GBP Chapter 406 These numbers have some connection
Chapter 406 These numbers have some connection
Su Ming stood in the darkness, holding his breath, listening intently to the sounds outside. The footsteps grew closer, as if only a few steps away. His heartbeat grew faster and faster, and he knew time was running out. If he didn't choose a way out now, he would be completely trapped.
He clutched the documents tightly in both hands and slowly moved to the corner, trying to blend in with the darkness. As someone outside passed by, they paused, as if hesitating whether to come in. A few seconds later, the footsteps faded away again, disappearing into the darkness.
Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but the tension within him didn't subside despite having escaped a disaster. On the contrary, his anxiety and unease intensified. He began to wonder: Who was chasing him? Who had given him this document? If his mission was simply to deliver this document, then what would be the ultimate outcome of this journey?
What is even more complicated is, is all this a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement?
He frowned slightly, his mind replaying the merchant's look. That nervous, uncertain businessman seemed to have no intention of cooperating at all. Su Ming realized that the businessman didn't see him as a reliable candidate, but rather as a pawn, a pawn to convey a message. And this message was clearly far more important than he had imagined.
Su Ming walked to the other side of the store and flipped through the documents, trying to find some clues. The contents of the documents seemed simple: a few lines of densely packed text describing vague places and dates. However, between the lines lay a deep and unfathomable mystery.
"What is this..." He murmured softly, gradually feeling a strong sense of unease.
The places mentioned in the document evoked a strong reaction in him—he had been to these places before. Every place name, every record, seemed to be related to an experience in his past, and those vague memories began to slowly become clear.
Su Ming stood in the dimly lit shop, clutching the document, his mind swirling with countless questions and confusion. The place names and times between the lines felt like a long-lost memory suddenly resurrected, yet they carried a strange and vague air. Those seemingly meaningless strings of numbers, names, and places seemed like a code waiting to be solved. However, he didn't fully understand the value of this so-called answer; perhaps, even he didn't know.
He gently placed the document on the worn wooden table, leaning over it, his eyes scanning it carefully in the dim light. Each line of text was an invisible reminder of the growing complexity of his situation. The tasks he had once considered mundane were gradually becoming less so.
"Who on earth... dragged me into this?" he whispered to himself, his voice full of confusion and anxiety.
As Su Ming emerged from the warehouse, he felt an inexplicable force pushing him down this road. What lay at the end of this road? He couldn't predict it, or even be sure if he could reach it. Those unknown forces were constantly pushing him from behind, forcing him to keep moving forward.
"Or am I just a passive participant?" he asked himself again, his voice almost filled with a hint of helpless self-mockery.
No matter how much he questioned himself, the answer remained elusive. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he wasn't in complete control. Every step he took seemed like a path he'd chosen, yet it was always filled with uncertainty.
Just as he was lost in deep thought, he heard a few faint footsteps on the street outside. He quickly closed the document and looked out the door. In the dim night, he could vaguely see several figures slowly approaching from a distance.
He held his breath nervously, and every footstep he heard was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart. Even though the distance was still far, the feeling of imminent approach still made him unconsciously nervous.
Su Ming quickly walked away from the table and groped along the corner, looking for a place to hide temporarily. The moment he turned around, the footsteps outside the door suddenly stopped again, as if someone had stopped at the door and remained silent for a long time.
He lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the document, and felt a chill in his heart. The silent atmosphere made him feel suffocated.
"If they come in..." Su Ming thought to himself, and instantly felt a chill running down his spine. "How should I respond?"
He knew his position was too dangerous. If this group of people were really coming for him, he probably wouldn't be able to escape easily tonight.
He slowly turned his head and peeked through the crack in the window behind him. Outside, silence remained. The dim streetlights illuminated the deserted streets, and only the wind occasionally rustled the scraps of paper on the roadside. Su Ming's heartbeat was still pounding, as if the footsteps were echoing in his ears.
After a while, the footsteps outside finally began to sound again, but this time they were not heading towards the shop he was in. As the footsteps gradually faded away, his heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Looks like they're just passersby." He let out a soft breath, his heart filled with mixed emotions. While relaxed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. His once clear goal and motivation seemed to be diluted by some invisible force at this moment.
He returned to his desk and picked up the document again, his gaze still wandering between the lines. Those places, those seemingly insignificant times and names, seemed to have carved deep marks in his mind. Gradually, his vision began to blur, as if his memory was also becoming hazy as he read these words.
"Have I ever been to these places..." he muttered to himself.
Memories flooded back, yet they were elusive. The feeling of uncertainty made him even more uneasy. Yes, he had been to those places, but at the time, he didn't seem to notice anything.
"No, that's not right." He grabbed his hair and whispered, as if trying to remind himself. "I remember, I was in that place..."
His thoughts raced, and a face suddenly appeared in his mind. It was someone he once knew, someone he had a brief acquaintance with in those days. But why did he feel that face was so unfamiliar in front of him now?
"Who is he?" Su Ming's heart was filled with doubt, and his eyes once again focused on the documents on the table. That person's name seemed to have some connection with these places and these numbers.
He couldn't understand why everything had suddenly become blurry at that moment. Disjointed images kept flashing through his mind, sometimes fleeting memories of his conversation with the stranger, sometimes a few vague words he'd casually uttered before leaving. They felt like deliberately buried clues, or like a fragment of his own unconscious memory.