Xing Tie, my abstract thinking ability is refreshed every week.

boom!

He fired, and the specially made bullet shattered the disguise of "memory".

A life-size glass panel appeared in their line of sight, with a starry sky reflected on its surface.

"Aren't you really going to take some bullets specifically for the 'Memory' special operations?"

Before entering, Potio asked Chang Geng again.

"No, I prefer to trust my own numbers."

Chang Geng pointed to Huan Long beside him, "Besides, if I really need it, I can just take it now."

"Row."

Potio nodded.

"The Memory Garden is a space created by the turbulent flow of 'memory'."

“I once ventured into the Memory Palace, and there were many unknowns inside. After entering the Memory Palace, I couldn’t be sure if the two of us would still be together.”

"If we get separated, no one should look for anyone else; finding Yipao is the most important thing."

“Every ranger is prepared to sacrifice themselves for the revolution. We'll discuss regrouping after we obtain the memory bubble of ‘Holstein,’ understand?”

Potio had a serious expression on his face.

"Row."

I don't care about Chang Gung.

Why make such a fuss? Why not just destroy the entire Yiting in the end?

"Well then, good luck, bro!"

Potio grinned, then fell into the mirror first.

"gone."

Chang Geng beckoned to Huan Long and followed closely behind into the Memory Courtyard.

……

……

Entering the Memory Court felt wonderful.

A large amount of memory washed over the body, and various emotions attached to other people's memories were added to it.

If you're not careful, you can really lose yourself and become a lamb that comes to your door.

Fortunately, Chang Geng's Dao heart was firm enough.

Chang Gung landed smoothly on the ceiling.

“It’s all fancy.”

He looked at the light blue circular memory bubbles that filled the space and the inverted space as far as his eyes could see, and made his comments.

"Do you have any information regarding 'memory'?" Chang Geng glanced at Huanlong.

"The 'memory' faction is divided into two schools."

Before Huanlong could even think of refusing, her mouth had already uttered the words.

"Incineration Engineering" and "Memories of Flowing Light."

She sighed inwardly, knowing she had no choice but to speak.

Loyalty is something that cannot be defeated.

If you're disloyal, you'll get to eat the "hunting" seaweed and egg drop soup.

"Both originally belonged to 'The Garden of Flowing Light and Memories'."

"It's just that some people's ideas have changed over a long period of time, and eventually they have formed their own school of thought."

"Does that mean that when they go home for Chinese New Year, they still have to sit at the same table together?"

Chang-Geng thought of a classic orthopedic joke.

“…Yes.” Huanlong remained silent.

"The concept of 'Memory Garden' is that every fragment of the universe has its own meaning, and mortals have no right to determine the value of memories."

"The 'Incinerator,' on the other hand, believes that everything should be divided into different categories, and memories are no exception; the good ones are kept, and the bad ones are erased."

"So as not to defile the 'Good Vision Heaven' of 'Floating Dawn'."

Huanlong continued speaking.

"You patrol officers are looking for the 'Incinerators,' and this place is also their stronghold."

"The pile of memories in front of you are the memories they discarded; the good memories are all displayed in the showcase."

Huanlong spoke frankly, saying, "Holstein's memory is of extraordinary value and should be considered the latter."

"That sounds like a lot of work."

Chang Geng strode forward, preparing to search everywhere.

Tap tap, tap tap, tap tap.

Empty footsteps echoed in the inverted space.

Chang Gung has gone through many abandoned memories.

It contains only the mundane happiness of ordinary people, unrelated to any major events in the world.

No wonder they were abandoned.

"What do these guys think people's precious memories are?"

Chang Geng was deeply saddened by the thought that not only would the memories of these victims be treated like garbage, but that he himself would also lose this part of his memory.

He felt indignant about this.

If you forget the joy of gradually increasing your stats, and the smile that unconsciously spreads across your face while playing, then what is the meaning of life?

