Leader of the Ark Raiders

Kuranta hugged him all at once and burst into tears.

"Okay, okay, it's all right." Shen Cangye touched the horse's ears on the top of Rainstorm's head.

The fluffy feel reminded him of another Kuranta in Rhodes Island.

"Doctor Shen...I owe you, I owe you all this..." Rain said crying, "I have never seen... such a big sandstorm."

She was visibly terrified.

"It's okay, haven't we come back safely?" Shen Cangye looked outside the rescue station.

The wind and sand are still raging.

Nature is something to be admired.

Human beings are helpless in the face of natural disasters such as sandstorms, earthquakes, and tsunamis.

Shen Cangye waited at the rescue station all night, after confirming that the team members were fine, he returned to the Qinjiao Black Market.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Shir Teer lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly.

Didn't she sleep in the room last night?Shen Cangye was a little surprised.

Alarmed by the sound of the door, the Sarkaz girl sat up sleepily.

"Shirtel." Shen Cangye said, "Why are you sleeping in the living room?"

The big Sarkaz cat rubbed his eyes and looked at him for a while, "Ah, it's you—you're back. You haven't come back since you went out yesterday afternoon. I thought something was wrong with you."

"I was at the rescue station last night." Shen Cangye said, "Are you waiting for me?"

Shirtel tilted his head, saw the fireplace in the living room, and said by the way: "No. I'm just warming up in the living room."

There is not even firewood in the fireplace, you told me you were warming up?

"Ah, as long as you're safe anyway." Shirtel didn't ask him what he was doing, as if everything would be fine as long as he came back.

She rubbed her temples, got up and walked up the stairs, "Then I'll go back to my room and sleep."

"Wait." Shen Cangye chased to the stairs and stopped her, "You said earlier that you might go to the desert in the next few days, although it's a bit abrupt, but... why don't I go with you."

The big Sarkaz cat raised her eyebrows, and then the corners of her mouth also raised, but said: "No, I'm not the kind of person who likes to cause trouble for others."

"That was not what I meant."

"Then you're worried about me?" Stuart asked bluntly.

"I'm not worried about you, but very worried about you." Shen Cangye said, "Did you see the sandstorm last night? A team from Rhodes Island was trapped in the desert. The desert is very dangerous. I'm worried about you alone." What happens to people."

"Oh." Shirtel leaned forward, "Are you afraid that I won't come back? Are you afraid that Rhodes Island won't be able to recruit me?"

"It's not that I'm afraid you won't come back, but I'm afraid you won't come back." Shen Cangye corrected, "And this is mine, it has nothing to do with Rhodes Island."

"Don't you want my ability to be used by Rhodes Island?"

Shen Cangye sighed, "Sirtel, I can distinguish between public and private. It is true that Rhodes Island needs your strength, but whether it is making ice cream, helping you find memories or going to the desert together, It's all my own idea. I regard you as a friend, I hope you can be safe and happy, that's all."

"Isn't it because you value my ability?" Shirtel asked seriously.

"I said no, it's you who is important." Shen Cangye said.

"Really?"

"Why, don't you believe me?"

The Sarkaz girl smiled.

Shen Cangye said: "If you insist on going by yourself, I won't stop you, but if you encounter any danger in the desert, you must contact me, and I will rush there as soon as possible."

The red-haired Sarkaz shrugged, "The danger of the desert is for others, not for me—have you forgotten the lava giant you saw in the rainforest?"

Shen Cangye was speechless.

This aunt does have the ability to say that.

"But—" Shirtel stretched out his hand and rubbed Shen Cangye's hair affectionately, "But you can continue to worry about me. I have never been worried about me before. It feels good to be cared about."

After speaking, she turned around and walked upstairs and returned to her room.

After locking the door, the Sarkaz girl let out a breath.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have held it for so long, I was exhausted.

She was so excited that she jumped onto the bed in a standing long jump.

click!

A loud bang.

The bed board is broken.

"Shirtel?" Shen Cangye shouted outside, "What happened?"

"No—nothing!" Shirtel jumped off the bed in a panic, looked under the bed carefully, and then sat down on the sofa peacefully.

681. What does Shirtel look like in your eyes?

Shirtel left, according to what she said, to find the memory that belonged to her in the desert.

