Chapter 358: Missing

For a long time, Wandering Balance's expression took on a hint of complexity.

"...I understand. Although I don't support it, I won't stop it."

"I won't help you this time because, as you said, you are not our leader."

The diffuse fog dissipated little by little, and the figure of Wandering Balance completely disappeared.

In the silence, Ye Lan didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at the request for help that no one had accepted yet, and completed it as a legendary wanderer.

Legendary Wanderer... pick up?

At this moment, Yelan's mind flashed like electricity.

No way?

My speculation about Shadow of the Past has changed again.

This may not be false, but it may actually happen!

Even your own arrival is part of history!

Yelan thinks Wandering Balance has a good point. With their strength, after carefully examining themselves, if it is fake, they will not be able to find it.

Then Shadow of the Past may be the past that actually happened, and even his own arrival and actions are part of history.

In this case, the answer that has been missing will be answered.

For example, whether it was Sewage Town or the wave of assassinations in Dragon Snake Square just now. How can they resist if they don't exist?

But unfortunately, all of this can only be regarded as conjecture and cannot be proved.

For example, in my memory, I clearly woke up and entered the wasteland thirty years later. If this scene also happened in my own world... why don't many people recognize me?

In short, no matter what, this shadow of the past is outrageous. What's even more strange is that, as a member of the Touch of the Ancient Gods, it always seems to stand on its own side.

Although I also have some outrageous things, such as my hometown.

Suddenly, Ye Lan was stunned again.

In my hometown, I recorded that I had died once.

So, is this the first time I have left the wasteland?

Are the world in Shadows of the Past...home, and even Shadows of the Past itself all connected to each other?

With his brain running rapidly, Yelan shook his head suddenly.

I can't understand, and the more I think about it, the more confused I become.

But no matter which possibility, one thing is certain.

You must push the history here downward.

Thinking of this, Ye Lan laughed lightly to herself.

If the 'real' speculation is correct, is this a kind of comfort to myself?

In order to save his own world, he has done a lot of things here that may not be a big problem temporarily, but may have endless consequences.

You can feel at ease because you will be the one to wipe your ass.

The other me is also me...

Thinking that he had been struggling in Glory City for so long because his other self had done all this, Ye Lan was hesitant to speak.

What the hell! I am the mastermind behind this?

"What the hell!"

After cursing, Ye Lan knocked on his head and walked towards the Unnatural Detective Association.

Not long after, a rather majestic compound appeared in front of them.

Inside the courtyard is a well-maintained attic with a long history.

Gardeners and heavily armed people were coming and going in it, and many residents of Glory City were also walking through it in an orderly manner, making it a bustling place.

There is a very sharp contrast with what it will be like thirty years later.

"It was indeed glorious..." Yelan smiled softly, remembering the last time he came here and the lonely president.

Don't know what he is doing.

Ye Lan entered the compound without any obstruction and no one noticed. Because there are too many people coming here recently, too many.

Crunch.

Opening the door, there was a long queue in the room, which made Yelan frown.

Yelan doesn't like cutting in line.

But fortunately, the president is also busy and has no energy to deal with ordinary civil affairs.

In my own situation, it happens to be a two-way street.

Seeing that the busy and sweaty receptionist's eyes were finally empty, Yelan strode over.

"Hello, I want to see the president."

"Ah..." The receptionist's eyes were full of 007 confusion: "The president is very busy now. Do you have an appointment?"

"Uh..." Ye Lan looked at the receptionist and felt that her features were very familiar.

Ah this...

This guy won't be the president here thirty years from now, right?

"I don't have an appointment." Ye Lan's answer was so frank that the receptionist was stunned.

"No, I'm sorry. If you have anything, you can tell me... No, don't tell me. Have you seen your front desk over there? Go talk to him, and then we will discuss the details and establish a project for you based on the situation. "

Ye Lan smiled, took out his wanderer badge, and expressed his intention.

"I am a direct senior member of the homeless camp and I accepted the commission."

The receptionist was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed:

"No, you told me earlier! Just wait while I call the president... No, you follow me upstairs!"

Ye Lan didn't say anything and followed him along the stairs to the attic.

First floor, second floor...

Except that it was very new and clean, there was no difference. Yelan even looked at her future own room with interest.

All the way into the third-floor attic, it was dry and quiet inside, but Ye Lan knew that there should be a very powerful formation here.

The tired president glanced at the receptionist and Ye Lan and sighed.

"What happened? Why did you bring people to my place?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized it.

"You accepted the commission? Are you a senior member of the Wanderer Camp?"

Ye Lan nodded, just wanting to keep everything simple, and showed his own rules.

The gray mist of spiritual energy began to flicker.

"Legendary Wanderer!" The president exclaimed and stood up all of a sudden.

"Yes." Ye Lan nodded: "Tell me more about the disappearance of the population of Glory City."

"...Well, this matter is extremely strange, but I believe that a legendary wanderer can definitely solve it." The president puffed and exhaled smoke: "In this case, I won't give random instructions. Why don't you tell me in detail what you want to know."

Ye Lan nodded, which is exactly why he is willing to reveal his identity.

He needs the other party's extreme cooperation to make a quick decision.

"First of all, why are you so concerned about this matter?"

It may be a bit ruthless to say this, but the actual situation is, how many terrible disasters have occurred in Glory City one after another? Compared with this, this matter is really not a big deal.

"Well... Actually there is not much reason." The president was still puffing out smoke: "In such a troubled time as Guanghui City, no small matter can be ignored. After all... We all hope that it will be fine."

"For other things, there are masters from the two major religions to deal with, but not this one. Then I will try to see if I can fill the gaps that may have been missed. This is the meaning of my existence."

"It's just a pity that I have no idea at all. When it comes to criminal investigation, we may not even be better than the City Lord's Mansion. We can only ask for help."

Ye Lan felt a touch of respect in his heart.

In the past, most of the requests for help from other people were for themselves, for relatives and friends. Only for the president, this matter has nothing to do with him, and there is nothing urgent.

But he did not give up at all, and worked very hard, and continued very hard.

"Is there any possibility of suspicion?"

"No?" The president shook his head: "Everything is irregular, and many people are missing every day."

"How many days has it lasted?"

"A little more than two days, barely three days."

Ye Lan was thoughtful.

"How did they disappear? Are there any similarities between the missing persons, such as social relationships, professional relationships, and age relationships?"

"Did they disappear out of thin air, or what?"

Ye Lan's questions were quite professional, which made the president feel more at ease.

"There is no connection between the missing persons, it's just random. As for the way they disappeared... it's not as exaggerated as you worry."

"In short, when the victim's family woke up, they found that their family members were missing. It could be the husband, the wife, or the parents, and their belongings were all there, nothing was moved."

"Well... if you put it that way, it's not bad to say that they disappeared out of thin air."

Ye Lan frowned. It sounded like there was no clue at all. He had to open up ideas and fill in blind spots.

"Are there any overlaps in age? Both men and women? Both young and old?"

"Hiss..." The president thought for a while: "If you say so, there are no cases of disappearances of people over 60 and under 18 years old."