Seriously, as a patrolling seaman, he really had to kill "Incinerator".

Is there anything inside...?

As they walked, they came to a tightly closed door. Chang Geng's intuition told him that something big was hidden here.

Volume 1: NO.57: Black Swan: So, I made my move.

Is it about Holstein?

Chang Geng didn't know.

He pushed open the door, thinking he would find out once he went inside.

squeak!

The door was wide open, and surprisingly, there was nothing inside.

There was only an empty room.

Chang Geng would not believe in superficial appearances.

His eyes may lie, but his intuition will not.

With a series of thumping footsteps, Chang Geng entered the room and rushed straight to a corner.

With a hiss!

He bent his right hand five fingers slightly and tore the air from left to right, the blue imaginary energy covering his fingertips.

The disguise of "memory" has been completely shattered by "hunting"!

The hidden iceberg was now fully revealed.

It was a "memory bubble," and there was nothing particularly special about it.

"What the hell."

Chang Geng took it out, lifted it up, and looked up at it.

It's acting all mysterious; it's definitely not an ordinary product.

Even a fool would know that if it were a normal thing, it wouldn't have been hidden so deep; it must have some extraordinary abilities.

Otherwise, who would be so bored as to go through all that trouble to disguise a "memory bubble"?

Let's open a blind box first.

As Chang Geng spoke, he slid the memory bubble into his palm and clenched it tightly, preparing to explore what memories were inside.

As consciousness deepened, blurry images appeared before my eyes.

A mysterious woman and a monster shrouded in black mist were talking face to face, their conversation seemingly unrelated.

This is the content of the memory bubble.

The woman was wearing a candy-colored long dress, and her appearance was as indistinguishable from that of a monster.

The candy-colored lady seemed to notice the third person's gaze, turned her face slightly, and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"A heavenly general who 'hunts'...?"

The memory bubble clearly stores past memories, but the woman seems to be present in person.

"Are you the one who's been making headlines lately?"

Not only can they speak normally, but they can also move their bodies at will.

"Nice to meet you, I am Polka Kakamu."

The candy-colored woman turned to face him and said, word by word, "You can also call me 'The Silent Lord'."

"You didn't avoid me when you saw me, but instead confronted me head-on?" Chang Geng neither dodged nor avoided her gaze.

“My ‘Omniscient Domain’ cannot tolerate the existence of the unknowable. When the time comes for the ‘Intelligence’s’ calculation, I think there will be a conclusion between us.”

Polka said coldly.

"Don't make me laugh. Do you think your stats are high enough to give you the right to talk to me like that?"

Chang Geng was not afraid at all and retorted without any politeness.

"Stop joking. You think I'd avoid your attacks?"

As the words fell, the Xunzheng sword slung over his shoulder emitted a burst of azure light, as if in response to his words.

"This is…"

Polka's previously confident tone now clearly showed some surprise and disbelief.

Click!

As the bubble of memory shattered, Chang Geng's consciousness returned to reality from the immersive experience.

"Is this the mad dog bred by 'intellect'?"

Chang Geng looked at the cracked and now-lost Memory Bubble in his hand, feeling utterly bewildered.

"Hidden so deep, I thought it was something valuable, but it turns out it's just a bunch of nonsense."

As Chang Geng spoke, he tossed the memory bubble to Huanlong.

"And then there are those who like riddles. I really don't understand. People who can't speak properly don't deserve to sit at the table in my place."

He couldn't understand which genius would hide such trivial things so deep inside, having nothing better to do than...

"Keep it safe, we're on our next stop."

If he weren't afraid of damaging the "memories" in Yiting, he would have blown Yiting to smithereens with an arrow long ago.

"What are you looking for?"

Before he could even push open the door and leave, an elegant female voice suddenly rang out in his ear.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in the room changed abruptly.

The uniquely designed stained glass windows stand tall on all sides, bathed in dim purple light, instantly drawing the room into an atmosphere of the bizarre.