"But I still don't understand why there hasn't been a conscription."
Zhou Baiyu stroked his chin, considering the matter.
Mark said,
"At least there's some good news, isn't there? If it's not a time loop, our opponent isn't as terrifying. That means they don't control time."
Zhou Baiyu nodded, noticing that Mark also feared abilities related to time.
But the problem at hand was—how to find the source?
Mark said,
"Our biggest trouble right now is that we have no idea about our opponent's situation. It could be some kind of pollution, but we have no clue where the source is."
On Zhou Baiyu's phone appeared a red Dongfeng.
Because of the time discrepancy, he missed the white BYD.
Looking at the item on his phone, he said,
"Is there a way for me to retrieve the memories of these days?"
"Yes, but it would have to be after 4:30 a.m., before you wake up, when I transfer them to you through dreams, and you must consent. Otherwise, I can't do these things while you're awake."
