302's mood still hasn't calmed down.

Something had changed in him.

He cried.

Even though he knew that the man just now chose to die for the sake of greater victory, he still cried.

This does not mean weakness or fear, it is just an expression of certain emotions.

It only existed for a few seconds.

Then, 302 returned to its original calm.

Outside, the elder brother heard the news and whispered to Lin Mo, "Have you heard that obsession will make you cry?" Lin Mo shook his head.

Most obsessions are terrifying. They are the most unreasonable kind of nightmare and a group that is difficult for outsiders to break into.

They have no fear, are extremely powerful, and have no sense of the passage of time.

Existing for one thing only.

Until this is accomplished they are nearly invincible, nothing can kill them and no force can stop them.

As for crying.

Anyway, Lin Mo has never seen it.

He had seen the obsession of being impatient.

For example, a delivery guy gets angry because it takes too long to pick up the food.

At the gate, Lin Mo had already changed into new clothes.

His identity this time is 'coachman'.

That's right.

After the previous identity is sacrificed, the coachman will appear on the scene.

And because of the large amount of foreshadowing before, 302 will most likely recognize the driver and have a natural sense of trust in him.

Of course, this also requires a process.

The first thing is how to confirm that he is the driver.

However, Lin Mo had already laid the groundwork for this matter.

In the room.

While the guards around were not paying attention, 302 slowly reached into his coat pocket and took something out.

He was very careful, fearing that others would find out.

It was a small note.

Wrinkled and bloodstained.

302 found a chance to take a look, then put the note into his mouth and swallowed it.

Destroy the body and cover up all traces.

There was a string of numbers and two lines of poetry written on the note.

Last night the Big Dipper returned to the north, floating like dust on the road.

302 is also a learned man. He knows that these two lines of poetry were taken from two different ancient poems and pieced together.

What is this thing used for?

Obviously, this is a code.

A one-on-one code.

If someone says the previous sentence, then by reading the next sentence, you can determine the other person's identity.

This thing is very secretive.

It is generally impossible to write it down on paper, so it must be remembered in the mind.

But why is it on this note?

302 I guess it was written by the comrade who chose to sacrifice himself before, and he wrote it specifically for himself.

Because this note was secretly slipped into my pocket by the other person when he passed by me the last time he was caught.

The action was very covert and no one noticed.

And 302 has never shown it.

This is the habit of those who fight on the secret front.

Be careful, be careful again.

Be cautious, be cautious again.

It was only later that he found a chance to take a look at it, wrote it down, and destroyed it immediately.

"That string of numbers must be very important."

302 muttered to himself.

He wrote it down.

Since this is something that the person is willing to die to pass on, it must be very important.

Now I am the only one who knows that string of numbers.

So I can't die.

The information must be passed on, no matter what the cost.

Outside.

Lin Yuan and Lin Mo felt that the obsession in the room had increased sharply, and everyone had a strange look on their faces.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. Why did his obsession increase again out of nowhere?"

"302 seems to be even more powerful."

"Ignore him and proceed according to the plan. This is a great opportunity that cannot be wasted."

"By the way, what's the name of that string of numbers on the note?"

"That's something I made up. It's the password of my previous gaming account."

“…”

Lin Mo explained in detail at this time, saying that there would be no chance for trial and error in the next step, there was only one chance, and once started, you had to go on and could not stop.

"Because this time, we are not the only ones on the battlefield, but also the Japanese soldiers here. Just think about it and you will know that this battle is going to be huge."

"Have you figured out the escape route?"

"Almost. I asked Ghost to explore around and found a courtyard near the city wall. There is a cellar in it. I will say it is a tunnel dug in advance that can lead to the outside of the city. I will take 302 there. Didn't I break his leg during the interrogation? He knows he can't escape. I concluded that he would put his hope in me, the coachman, and let me pass on the information on his behalf. In this way, he will let go of his obsession when he knows that the information has been passed on. At that time, the memory recollection will end."

"Good plan." The elder brother praised, thought for a moment, and then said, "What about mom, will she..."

Lin Mo knew what his brother meant.

I'm afraid that once this memory recollection ends, my mother will return to her original form.

It was so hard to get their mother back, and it would be hard for them to accept if they were to go back to the old ways.

Lin Mo and his brother thought about this issue carefully.

Some views and suggestions were put forward, but no real consensus was reached.

At this time Lin Mo suddenly thought of a possibility.

He glanced at Lin Yuan and said, "Brother, do you remember that I have a cardboard box?"

"I don't remember. Do you?"

"I don't remember it either, but I did. I only found out about it later. The cardboard box was magical. There was a little kid inside that I didn't know. It insisted that I was its father. Isn't that nonsense? But it said it seriously. I guess it didn't lie."

"What do you mean?"

"I think that since the little ghost named Doudou didn't lose his memory, maybe it's because he is in that cardboard box and will not be affected by the time reversal. It's like an isolation box that can be isolated from the surrounding environment."

