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Book 1: Chapter 114
Book 1: Chapter 114
Book 1: Chapter 114
I really hadnt thought about this question since I thought everyone was curious. Human curiosity was all about the mystery of the riddle and the person who created the riddle. For example, there was a salon youd have to pass on Beishan Road to get to Wushanju, but it wasnt like I wanted to know the owners life story. First, there were only so many kinds of things you would experience in this life. But once you disassembled them, you would see that there were hundreds of possibilities. You would know, but at the same time, you wouldnt care.
More importantly, I wasnt interested in the proprietress, but Fatty was. As a result, he was way more curious about this matter than I was. (1)
I felt like the reason for my strong sense of curiosity was because the riddles Uncle Three gave me were too good. I took the first few steps and then kept going. After that, I met my friends and became interested in their origins.
I couldnt let go of both.
I slowly explained all of this to Bai Haotian, whose eyes suddenly became watery as I finished speaking. When I looked at her, she said, "It's so deep. I dont think I can understand it."
How the hell is this deep? I said to myself.
Bai Haotian came over, typed in my code for me, and then hit enter.
The code for my name was very strange, so Bai Haotian had to explain, "This numbering system isnt particularly scientific, so it doesnt work as well for your generation. The calculated number length exceeds the standard, so it wont work for the next generation after you. No one knows what will happen to Warehouse Eleven after that."
Warehouse Eleven belonged to the Nine Gates as a whole, but now that they were long gone, no one was thinking about the future of this old warehouse. When the time came, I was afraid it would turn into a one-time distribution of spoils.
After entering my number, a location popped up. It wasnt underwater, but in an inconspicuous spot on the warehouses ground floor. There was only one good.
I silently walked over to it by myself and found that it was a mooncake box. When I opened it, I found a smart phone inside.
The phone was an older model from the past few years. It was dead, but I noticed that it had an Android charging port. I took it back to the office, plugged it in, and waited for it to charge enough to turn on.
After about five minutes, the phone finally lit up. I turned it on and found that it was password-protected.
I entered my code without hesitation.
The phone immediately unlocked.
I first went to the photo album and scanned through countless photos. They all had the geographical location and time that the photo was taken. I looked at the total number and found that there were more than three thousand photos.
All of them were various documents and records.
I selected one of them and found that it was a 1963 thunderstorm report from Northeast China. The document photographed had "East 19" written on it in marker. When I looked at the photos before and after this document, I found that all of the thunderstorm reports in them also had this East 19 label on them. I scrolled through more than forty photos before the label changed to West 11.
I thought for a while and then opened the sound recording folder. There were countless recordings saved in it, all with names like East 19, West 11, and so on.
I clicked on one, and sure enough, thunder started playing.
If Uncle Three really was the owner of this phone, then he was the one who gave these thunder recordings different names. And based on the photos, the thunder was always moving.
I laughed. This really is interesting. Now that I had this, I suddenly felt as if Uncle Three was afraid Id be bored and decided to play a game with me.
I quickly flipped through the recordings and found that they were all thunder. I then flipped through the photo album. Most of the photos were documents, but there was one photo in particular that caught my eye.
It was a scenic photo that had been taken in Rain Village. It had been taken on the mountain overlooking the village.
I looked at the photo with bated breath and then glanced at the time stamp. An indescribable feeling welled up in my heart.
So, youve been close to me this whole time, old man.
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TN Notes:
(1) This is a reference to that godawful Piao Piao/Fatty arc in the drama.