Nomenclature of Night

On Laojun Mountain, in a room of a farmhouse.

The walkie-talkie placed on the table by Qingchen suddenly rang: "Hello, I am Luyuan from Kunlun."

But he didn't pay attention to it, letting it sit quietly.

At this moment, Qing Chen was lying on his back on the white bed, his face was pale while biting on a towel.

At the end of the bed, Jiang Xue took a few bottles of iodine and cotton swabs that he bought in the morning, crying while cleaning the wounds on Qing Chen's feet and legs.

Tiny wood thorns, glass splinters, dirt.

It was cleaned up by Jiang Xue a little bit.

Big beads of sweat rolled off Qing Chen's forehead, and Li Tongyun on the side kept wiping him.

The little girl was crying too.

They weren't afraid or other emotions, but they felt sorry for Qing Chen too much.

The teenager returned to the outside of the inn with his body braced last night. In order not to let people find himself based on the clues of his bare feet, he even put on his shoes reluctantly and found a new farmhouse to live in.

As soon as he entered the room, he fainted.

Exhaustion, the fear and panic after the first murder, the **** price of adrenaline secretion, all came up with my brain.

He used breathing techniques throughout the battle. After the battle, a huge amount of endorphins were secreted from the pituitary gland, making him temporarily forget the pain.

But when Jiang Xue cleaned his wound in the morning, he woke him up again with pain.

Originally Jiang Xue also wanted Qing Chen to rest for a while, but this wound must be dealt with as soon as possible, and it can't be delayed for a while.

"Why, in order to save a group of unrelated people, I hurt myself like this," Jiang Xue said while wiping her tears: "Look at the blood trough on your shoulder, and if you go a little bit down, your scapula will be affected. Interrupted."

Qing Chen did not speak, but silently endured the pain.

In fact, his injuries looked bluffing, but he himself knew that they were all skin injuries and he would soon heal.

In particular, he used breathing techniques throughout the battle, and the lost physical strength had gradually recovered in the early morning.

I don't know if it was because he was using breathing techniques during normal battles, and he experienced tremendous pain.

Qing Chen vaguely felt that the qi in his body seemed to have grown a bit. It might have been only a fist, but now it has become a punch and a half.

Moreover, the body seems to be undergoing transformation, and even the bones seem to be crackling slightly behind the sore body.

Do you want to open the gene lock?

It shouldn't be there yet.

After three hours, Jiang Xue finally made sure that she had cleaned up the wound on Qing Chen's feet. She said to Qing Chen: "You will sleep for a while, and I will lend the kitchen to make you some supplements."

"Well, thank Aunt Jiang Xue," Qing Chen said weakly.

Li Tongyun on the side said, "Brother Qingchen, when you came back early in the morning, you almost scared my mother and me to death, thinking you were leaving."

Qing Chen gave a hum.

Then I heard the little girl say: "Then my mother checked your injuries and found that only the shoulders and feet were hurt the most, so we were relieved. Don’t try so hard next time, okay, if you’re gone, I I will be scared."

Qing Chen grinned reluctantly: "Don't worry, I will be fine."

After Jiang Xue left, Li Tongyun said in a low voice: "Brother Qingchen, I probably guessed your identity, but it's a bit different from the information I had before. I have to make sure."

Qing Chen froze for a moment, as if something was discovered by the other party while he was in a coma.

But it didn't matter, he didn't really mind that the little girl knew who she was.

He was just a little curious: "Why do you want to find me in the inner world so persistently?"

But I heard Li Tongyun continue to say: “I can’t tell my mother about being a time-walker. You are not by my side. I will be scared to sleep alone in a big house at night. When I find you, I won’t be scared anymore. Qing Chen Brother, do you know that I am alone in that inner world..."

Qing Chen thought for a while: "Have you started a bitter trick?"

Li Tongyun pursed his lips: "I'm boring!"

"Do you have new friends in the world?" Qing Chen asked curiously.

"I have a brother and sister who are very good to me, and Li's grandfather is also very good to me, but the old housekeeper said that grandpa and sister are really good to me. Be careful with the brother named Li Xiuqi," Li Tongyun murmured: "The Li's consortium seems to be quite complicated, but the very good grandfather is in very poor health, and many people are secretly discussing what will happen after he leaves."

Qing Chen thought, this elder brother, elder sister, and grandfather should all be referred to as the internal direct line of the Li's consortium.

He once heard Li Shutong say that Li's contemporary family owner is 163 years old, his body is deteriorating, even anti-aging drugs no longer work, and cell division has reached the limit.

The Kashima Patriarch should be the oldest, 221 years old, but the other party's way of renewing his life does not seem to be glorious.

Qing Chen didn't want to consider these for the time being.

He turned his head and looked at his shoulder, where brand new gauze had been put on it.

All this reminded him that it was all over.

But it seems that something has not passed.

"Xiao Tongyun, can you help find paper and pens?" Qing Chen asked.

"I have it in my schoolbag," Li Tongyun said.

She had to carry her schoolbag and homework on her National Day holiday.

Qing Chen slowly leaned on the two pillows with her support. He used his mobile phone to search for the way to decipher the Morse code, and then relied on his memory to draw the Morse code that the Kunlun members had struck that night.

The index finger tap is a short message, and the **** tap is a long message. Each group of taps represents a letter or number.

For example, a tap with your index finger and a tap with your **** is the letter A.

And that seemingly disorderly rhythm of percussion, pieced together important information.

Qing Chen didn't know why he suddenly wanted to decipher that Morse code, he just felt that he seemed to have missed an extremely important thing.

That incident caused a wealthy person like Hu Xiaoniu to give up his life and beg him to avenge the two Kunlun members.

Qing Chen quickly recalled the rhythm of the percussion in his mind, and deciphered it.

He drew the Morse characters on the paper, and then marked the translated letters at the back.

"No regrets in this life, brothers take care."

"Da da da, da da, da." (I will repeat it one last time.)

"No regrets in this life, brothers take care."

This is a message from the Kunlun member who fell to the ground injured and passed on to another companion present.

Qing Chen sat on the bed and thought about it suddenly. It turned out that the other party had already been determined to die from the moment he was shot.

He looked at the bright blue sky outside the window. The sky on the mountain seemed lower and wider than in the city.

But somehow, Qing Chen's mood was a little depressed.

He folded the deciphered piece of paper and asked Li Tongyun to help it into his wallet.