Starry Sky Railway: No one understands the Amber King better than me.

After trying every drink at the bar, Lin Yuan slowly stood up.

In his dream, he could drink so freely, but in reality, he still preferred tea.

Following this hazy, tipsy feeling, Lin Yuan let himself revel in this golden moment.

Along the way, he also constantly asked passersby to try out new skills, showcasing his storytelling abilities.

But good times always come to an end.

Suddenly, after stepping onto a sparsely populated street, he stopped abruptly.

Turning around, a chilly wind blew in my face. And in the brightly lit shop windows on both sides, dark shadows could be vaguely seen flickering.

The next moment, the bright neon lights, which had been shining, began to go out one by one, from far to near.

As darkness drew closer, sensing some intangible force approaching, Lin Yuan spoke softly:

"It's getting dark, hunter, please open your eyes."

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Chapter 283 Ode to the Goose

"Bang, bang, bang"

One by one, the neon lights went out, and the streets were instantly shrouded in darkness.

Following the last ray of light, Lin Yuan looked at his unfamiliar face in the shop window and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head slightly, caught a glimpse of a figure through the mirror, and spoke in a deep voice:

"It was you, spying on me, wasn't it?"

The next moment, shop windows along the street shattered one after another. A phantom flickered in the mirror, eventually outlining a purple shape on a roadside billboard.

“Remember, Pinocone is family territory, why do you have to meddle in other people’s business?”

Lin Yuan's voice was layered and overlapping, making it impossible to discern his true voice.

His face began to change, becoming blurry and indistinct.

"Oh? I'm sorry."

A languid female voice emerged.

"This Pinocchio is a land overflowing with memories. This beautiful realm of memories is our home turf. As a Memory Master of the Flowing Light Memory Court, I cannot allow you to run rampant here."

The woman let out an elegant chuckle.

"Memory is a precious and beautiful thing, each one unique. Yet you are forcibly influencing and destroying it. Stop, whatever your purpose, mysterious traveler."

As Black Swan spoke, her gaze was fixed on the figure in the darkness ahead. Although she couldn't discern the other person's true nature from their appearance, she remained calm and confident.

Although she had recently encountered some unimaginable situations, what about facing a mysterious traveler?

"Oh."

The black swan let out a soft chuckle. Memory versus mystery—for a seasoned memory seeker, that's quite an interesting thing.

"Don't you, the travelers of memory, also enjoy casually peeping into and stealing other people's memories?"

Lin Yuan asked in return with great interest.

"And then there are the incinerators, whose work is far more unethical. How are they any different from me?"

"It is neither clever nor elegant to change the subject when a lady asks a question."

The black swan's cry echoed all around, but its form had vanished.

"Now it's time for the lady to ask her questions, mysterious traveler."

"So what? How can you possibly stop me?"

Lin Yuan's tone rose, carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"So, I took action."

As the magnetic female voice faded, Lin Yuan suddenly realized that his memories were beginning to be invaded.

A jumble of useless meme information flooded his surroundings in an instant, affecting his thoughts. The next moment, his gaze caught sight of a purple shadow.

It was precisely because he saw the other person that the black swan's figure instantly appeared in Lin Yuan's pupils.

"Memory is like an elegant pas de deux, a mysterious traveler; your methods are still too crude."

With Lin Yuan's gaze as the medium, the voice of the Black Swan echoed in his mind.

Memories and memory are like springboards for memes, allowing the memory-taker to roam freely and gracefully. In the blink of an eye, she had already invaded his memory.

"I like roughness."

Upon realizing this situation, Lin Yuan not only remained calm but also became intrigued.

"However, I am not opposed to an elegant way either. Come on, beautiful Memory, show me the way a Memory should escape."

Lin Yuan said leisurely.

In a daze, the black swan in her memory suddenly noticed that grayish-white mist was beginning to rise around her. The mist seemed ordinary, yet it gave her a vague sense of danger.

