Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 271 Looking for Memory
Seeing that the young man didn't speak, Dumpling asked again.

The young man shook his head, went into the house, stood by the window, looked at the cloudless, clear blue sky outside, and something that had been weighing on his heart seemed to be released at that moment.

He turned around, looked at the dumplings standing at the door with an inquisitive and curious expression, and said seriously, "Very clean."

"Huh?" Dumpling scratched her head, somewhat confused. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the sky-blue sheets on the large bed in the middle of the room, and the pattern of many palm-sized little yellow chicks scrubbing themselves on the sheets while squatting on clouds. Her eyes twitched.

"Haha, I'm glad you're satisfied." Dumpling chuckled dryly. He still couldn't understand why his boss, Mr. Yu, insisted that he buy such a childish four-piece bedding set. He had initially thought that the distinguished guest who was going to stay was a kid who liked little yellow chicks.

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After dinner, Dumpling stayed inside playing games, while Wu Xiaoxie and the other two lay on the recliners in the pavilion, chatting idly.

"Hey bro, what are your plans for the future?" Wu Xiaoxie asked.

The young man closed his eyes, seemingly deep in thought. After a long while, he opened them and said softly, "I want to travel around."

The fat man popped open a can of beer and placed it next to the young man. "Want to go somewhere? Do you have a destination in mind? Want me to make you a travel guide or something?"

The young man looked up at the darkening sky and said softly, "I don't know. I'll go to those places you mentioned, Shandong, Changsha, Changbai Mountain, the desert, and see if I can remember anything."

Wu Xiaoxie's heart skipped a beat; this was the last thing he wanted to hear—he wanted to memorize something.

He suddenly realized that if the young man's life continued to cycle through amnesia, searching, remembering, and then amnesia again, then even if the world ended, he might never find the mystery he was looking for.

If, during his travels, he is reminded of something by the scenery, for someone with a blank memory, even a small fragment of emotion would be incredibly tempting. With countless unknowns ahead, this tiny hint could become a thread leading to various black holes, causing immense suffering.

He suddenly understood what the young man had said by the campfire: "I am a person without a past or a future."

His life was almost without pause or rest; he was constantly on the move, and the bigger the mystery behind it, the more painful it became.

Most importantly, he didn't know what he was looking for from the very beginning, because he would lose his memory during the process, so he would have to start all over again.

Searching has become a habit in his life. Perhaps even he himself doesn't know what else he can do besides searching.

For someone suffering from amnesia, perhaps finding their past is the sole purpose of their life.

However, Wu Xiaoxie deeply understood the pain involved, and he really didn't want Xiao Ge to continue down that old path.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, with only the faint sounds of Dumplings cursing and shouting coming from inside the room as he played games.

"Hey, hurry up, hurry up ahead! What the hell are you doing standing here? Waiting for the hen to lay an egg?"

The fat man chuckled, lit a cigarette, and the thin gray smoke swayed and quickly dissipated into the air.

"Naive. Let nature take its course. It's unrealistic to force him to stay here," the fat man sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumpling, who had been holed up in the room playing games, suddenly poked his head out and called out, "Third Master."

Wu Xiaoxie turned his head to look over.

Dumpling scratched his face, chuckled sheepishly, and asked, "Young Master, are you leaving Hangzhou with this young man?" Wu Xiaoxie just looked at him without saying a word.

Dumpling shrank back, ran back into the house, took out a backpack, and handed it to Wu Xiaoxie. "This was prepared by Master Yu. He said that if you are going to leave Hangzhou, the things in here should be useful."

Wu Xiaoxie took it, opened it, and saw some documents inside. On top was an ID card with a one-inch photo of Xiao Ge's expressionless face. There was also a note inside the transparent protective sleeve. He took it out and saw that it was Zhang Wuxun's handwriting.

"That kid Muyu is quite well-prepared. What does it say?" Fatty leaned over to take a look and read it aloud, "I'm going to take care of something. I'll be back in about half a month. You and Fatty go ahead."

"Going ahead..." the fat man muttered, then asked Dumpling, "When did your Master Yu leave that note?"

Dumpling counted on her fingers, "About two weeks ago."

The fat man nodded. "More than half a month, that's fast. Tianzhen, let's hurry up and think about it. Last time you asked me to inquire about Xiao Ge, I actually got some clues."

Wu Xiaoxie immediately became interested. "What did you find out?"

"Do you remember that bald-headed Chu who helped your third uncle pick up the lamas when we went to Changbai Mountain the time before last?" the fat man said.

Wu Xiaoxie suddenly remembered, "You mean the money exchange owner who works with my third uncle? Didn't he conspire with Chen Pi Asi to scheme against my third uncle, and then Lei Zi caught him? What do you want with him?"

“Since these middlemen who recruit lamas can contact Brother and me, they must have their own sources of information. They might know something about Brother’s affairs,” Fatty said. “However, those people are very tight-lipped. I couldn’t get them to talk even if I offered them money. So I was thinking of finding someone who doesn’t have those concerns and isn’t afraid of offending people.”

“That bald Chu has been in there for so long, he’s probably already confessed everything he needed to. If we find him, we can surely pry something out of him.”

Wu Xiaoxie's eyes lit up. "That's a good idea, but these kinds of people are very shrewd. What if we go there and they turn around and report us?"

The fat man shook his head confidently, "He's down on his luck now and has a lot of people to ask for help from. We're basically providing him with a lifeline. It shouldn't be hard to get information out of him, but we just don't know where that old guy is being held."

Wu Xiaoxie breathed a sigh of relief. "That's easy. We can ask Pan Zi to inquire about the situation."

He glanced at the young man and said, "It's better for us to get involved than to let him wander around aimlessly like a headless fly."

The fat man sighed, "That kid Muyu has disappeared without a trace. Otherwise, he would know more than us, and at least he could have found the place where Xiao Ge used to live."

The two discussed some details and then went back to their respective rooms to sleep.

The next day, Wu Xiaoxie called Pan Zi and told him about it. Pan Zi readily agreed and told him to wait for news.

The young man is temporarily staying in a house in Hangzhou.

Three days later, Panzi called with bad news.

"That old guy seemed to have been in contact with someone before. He wouldn't say even if we offered him money, and he looked like he was in deep trouble."

Wu Xiaoxie's heart skipped a beat; this was troublesome. "Did he reveal who he was?"

(End of this chapter)