There is a driving distance of more than 1,000 kilometers from Sijiucheng to Hangzhou.
The boring and boring journey home is actually not interesting at all.
What's more, the person sitting on Hu Ming's co-pilot is not a coquettish green tea girl who likes to coo and act cute... although Hu Ming doesn't like to appreciate tea art.
But now, Hu Ming really feels from the bottom of his heart that it would be good to have a green tea girl at this time.
At the very least, it’s much better than the little brother who was extremely silent all the way.
The little brother himself has a cold temperament, but at this time, some wonderful changes are taking place in him.
In addition, the remaining memories of the past were erased bit by bit, causing the little brother to completely fall into autism.
The evidence is that it has been five hours since we set off from Sijiu City, and during this time, the little brother has not said a word.
It's like a person with advanced autism who cannot be saved by even the gods.
Hu Ming regretted a little. He should not have refused Yin Nanfeng's request to keep up five hours ago.
"Alas.."
Like an experienced driver, he held one hand on the steering wheel, glanced at the young man who was looking out the window without saying a word, rubbed his eyebrows with his right hand, and Hu Ming sighed melancholy.
The younger brother glanced at Hu Ming strangely, then continued to turn his head and look at the scenery passing by the window with slightly dilated pupils, immersed in himself.
Ding ding ding....
"If you have something to say, you have to fart!"
After answering the phone, turning on the speakerphone, and throwing the phone on the dashboard, Hu Ming said a little impatiently.
Hu Ming misses the high technology of the past 23 years. Whether it is the extremely convenient car Bluetooth or the rich and diverse mobile entertainment, it is so addictive.
Only by losing can we appreciate the things we took for granted in the past.
For example, smart phones, such as 5G network.
"Um...Uncle Ming, did I make you angry? You have such a violent temper that you took some gunpowder?"
Wu Xie's slightly cautious and tentative words came.
"Eat it like a hammer...Is there anything urgent?"
"My brother and I should be able to arrive in Hangzhou around this time tomorrow."
Hu Ming sighed, knowing that he should not involve negative emotions on the innocent Wu Xie, adjusted his emotions, and said calmly.
"Hangcheng...em. This is not urgent."
Wu Xie's voice was mixed with a touch of embarrassment and embarrassment.
Hu Ming suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
Are you in Changsha with Fatty and Panzi?
"You shouldn't go to the prison in Changsha City to meet that bald man... right, your third uncle's old buddy, that Brother Chu?"
After pondering for a few seconds, Hu Mingdan said with pain.
He remembered.
Yunding Tiangong Yixingwu
Brother Chu, the chopsticks used by Wu Sansheng to pick up lamas, is the NPC who releases the main quest of Zhangjia Ancient Building!
Although Changsha City and Hangzhou City are both in the north of Sijiu City, the distance between the two places is not very far, and they are roughly at the same latitude.
But the problem is that the positions of these three cities on the map are just a triangle!
Hu Ming's location at this time was the high-speed route to Hangzhou.
If you turn to Changsha City on the way, why don’t you get on the wrong expressway?
"How do you know!? Forget it, it's not important, we got some clues in Brother Chu's mouth."
"...There are some important clues about my past. In short, you and my brother should come to Changsha to find us!"
On the other side of the microphone, Wu Xie was immediately shocked!
The meeting with Brother Chu was an impromptu suggestion from Panzi. He had not discussed it with Hu Ming before. God knows how Hu Ming guessed it right!
But it’s not a big problem. Tianzhen knows that Uncle Ming is a mysterious person and always knows some secret expressions. It’s not surprising to guess these.
"I understand. We should be able to arrive tomorrow night. See you later."
After roughly re-planning the journey in his mind, Hu Ming responded softly.
Then, without waiting for what Wu Xie was saying, he hung up the phone.
"A clue about me?"
Because it was a hands-free call, the boy clearly heard the conversation between the two, and finally he was willing to speak after five hours.
"Wu Sansheng once spent a lot of effort investigating your past, and this Brother Chu was the one who investigated for Wu Sansheng."
"I remember the conversation correctly. Brother Chu has a photo in his hand...a photo of a "ghost man"!"
Hu Ming replied casually.
Speaking of "Ghost Man", that's interesting.
This is not referring to a specific person, but a group of victims, a group of poor people who suffered great disasters because of Zhang Qiling's name.
"...I don't understand."
"Who is Wu Sansheng? Is he related to me? Who is the person who is talking to you? The voice seems familiar, but I can't remember it."
The little brother frowned, searched for the remaining memory in his mind for a long time, and asked hesitantly.
His intuition told him that he should know all these people.
Crunch!!!
Subconsciously, Hu Ming stepped on the brakes, leaving four tires with scorched black marks on the ground.
The sudden emergency braking brought great forward inertia, and the two men suddenly rushed forward. But the good thing is that both of them are people with extraordinary skills, so this little movement can't do anything to them.
"Wu Sansheng is an old cunt who disappeared in the Mother Kingdom of the Western Queen, and the person I spoke to on the phone was innocent...it was Wu Xie!"
Lighting a cigarette and taking a deep breath, Hu Ming looked at the confused little brother and gave a wry smile.
Heck, the speed of memory decline is a bit weird, right?
What kind of changes did the Corpse Turtle Pill developed by that bastard Wang Zanghai happen to my little brother?
Even though Hu Ming had been mentally prepared for this, when he saw with his own eyes that his brother had almost forgotten about Wu Xie and Wu Sansheng, he still couldn't calm down.
"In the past one hundred and thirty years, has every memory loss you experienced been like this?"
"The familiar figure in my mind slowly disappears without a trace, and no trace of the impression can be found anymore. This feeling...is very painful?"
Restarting the car, a complicated look flashed in Hu Ming's eyes.
According to the guidance of the map, Hu Ming exited the highway at the nearest ramp.
"I don't know, I can't remember it, but...it's really uncomfortable to be able to clearly feel the memory fading slowly."
"It feels like I have been abandoned by the whole world, so lonely!"
The little brother was silent for a few seconds, seeming to be looking for a suitable adjective.
"What about me? You have almost forgotten the others, how do I feel that you still remember me?"
"Maybe, because we are friends? I remember, you said you would be my forever friend."
