He carefully sorted out the memory fragments of his experience during the fifteen-minute lunch break. Those fragments were messy and disorganized, and the total length was even more than forty-five minutes.
In the flashbacks of memory, he seemed to see a bright light shining on his face as he lay flat on his back.
Is that... a shadowless lamp?
That seemed to be a clip of an operation...
Wencheng frowned slightly, and put one hand on his head, forcing himself to recall the fragments of memory.
The deeper he dug, the deeper that fragment sank into his memory.
But he did not give up and kept trying to catch it.
Under the illumination of the shadowless lamp, a string of numbers seemed to echo in Wencheng's ears.
It was like hypnosis, a string of numbers kept repeating in the form of sound, rolling in front of his eyes in the form of pictures, and he was completely unable to close his eyes.
A drop of cold sweat fell on his knee, and the numbers that he saw with his eyes, heard with his ears, and recalled in his mind gradually pieced together.
Wencheng's lips moved silently, and he read out the numbers:
"2875"
A four-digit random number, what does it mean?
If it is identity information, this number is obviously too small in Hope City with a population of nearly 10 million.
After recalling this number, Wencheng felt a little exhausted and had no strength to recall the memory fragments he had just dreamed of.
And those fragments, like ordinary dreams, quickly dissipated within a short time after people woke up, as if they had never existed.
Wencheng had just finished a world war and was very busy with work during this period.
But after all, the battle is over, and most of the remaining work is related to the aftermath.
The issue of repairing damaged city walls in the outer city area has always been a joint negotiation between the factory and the army. After all, this kind of thing cannot be dealt with casually.
Wen Cheng had just finished dealing with this matter and had a short break.
Seeing that there were no unprocessed documents in front of him, Wen Cheng sat back in his chair and began to think about the meaning of the four-digit number.
Why do I have to remember this number?
In other words, why did the owner of that memory want to remember this number?
Wencheng opened the terminal in front of him, verified his identity, and entered the military's special internal network.
He did not verify his guess directly, but began to search around like a thief breaking into a database.
After a while, he had enough redundant data, so he clicked on an interface that he browsed almost every day:
A collection of files on superpowers.
The information of all currently known super-powered people in Hope City is summarized here, including but not limited to super-powered people directly under the military, super-powered people who are transferred to other institutions due to their weak abilities, and super-powered people hired from outside under special circumstances.
Even some owners of gray areas in inner and outer suburbs can find detailed information, although these guys have been dying faster and faster recently.
After a brief browse, he placed the cursor in the search box and entered the mysterious characters 2875.
After a brief hesitation, Wen Cheng added two more zeros at the front to make up the six-digit number representing the superpower's number.
After a brief loading time, a person's information appeared in front of him.
The superpower Brando was one of the first superpowers to awaken. His abilities were mediocre. He wasted his youth in a lot of trial and error. He eventually died in a beast attack in the 34th year of the New Era. His body was cremated after being studied, and his ashes are now stored in...
Wen Cheng quickly glanced through the life of the superpower named Brando, and felt that he was just an unknown person with no characteristics worth remembering.
There are hopefully at least eight thousand super-powered people like this in the city. Not everyone's abilities are suitable for fighting, and not everyone's mentality is suitable for fighting.
There will always be some unlucky people who have decent abilities but unfortunately die in their first battle or during the process of developing their abilities.
But since this number can now only point to this super-powered person, Wen Cheng decided to investigate further.
He walked out of the office, said a few words to the clerk outside, and went to the place where the ashes were stored.
This was not an abnormal behavior for him. The war had just ended, and as the highest leader of the army, it was normal for him to go and mourn the dead soldiers and super-powered people.
Refusing his men's company, Wencheng entered the huge basement filled with urns alone.
While paying attention to the numbers on the shelves, he walked slowly through them, and finally arrived at his destination and saw the ashes belonging to the super-powered Brando.
Is this a bit offensive?
This thought arose in Wencheng's mind.
He thought about it and felt that what happened to him was too outrageous, so it wouldn't matter if he did something a little bit out of line.
"I apologize if I have offended you."
Wencheng said this very sincerely, and then gently lifted the urn.
The mere touch of picking it up brought a look of surprise to his face.
Too light, unreasonably light.
At this moment, Wen Cheng confirmed that he seemed to have a certain talent for solving cases. Even if he was transferred to the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the future, he might be able to lead the purge team to solve some major cases.
After confirming that the weight in his hand was not normal, he opened the jar in front of him without any hesitation. Sure enough, there were no normal things inside, only a folded paper lying quietly at the bottom.
Wencheng quickly pulled out the strangely folded paper and put the empty can back to its original place.
After casually stuffing it into his pocket, he walked out as if nothing had happened, pretending that the mourning had been completed, and started his return journey accompanied by his men.
After returning to the office, Wen Cheng calmed himself down and took out the paper from his pocket with a little trepidation.
The paper was folded in a peculiar way, and you could tell at a glance what was inside.
Wencheng opened it little by little and saw a line of handwritten words on it:
"Brando the Superpower, greetings to His Excellency Wencheng.
"If you can see these words, it means that your plan at that time was successful. I have repaid your kindness. I wish you all the best."
Sandwiched between the papers was a small memory card. Wen Cheng could read the contents by simply placing it on the terminal surface in front of him.
But he didn't do that. Instead, he held it tightly in his hand to prevent any possible accidents from happening at any time.
After burning the paper, Wencheng fell silent again.
There was no such person as Brando in his memory, and when he died, he should have been receiving professional training from the councilors in the spire, preparing to take over the army in the future.
This all makes so much sense, but why...
The feeling in his hand was not fake. Wen Cheng, who never showed his emotions, calmed down a little and pretended nothing had happened and continued to handle his official business.
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