Book 1: Chapter 224: The Finale

Book 1: Chapter 224: The Finale

I slowly walked towards the shadow.

Why was I interested in this particular shadow, you ask? Because it was a shadow of me.

People were very familiar with themselves, so when I saw the shadow in the fog, I knew that it was me. But when I looked closer, I found that I was crawling on the ground.

In the past, I conducted a lot of research to find out some information. There was a time in my life when many people who looked like me appeared in the world. They used an irreversible disguising method that involved surgery to take on my appearance forever. So far, I hadnt been able to discover what the purpose of this was. I didnt even know where these Wu Xies came from.

Zhang Haike had been hunting these people down. He had even collected a lot of my heads and soaked them in formalin. When he saw me for the first time, he almost cut off my head to make sure I was real.

After a little analysis, I knew that someone was using my face to do something. I initially speculated that it might be the Wang family snooping around for information on Uncle Three and Xie Lianhuan's overall plan. But this irreversible disguising method was actually modern cosmetic surgery. Moreover, I never realized that someone was pretending to be me in order to do something. I just happened to find a photo and videotape during my investigations that had someone who looked exactly like me doing strange things.

Among the various puzzles I had dealt with over the years, there had always been a barely discernible string hovering in the background. It wasnt as interesting as the mysteries surrounding Poker-Face, the Zhang family, and the bronze door, but I still remembered it very deeply.

The calligraphic style I had learned from childhood was Shou Jin Ti (1). But unlike other people who copied calligraphy from ancient books, I had been copying the calligraphic style of a person named Qi Yu.

This was a detail deliberately designed by either Uncle Three or Grandpa, but I always wondered why they would want me to copy someone else's handwriting. I figured the only possibility was that they hoped someone would think that I was Qi Yu instead of Wu Xie.

And there appeared to be a lot of people in the world who were pretending to be me.

Combined with the events in the South Sea Kings tomb, there seemed to be some kind of special connection between Uncle Three and Qi Yu.

But what was it?

I slowly walked towards the fog and came to a narrow room. I saw an unkempt man crawling on the ground and an old-fashioned video camera on one side of the room.

I had seen this scene before. This was the image in the videotape that Chen Wen-Jin had sent me.

There was no one behind the camera, but there was a window. I went up to the window and saw a group of people standing behind it. They were looking very seriously at the me crawling in the room, but I couldnt see their faces clearly.

I had always thought that this place was the sanatorium, but I was surprised to find that when I carefully looked through the window at the texture of the wall, I found that this place wasnt the sanatorium at all.

This was a warehouse in Warehouse Eleven.

I turned to look at the me on the ground and saw a line of words on my arm. That line of code looked very familiarit was Warehouse Elevens code.

Only the "goods" in Warehouse Eleven would have this kind of code.

I broke out in goosebumps as I looked at this man, suddenly realizing that this "me" turned out to be a good in Warehouse Eleven. He was stored in an unknown location in Warehouse Elevens huge underground warehouse.

I carefully examined the code on his arm and found that it matched Uncle Threes code that I had discovered at that time.

Uncle Three put this "me" in Warehouse Eleven?

Was he still there now?

I looked down at him. His eyes were blurred and unfocused and he seemed to be mumbling something.

I bowed my head to listen carefully and suddenly heard him laugh. He quickly turned to look at me, almost as if he could see me. I was completely shocked. Impossible! These are just my memories. He can't see me at all.

His murmuring suddenly became clear, "Were all here. After listening to the thunder, come and try to find us."

Everything around me instantly became like an air current and started to dissipate. After it disappeared, I immediately felt cold, and the sensation of the coffin liquid and coffin wall around me instantly returned. I started coughing violently.

I didn't go back to Hangzhou because I didn't want to face my Uncle Two. I just wanted some peace and quiet as I dazedly thought about everything that had happened during this time.

The series of events that arose from Uncle Three's text message werent that complicated compared to the events I had experienced in the past.

Boss Jiao didn't want others to hear the thunder like him, so he pulled a lot of strings from behind the scenes. But I wasnt interested in the information he had heard at all. In short, the people we wanted to save were saved, and I knew where Uncle Three was going.

According to Black Glasses investigation, the so-called thunder containing the voice of heaven may be an explainable phenomenon. He found that any sounds of thunder reflected by Mute Villages special terrain could form similar sounds. It was just that the question of whether the familiar thunder I heard in Hangzhou was also an illusion caused by the mountains in Hangzhou is a mystery.

I didnt know whether all the things I saw were things from my memory or were actually given by the thunder, but I did know that the puzzle wasnt somewhere else. It was in Warehouse Eleven.

Ill just take a break before I set off again.

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[Afterward: The Sound of the Providence]

Thank you all for your support. I know it ended in a hurry, but Ill be able to revise it as soon as possible.

I'm sorry for using an old pit, but if we ended with a new pit, it seemed as if it would be the start of another ten years. Were all exhausted.

As I fill in one pit, there's one less old pit to fill, which somehow makes me feel sad.

Restart is like a draft, but the first part is finally finished. The prototype is there, the clues are clear, and there are many shortcomings and mistakes.

Generally speaking, I'm really not suitable for serialization since its of this quality.

I'm still a traditional person who ponders over every word in the room, so it may be better to take out of my hands.

But the advantage of serialization is that its fun. When the physical book is published, theres a second round of fun because the plot is more rigorous and clear.

I'm a little tired, so the formal ending will be left for tomorrow.

Any dissatisfaction or regret will be left to the physical book.

Many people ask if theres a New Year's extra, but I wont answer today. People who have already eaten have no appetite, so today's answer wont be accurate. Ill have to think about it after a few days' rest.

Anyway, thank you for your understanding, and thank you for your company.

Please continue to pay attention to my WeChat official account, Im only 35 years old and still have a lot to write.

There are two more parts to Restart and "World" isnt finished yet.

Since I'm in Xiamen, I can have two drinks tonight as I sit by the sea and enjoy the breeze.

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TN Notes:

(1) Slender Gold Script

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I just.o(TTo) I'm so happy lol. After an arduous 3+ month adventure, we're finally done with Part 1!!! (Yes, I know. We still have the postscript but merebear has to work tomorrow and should be in bed lol). After the postscript is part II which is actually 2 chapters and some random extra. Part III is the Black Glasses Mute Village adventure (I keep getting them mixed up, sorry!). After that will be the Reboot "trial reading" chapters that the author has made. Theydon't fit in with the plot like you would think so I will put them on their own page under the "Restart" tab when I get there. Thanks for sticking with me this far you lovely souls! I love your comments and feedback!!!