"I see. You mean, put mom in there?"

"Yes, this is the most reliable plan I think."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Nothing is 100% certain. If you are 70% to 80% sure, you can do it."

“That’s right.”

Because there are only two possibilities for the next scene.

One possibility is that the performance is good and everyone is happy; the other possibility is that the performance is bad and the result is that time goes back and restarts again.

Lin Mo just found out that the cardboard box can block the memory plundering during the restart.

It's a bit late.

This time, only my mom can fit in. She is small and Doudou can force her way in, but one more person won’t fit.

Lin Mo wanted his brother to go in as well.

My brother said that your plan this time is so thorough that it will definitely succeed, so it doesn’t matter whether you get in or not.

What can Lin Mo say? He himself said that nothing is 100% certain in the world, and I may not even be able to achieve 70% or 80% of what 302 wants.

Lin Mo estimated that it was at most 60%.

It might even be just a fifty-fifty split.

I can only give it a try. If it fails, I hope my mom can convince me and my brother to work together again next time. But I don’t know what method she will use then.

Lin Mo is now dressed up.

Some of the paper figures with him changed into other clothes and held guns in their hands.

This time Lin Mo plays the role of a "coachman" who comes to rescue people.

When the gunshots are heard, the Japanese soldiers will surely come, and this group of actors will definitely do their duty conscientiously. Fortunately, Lin Mo has thought of the route, so the chances of escape are very high.

This drama will definitely be a great pleasure for 302.

"Are you ready?" Lin Mo asked his brother.

The brother nodded.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, then put on his mask and a hat and fired a shot at the wall.

With a bang.

The show is about to begin.

302 heard gunshots outside and he didn't know what was going on.

It was a mess outside, with shouting, the sound of alarms raised by Japanese soldiers, and the sound of gunfire.

After a while, the gunfire stopped a little.

Someone kicked open the door and shot the enemy guarding the room twice, knocking him down.

After I came in, I took a look around and was confused.

"Where are the people?"

"I don't know. The information I got earlier said that he is being held here."

"These bastards."

Then the people who came in noticed 302.

"who is he?"

"have no idea."

"Take it away first."

Then two people came up and carried 302 out.

302 did not resist either.

He was observing, feeling somewhat excited.

There was another gunfight outside, and it was very intense.

Then a large number of Japanese soldiers rushed over. This scene was definitely not a joke. They were really fighting to the death.

302 also saw it clearly.

In the end, only two of the people who took him away were left.

Finally, one of them went to cover the retreat.

I guess it’s more dangerous than good.

There was only one person left. He supported his lame leg and turned into an alley and pushed open a gate.

It's right below the city wall.

"Seeing that you were also captured by them, you should not be a bad person. I will take you with me this time."

As the man spoke, he pushed away the stone slab on the ground, revealing an entrance to a passage.

"We dug this passage a long time ago. It leads directly to the outside of the city. You can climb out here and escape from danger."

"Aren't you leaving?" 302 finally couldn't help but ask.

"Me?" The man smiled and said, "I haven't found the person I'm looking for yet. I won't leave. You can go now."

"I know where the person you are looking for is, but unfortunately, he has been killed by the enemy." 302 told the truth.

"You're talking nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense."

"How do you prove it?"

"The fight returned to the north last night!"

302 spoke.

The man opposite was stunned, as if he couldn't believe it. He paused for a moment before replying, "Piao Ru Mo Shang Chen, you, how did you know?"

"It was the person you were looking for who told me. Are you the coachman?" 302 looked expectantly.

"Yes, I am the coachman, and you are?"

"My code name is Fishbone, but it doesn't matter. My legs are lame, and I can't walk by myself, nor can I walk far, so I will stay behind to cover our retreat, and you can go with the information."

"How can this be possible? We should go together."

"No, don't forget our mission. I told you to write down a string of numbers. That's what the person you're looking for left behind. It should be an encrypted number. Remember it."

Then he read out the number 302 that he had memorized.

"Have you memorized it?"

"Um."

"Also, I have a list of enemies lurking on our side. You should write it down and bring it back with you. This way, I can complete my mission."

302 memorized that list as well.

Apparently, he had an excellent memory.

Or maybe, in the past hundred years, he has never forgotten this mission and information.

After saying this, 302 was obviously relieved.

It was the kind of relief that comes from taking off a heavy burden, as if at this moment, life and death are no longer important. 302 smiled, and there were many emotions in his eyes.

It's hard to describe.

"Let's go, I'll guard this place, give me a gun." 302 said.

The driver, Lin Mo, nodded and handed over the gun.

"Go."

302 gave him a push.

Lin Mo stood at the entrance of the cave and looked back.

302 nodded at him and said the last four words.

“I’m counting on you!”

Lin Mo jumped down.

Of course, this was just a cellar. There was a passage inside, but it was only four or five meters at most. Lin Mo was curled up down there, motionless.

Waiting.

After a long time, gunshots were heard outside.

Then everything returned to calm.

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