I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1217 Searching
In my memory, I was standing in front of this machine, searching for something with it, and then the "confusion" disappeared.

What did I search for back then?

Mo Ling gently lit up the machine's screen, and a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart. He seemed to remember how to operate this machine and how to search, but when he opened the search bar, he was stunned. He couldn't remember what he had searched for. Those memories were too specific, and he couldn't recall them at all.

Mo Ling patted his square head, trying to awaken the dormant brain cells, but his memory stalled there. The machine's screen was lit, but he didn't know where to begin...

Perhaps sensing his hesitation, the machine promptly played a tutorial. This was a program designed to guide beginners who didn't know how to operate it. Mo Ling didn't interrupt the tutorial and listened carefully until the entire tutorial ended.

As far as I remember, he seemed to have finished watching the tutorial in the same way.

What exactly was I doing back then?

"It seems like they're looking for something..."

"What are you looking for?"

Although I can't know what I searched for back then, I can still piece together some of my "thoughts" from my memory.

At that time, he seemed to be looking for something.

"Looking for belongings? No, that's not right..."

"It seems like they're looking for someone!"

Mo Ling kept using the process of elimination to filter through the possibilities. When the guess of "finding someone" came to mind, he had that familiar feeling again.

"That's right! I'm looking for someone! I'm looking for someone in Dawn City! At first, I didn't know where this place was, then I found the answer in the library, and then I went to look for the person!"

After figuring it all out, Mo Ling almost jumped up in excitement.

He finally understood why his past self had come to Dawn City.

With a "motive," the logic becomes clear; he only needs to follow this logical thread to retrieve the entire memory.

"Where did I go next?" Mo Ling continued to ponder.

As he pondered, several vague scenes gradually surfaced in his mind:
The park outside Dawn City, several tall buildings in the city, some public facilities, and the tallest building in Dawn City...

"What was that building called again?"

Mo Ling casually typed her question into the search bar in front of her.

What is the tallest building in Dawn City?

Soon, the answer Mo Ling wanted appeared on the screen.

"Dawn Tower".

"Yes, yes, it's Dawn Tower!"

The name instantly echoed in Mo Ling's memory, and he immediately knew that the person he was looking for was right here, not somewhere else in his memory, but at Dawn Tower!
The location of Dawn Tower was also marked on the machine screen. Mo Ling glanced at it, and a route appeared in her mind.

"Am I really that familiar with Dawn City?"

He turned and walked out of the library, still puzzled.

Now that we know our next destination, there's no need to linger here...

However, Dawn Tower is quite far from the library, requiring a journey across most of the city to reach, so it seems that transportation will be necessary.

Mo Ling arrived outside the library and was about to use the electronic screen to check the nearby shuttle bus stop information when a dark figure suddenly blocked his way. The wind almost blew his coat off, so he quickly pulled it up and looked at the huge dark figure in front of him.

It was actually a huge "bronze chariot" engraved with all sorts of mysterious and ancient patterns... gods and Buddhas, rare birds and beasts, blessed lands, divine weapons and demonic artifacts, everything imaginable was depicted on it, and they were all engraved with great lifelike detail. It was clearly no ordinary object.

Moreover, the chariot was surrounded by ethereal mist, with white fog constantly emanating from its bottom, completely obscuring its outline, making it appear as if it were riding on clouds and about to soar into the sky at any moment.

Looking further up, one can see a middle-aged man in sunglasses standing abruptly on top of the tank, dressed in trendy but somewhat casual attire, peering out at the tank below.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Ling stared blankly at this strange group, wondering why they had suddenly stopped in front of him.

Just as he was about to ask, the man in sunglasses spoke first, and his words immediately cleared up Mo Ling's confusion. "Handsome, where are you going? Want to come?"

"..."

"Want to come? It's very cheap."

"..."

"Handsome guy?"

"..."

"oi!"

So they were just touting!

Mo Ling's tense nerves snapped instantly.

He thought it was some unexpected guest, an old friend he had met a hundred years ago, or a mysterious person who could answer his questions. But it turned out to be a friendly, soliciting uncle!

"What a waste of time..."

This is also because the mounts of future humans are made too mysterious, and each one looks like a hermit master.

However, Mo Ling never expected that in such a distant future, the craft of soliciting customers would still be thriving.

"Who says the real economy is dying? Look, there are still some..."

Mo Ling was stunned, and the man in sunglasses was also puzzled. Why wasn't the kid answering him? Even if he wasn't going to take a ride, he should have at least shook his head. Based on his years of experience soliciting passengers, the kid clearly had a need. He had just turned on the electronic screen to search the map, but why wasn't it responding yet? Could it be…?

"Hey pretty girl, wanna come on?"

He corrected his "address" to Mo Ling. Nowadays, young people often dress as the opposite gender, and he had mistaken him for someone else before. Perhaps this young man in front of him was one of them.

As the uncle shouted, he patted his chariot and raised his chin with an "oi" sound, trying to get Mo Ling's attention.

……

"Can we go to Dawn Tower?"

"Get on the bus, get on the bus."

How do I get up there?

"Put your feet there."

The uncle guided Mo Ling to step into the smoke, where there was a floating platform that directly transported Mo Ling to the chariot.

"Isn't it very advanced?" the uncle asked proudly.

"Mm." Mo Ling nodded.

"Sit tight, take a look at the navigation, how long does it take to get to Dawn Tower from here?" The uncle pointed to the electronic screen in Mo Ling's hand.

"It will take 40 minutes."

"No need, 20 minutes is enough!" The uncle's tone suddenly became confident, and his eyes became unusually firm. A glint flashed on his sunglasses. He was no longer the smooth-talking man he used to be when soliciting customers. He seemed like a different person, releasing a powerful aura.

At this moment, the chariot beneath his feet had become one with him.

He didn't even need to sit down; he simply stood on the chariot, waved his hand lightly, and the chariot sped off like lightning, drifting across the square and rushing into the distance. Only when the chariot began to accelerate did the uncle calmly sit down.

To Mo Ling's surprise, the tank driven by the uncle did not choose the automatic pathfinding route, but instead went directly into the side road of the square, parting ways with the long line of automatic pathfinding vehicles.

"It's faster this way and there won't be any traffic jams. Don't worry, I know it well."

The middle-aged man explained skillfully, looking completely confident...

(End of this chapter)