"Ok?"

Black Swan let out a soft sigh; the passage that usually invaded her memories was now shrouded in an eerie mist.

A moment later, she extracted a small amount of information from her consciousness and fed it into the mist. But in the blink of an eye, the information was swallowed up by the hazy fog and could no longer be perceived.

"...This is getting a bit troublesome."

The beautiful woman, her thoughts in turmoil, sensed something was wrong and decided to leave.

But at that moment, the medium through which she invaded Lin Yuan's thoughts also began to shroud itself in mist, surrounding her from all sides and threatening to completely engulf her.

"It is not the act of a gentleman to force a lady to stay overnight."

Even at this point, the black swan remained composed.

Crystalline fragments of memory ignited around her, burning away any knowledge or information related to this person in order to escape this dubious trap.

The black swan succeeded; she successfully left the other person's memory.

But when she reappeared in the outside world, she had a vague feeling that something important was missing.

"Heh, I see. So this is the ability of the Memory Master?"

Behind him, Lin Yuan let out a satisfied laugh.

In the instant the opponent attempted to break through, the Memory Receiver in meme form was refined by the power of the Calamity Sun contained within his own mist. Now, he has a deeper understanding of the power of memory.

Mystery and memory intertwine—and thus, the mist is born.

"In that case..."

Lin Yuan slowly raised his head, revealing a strange smile:

"Now, it's my turn to make a move."

......

In an instant, the black swan hiding in the picture frame sensed an invisible gaze upon her and established a connection with her.

The next moment, it appeared as if an artist was painting on the frame, and a strange gray-white mist appeared on it.

"This is fake."

"The black swan said with certainty."

She was quite familiar with the tricks of the mysterious traveler. Once she saw through his fabrication, the truth would reveal itself.

Unfortunately, her expression soon changed. The fog in front of her did not disappear; instead, it spread towards her even faster.

This fog can actually spread through memes!

"Tsk."

The elegant woman's expression changed slightly as she disappeared from the painting and reappeared on a light sign outside the street.

The light from the sign became dim, flickering intermittently.

"He is not a Memory Receiver; this power must have a limited range of effectiveness!"

Black Swan's thoughts raced, her expression turning sour. She realized she had once again provoked a troublesome individual.

She kept moving, constantly shifting her position. She weaved through the neon lights of the wide streets, with the gray-white mist following closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, the lights on the bustling street dimmed, attracting the attention of many pedestrians on the ground.

"I still can't get rid of it? What on earth is this thing?!"

The black swan's delicate face showed a hint of loss of composure. Whether she shifted between reality and memory, whether she flashed back and forth across two-dimensional planes, 3D screens, or even holographic images.

No matter if she becomes a commercial model, a guest on a variety show playing on her phone, or even an animal friend in a rubber hose animation, that grayish-white mist always follows her, impossible to shake off.

"It seems there's only one way now—make a big fuss and attract outside intervention."

As Sister Goose sensed her surroundings, she calmed down a bit.

At this golden moment, everyone on Central Avenue witnessed a bizarre scene.

The once bright and dazzling avenue became shadowy and indistinct, and the images on the towering billboards turned into terrifying scenes.

This scene attracted the attention of many people; some looked terrified, while others excitedly took out their phones to film it.

In the corner, the family's hunting dogs had already raised their heads warily and begun calling for reinforcements.

.......

The black swan was overjoyed to notice the gazes converging upon it from all around.

In her eyes, every gaze is an escape route, and every shot is a medium of information.

But just then, the beautiful woman's thoughts suddenly became chaotic, a jumble of conflicting information and noises beginning to surface within her mind. The seemingly muttering sounds converged, almost as if reciting a poem:

"Goose, goose, goose, cut its neck with a knife. Pluck the feathers, boil water, and stew the goose in an iron pot. Hehehe."

Amidst the chilling laughter, the surrounding mist suddenly extended countless mist tentacles, wrapping around the black swan!

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