SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Not long after.

A single tear slid slowly down his cheek without warning.

It fell down her cheek onto the bluestone pavement, leaving a small, damp stain.

He looked up at the night sky, his face filled with sadness, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he murmured:

"Brothers..."

The moment the words were spoken.

A second tear slid down her cheek and fell to the ground.

He murmured softly to the air again:

"Black War... Ruoruo... Dundun... and the brothers..."

"well……"

A long sigh, suppressed deep in his heart, escaped his lips.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the two spreading water droplets on the ground, then murmured to himself:

"Three whole years have passed in the virtual realm, and I've even started to doubt the world as it is now."

"Is a virtual realm necessarily illusory?"

Is the real world necessarily real?

"And those two figures that appeared at the end of the illusory realm—were those the oppressive aura of the gods?"

"The mere pressure emanating from it is enough to easily destroy the entire world."

He paused, his brow furrowing deeply, and continued to murmur in confusion:

"But why did the person who saved Nianhe and me tell me at the end that we would meet again in the future?"

That brings us to this point.

Lin Mu took a deep breath, carrying the cool night air, and temporarily put these tangled thoughts aside.

Because behind them, on the stone path, came the sound of light footsteps.

The footsteps slowly approached.

The blue crane stopped beside Lin Mu.

He then bent down and sat on the bench beside him, looking up at Lin Mu's slightly weary profile, and asked respectfully:

"Chief, you've been sitting here for three hours. Is something on your mind?"

The sadness on Lin Mu's face vanished instantly, and he regained his usual calm and composure.

He then gently shook his head and said softly:

"I'm fine."

After speaking, he looked up at Qinghe beside him and asked:

"It's so late, why aren't you resting yet?"

Qinghe sighed softly, and said with a hint of bitterness:

"In the days since I woke up, I've been having the same recurring dream, a dream that feels incredibly real, but... a dream is just a dream after all..."

In conclusion.

He looked down and pulled two cigarettes, their packaging still a little wrinkled, from his pocket.

He then handed one of them to Lin Mu: "Chief Ting, would you like one?"

Lin Mu hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the cigarette, then looked up at him, her tone hesitant but serious as she asked:

"Qinghe, these two didn't belong to Gu Cang, did they?"

"Cough cough..."

Upon hearing this, Qinghe coughed awkwardly twice, then quickly waved his hands and laughed.

"Chief, these were brought back by Lü Ping and Zhang Huai, not found..."

Lin Mu's tense lips relaxed, and he nodded:

"That's good."

As they were talking.

Two faint flames suddenly ignited the cigarettes the two of them were holding in their mouths.

Lin Mu took a deep drag of his cigarette and looked at Qinghe with a hint of curiosity:

"You just said you've been having the same recurring dream?"

"So what happened in this dream?"

Qinghe's fingertips, holding the cigarette, trembled slightly.

A deep sadness flashed across his eyes, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Chief Ting, during the days you were unconscious, I dreamt of Brother Hei, Sister Ruoruo, Brother Dundun, and the other chiefs..."

"They...each of them smiled at me in my dreams, but it felt more like they were saying a proper goodbye..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mu's eyes flashed with surprise. He leaned forward slightly and asked, "..."

"What else did you dream about?"

"return……"

He had barely uttered a single word when Qinghe seemed to be gripped by some emotion, and fell into a long silence.

Lin Mu noticed that he suddenly stopped speaking.

There was no urging.

He simply sat quietly on the stone bench.

Holding a half-burnt cigarette between her fingers, she waited quietly for him to speak.

I don't know how much time passed.

Qinghe suddenly sat up straight, looking completely bewildered, and said to Lin Mu beside him:

"Chief... do you think... there's a chance for the dead to be reborn?"

Why would you ask that?

Lin Mu pressed on with a calm tone.

But in his heart, how could he not wish that his dead brothers could reappear before him?

Qinghe took a deep breath, preparing to recount this strange dream:

"Chief, besides my brothers in Zhen'e Court, the person I actually dream about the most is Qingyu..."

These words had barely left his lips.

Lin Mu unconsciously recalled Qingyu's words, "Crane Baby."

He continued to ask:

"and then?"

This moment.

Qinghe's expression suddenly became extremely serious, and he spoke:

"Qingyu...Qingyu keeps telling me in my dreams..."

"They say she's not actually dead, but rather clinging to life in a corner of China."

"The sentence she said to me most often in my dreams was that I should go find her quickly."

She said she was very lonely and helpless, and had almost lost her will to live.

That brings us to this point.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of Qinghe's mouth, and his eyes reddened slightly.

He then shook his head heavily, his voice full of self-mockery, and continued:

"But... a dream is just a dream... how can the dead possibly come back to life..."

But Qinghe's words made Lin Mu's brows furrow tightly.

Because he has already experienced even more fantastical things in real life.

Therefore, he even absurdly believed that Qinghe's dream was not just a dream.

His aura instantly deepened, and his voice became exceptionally solemn:

"Qinghe, do you still have any photos of Qingyu on your phone? Or... photos of you two together?"

Qinghe's eyes widened in surprise, as if he was completely taken aback by Tingshou's unexpected question.

It took him a while to come to his senses, and once he did, he quickly replied:

"Yes! But I didn't take that phone out of China."

He paused, a flicker of relief suddenly appearing in his dim eyes, and added:

"It's fortunate that I didn't take that phone out of China, otherwise, I might have lost even my only remaining memory."

At this time.

Lin Mu suddenly raised his hand and patted his shoulder heavily, his gaze falling on his reddened eyes, and said:

"We will arrive at the central capital territory of Dongzhou tomorrow night. At that time, someone will take you to meet Qingyu's parents."

Before Qinghe could recover from his astonishment and reply.

Lin Mu spoke again:

"We won't stay in Dongzhou for too long. After we return to China, we'll have Shen Rou send Qingyu's photos to the headquarters of the Zhen'e Division in the major cities."

Qinghe looked completely bewildered, utterly unable to grasp the purpose of Tingshou's arrangement.

Lin Mu raised his hand again and patted his shoulder, his tone serious and without a trace of jest:

"I will use all the resources of the nation to help you find Qingyu."