"They... they come from... far away." The prisoner hesitated, and Gawain's sword stabbed him in the chest again.
"Don't hesitate, just say whatever you want to say." Gao Wen said.
"Okay, okay, stop poking. I'll tell you." The prisoner didn't want to suffer more torture, so he started talking like a bamboo tube pouring beans, "They come from a world called Earth. It's a different world from here. Except for the lack of magic, it's much more advanced than here. People built high-rise buildings, there are flying airplanes in the sky, and there are large cruise ships in the sea. They even launched spaceships and rockets to the outside of this planet. There are Internet, mobile phones, and countless entertainment programs. The lives of ordinary people are much more interesting than here. Moreover, most people have basic guarantees in their lives. As long as they are not born in a war-torn country, they don't have to worry too much about food and clothing. And this group of people from Earth all belong to a country called China, so it is called the Tower of China."
"China?" Mo Yu put his hand on his forehead. "China... I seem to have heard this name many times. But why can't I remember it?"
Gao Wen saw her like this and asked with concern: "Mo Yu, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine, go on." Mo Yu waved her hand, indicating that she was fine. She looked at the prisoner and said, "Which world are you from, too?"
“…Yes,” said the prisoner.
"Then what is your real name? It's definitely not the name you used when we caught you, Adams the Messenger of the Dead." Mo Yu said, "Haha, you're really second-rate."
"Boss, what does zhongerzi mean?" Gallo asked.
"Huh? Did I say that?" Mo Yu was stunned.
"Yeah. I just said it casually." Gallo replied.
Mo Yu held her chin and recalled it. It seemed that she mentioned this word. She knew the meaning of this word, but she didn't know where she saw it from.
"Are you from that world as well?" The prisoner's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "My name is Xu Xin. The 'zhonger' you mentioned is a word from our world, and it's a Chinese word, so you can't possibly know it. But you just said it in your words, so there is only one possibility, you are also from that world! Are you a hidden time traveler? Me too, we are probably from the same hometown, classmates! For this reason, please let me go!"
"What a joke, how could our boss come from another world? This guy is full of nonsense and needs to be taught a lesson." Gallo kicked Xu Xin.
"It's not impossible." Bella said, "Have you forgotten that the eldest sister had amnesia before? She doesn't remember anything before she fought her way out of the Wolf Valley. Moreover, I remember that for a long time, her proficiency in magic words was much higher than that in the common language. Judging from the pronunciation, the strange 'middle school' just now is a magic word, right?"
Mo Yu seemed to have not heard what they said, and fell into deep thought. She always felt that something crucial was about to break out from the depths of her memory. But it was just a little bit away, just a little bit away from breaking through that barrier and allowing her to recall the past. She said, "I don't remember anything about the other world. Everything I can recall happened in this world."
"You must have lost your memory. We also have a guy named Liu Yisheng who lost his memory! But look at yourself." Xu Xin said anxiously, "You have black eyes and black hair like me, don't you? This is the best evidence."
"Tell us more about the Tower of China." Mo Yu said.
"Before the Tower of China came here, it was a school called Huaxia University. Because of an unknown spatial change, it appeared in this world." As he spoke, he eagerly watched Mo Yu's expression change, but he was disappointed. The other party didn't seem to react.
Xu Xin had no choice but to continue, "The Tower of China is ruled by a committee, and the current chairman of the committee, or the head, is named Xiao Chen. He has inherited the Dream Tower. He is a great magician who is good at spiritual magic. It is said that his strength has grown rapidly in the past two years. He is widely believed in the magician circle to be a saint."
"Xiao Chen..." Mo Yu has been muttering this name to himself ever since he heard it.
Xu Xin said, "Xiao Chen is a very sinister and vicious person. He is very good at internal fighting. I was forced to leave the Tower of China by him and his minions. Why do you think I want to learn necromancy? In the end, it is for self-protection. If I didn't have some skills, I wouldn't be able to escape here and would have been killed by those who captured me."
"Why do I feel that Xiao Chen is a good person when I hear his name?" Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, and felt that some long-forgotten memories began to emerge from his mind. At first, they were just some extremely fragmented images and sounds. But slowly, they began to combine together according to a certain logic and began to become specific images and sounds.
Xu Xin's rambling narration began to fade out of her thoughts. Some images flashed through her mind, some were huge high-rise buildings, some were vehicles that could drive themselves, and some were people of all kinds wearing strange clothes. These images made her feel surprised, but also familiar and kind.
Then all kinds of people appeared in his mind, male and female, old and young, all of whom had some connection with her, especially a little boy who appeared the most times. She had a feeling that this should be her younger brother.
Later, she heard a voice. It was a man, and he was saying something to her.
She listened hard and finally heard clearly what the other party said:
"Little sister, do you want to play hide-and-seek after you turn off the lights?"
"It's okay, no one will die, we will be rescued. You are not hurt, are you?"
"Generally, when an earthquake occurs, schools are the focus of disaster relief, and dormitories are of course the top priority. So if I'm right, people will be here soon."
"It's dark, and I'm alone... Hey, why don't you introduce yourself? My name is Xiao Chen."
At this time, Xiao Chen's written words and his voice loosened the barrier in her mind. They were like a key that opened the door to her memory.
In the dark basement, the man opposite had a thin but well-defined face. He had a very neat short hair and a reassuring smile. He didn't look like a bad guy at first glance.
"Oh, my name is Zhou He." Mo Yu replied. (To be continued)