Shen Cangye sent her to the edge of the desert.

In the car, she was still talking happily.

"You said, when I recover my memory, what kind of person will I become?"

"I'm going to know my past soon... It took a lot of time to finally get to this point."

When getting out of the car, the always proud and quiet Sarkaz hesitated again.

In her hand, she still held the notebook.

In the filled notebook, she crossed out the words that recorded the memory fragments line by line, leaving only a few lines in the end.

She firmly believed that after excluding all other wrong options, this last item must be her memory.

She is excited.

Because she is about to get close to her real self.

She is also apprehensive.

Because she didn't know if she would still be the original after obtaining that memory.

In the end, Shirtel handed over the hard-bound, slightly worn notebook to Shen Cangye.

"If I don't come back, keep it for me, remember it for me." Sarkaz said, smiling at him.

"Talking nonsense." Shen Cangye frowned.

He said seriously: "I'll wait for you to come back. The ice cream in the refrigerator hasn't been finished yet."

He took the notebook.

When he stretched out his hand, the girl's slender index finger scratched the back of his hand intentionally or unintentionally.

Sarkaz smiled, "Maybe when I find the previous memory, I won't be the ice cream-loving Shirtel."

Shen Cangye spread his hands, "Then just watch me finish eating your favorite ice cream."

A snort came out of Shirtel's nose, which gave him a shudder on the forehead.

She closed the car door and turned to leave, leaving behind only a figure holding a huge sword.

Her figure gradually drifted away, and soon disappeared into the desert...

…Shen Cangye recalled that three days had passed since the Sarkaz cat was sent away that day.

No audio.

He knew that with Shirtel's ability, nothing could pose a threat to her.

But it is still unavoidable to look out the window frequently.

He walked to the balcony on the second floor and found that this location happened to be able to have a panoramic view of the road between the Qinjiao Black Market and the Rhode Island Rescue Station.

And almost every evening when he came back, Shirtel would stand here "watching the scenery"—she claimed to be watching the scenery.

There are no tall buildings in the desert to block the line of sight, so you can see very far away at a glance.

Shen Cangye stared at the sand dunes in the distance.

The sand dunes are clearly outlined and layered.

The ridge line of the mound is smooth and smooth, the sand slope on the windward side is like water, and the quicksand on the leeward side is like rushing.

I don't know if that confused Sarkaz found his memory?

... Stel stared fixedly at the sand dunes, cacti and a small dry oasis in front of him.

This was the last place she wrote down in the notebook.

But she didn't recall anything.

This last one is not her memory either.

The wind pulled the sand and dust away from the ground, condensing into endless darkness in the sky.

The twilight of the sun is also gone.

Everything around is as silent as dead.

Blood gurgled down the arm scraped on the sand, and the body was still aching.

She slowly sat down in the sand, staring dully at the gray-yellow sky.

She felt that every beat of her heart was like a heavy hammer, hitting her whole body with pain.

Splitting headache.

In the dark, she seemed to hear a voice, whispering.

"who are you?"

"...I'm Shirtle."

"Anyone can be Shirtel. What can a name represent? Only a unique soul and a unique memory can create an independent person."

There was banter in that voice.

Then it turned into ridicule: "No one remembers you, because you have no memory and no soul."

"Go to hell!" Shirtel swung his sword angrily.

There was a crackling sound in the air.

Afterwards, other abnormal noises came from all directions.

Wails, roars, shouts of killing... can be heard endlessly.

She couldn't tell whether what was in front of her was reality or a dream.

The severe headache forced her to close her eyes.

Darkness spread from all directions.

"All these years, what am I looking for..."

The darkness of twisted chaos engulfed her.

She seemed to have fallen into the sea, slowly falling in the darkness.

The oppression of high-density deep sea water made her unable to breathe, and she twisted her body like a nightmare.

She recalled what the man once said on the deck of Rhodes Island: People are a collection of memories, and it is memories that make you who you are.

"It turns out that I... am nothing." Sarkaz let go of the hand holding the big sword.

... At two o'clock in the morning, maybe three o'clock in the morning, Shen Cangye received a call.

At that time, he was still in the office.

Everyone else was asleep, and the house was silent.

The computer is doing calculations automatically.

Shen Cangye took Shirtel's notebook and flipped through it randomly.