The additional questions in the third examination room are always garbled.
Yan Wan thought it was a system bug at first, until after a copy ended, he found an encrypted note on the bottom of the terminal - only one line of words, in his own handwriting: "I hid the key in 000."
But he checked all the files and found that the number 000 was empty.
Unclaimed.
Until a man in a gray hoodie walked past him in the mirror maze and pressed lightly on the terminal on his right wrist.
All the mirrors shattered at the same time.
The man looked back at him. The brim of his hat was lowered, only part of his chin was exposed.
"You're going in the wrong direction."
That was the first time Yan Wan heard his voice.
It was also the first time Qingjiu had spoken to him in more than 47,000 resets.
Only later did Yan Wan realize that deleted memories do not mean they have disappeared. Cleared data does not mean death.
Someone remembered everything for him.
Intention: Forgetting does not mean disappearing. As long as there are still people who remember, everything will still be there.
