had ever met were the elder brother Mo Sang and the priestess she had met indirectly.

In comparison, there are more extraordinary individuals in the mortal realm. Chen Zhuzhu wondered, could it be because I work in Sanchuan that I have easier access to local extraordinary individuals?

While she was lost in thought, Ji Mo had already taken out medicine and compressed biscuits from his spatial ring. He couldn't cure the congenital disease, but he still had fever reducers. The compressed biscuits were originally intended as emergency rations for himself.

"These are compressed biscuits. Two will be enough to fill you up, but don't eat too many. Take one pill twice a day, and stop taking it once the fever subsides." Ji Mo explained simply, worried that the other person might not be literate. "Consider this your reward for answering. We should go now."

"Eh, now? Okay!"

After walking a little further, Chen Zhuzhu asked softly, "Where are we going? Aren't we going back to the studio?"

"No, we need to get some information from the person in charge here." Ji Mo recounted his previous guesses.

It wasn't a premonition, but an inevitability; Ji Mo believed the person seeking help would call the hotline a third time.

……

After confirming that Ji Mo and Chen Zhuzhu were far away, the boy carefully pulled the wooden planks that served as a door together, relying solely on the light filtering through the gaps to maintain his vision.

Instead of giving his sister the medicine directly, he pulled out a thick bag from the corner, filled with colorful medicine boxes. Because the inside was dimly lit, it looked more like a collection of pretty trash.

There was also a large sum of banknotes under the medicine box, but they weren't from this world.

These are all items that wanted criminals have left here.

He took in the wanted criminal because the man provided medication that relieved his sister's pain.

"like……"

The boy muttered to himself, unable to resist comparing Ji Mo to the wanted criminal. Although they didn't have the same face, their temperaments were very similar.

They are all people who seem fierce, but have kind hearts and gentle bottom lines that he cannot understand, as if they were all born into an equal and reasonable world.

Even the words on the medicine boxes seem to come from the same world?

The boy was unsure; he couldn't understand the writing, but he thought it looked similar to an earthworm crawling, only in a more regular pattern.

"elder brother……"

"I'm here." The boy knew he shouldn't accept medication from strangers, and might be used as a guinea pig, but he had no choice. He responded to his sister while helping her take the medicine, but his thoughts wandered: "Does such a happy world really exist?"