# Chapter 397: The Suicide Note
"Are you two unable to share memories?" Qi Xia asked.
"Seems that way for now."
"So the two of you have no way of knowing each other's thoughts, and naturally can't synchronize memories either..."
"No..." Chen Junnan raised a hand to interrupt Qi Xia. "When it comes to 'communication'... there is indeed a way for us to know each other's thoughts."
"What is it?"
Chen Junnan smiled, then pulled a slip of paper from his coat pocket and unfolded it in front of Qi Xia.
"Because I've died so many times, I got into the habit of leaving suicide notes... Originally, this note was meant for you, but by some twist of fate, it ended up back in my hands."
Qi Xia leaned in to look. The note was written very hastily—he couldn't tell if Chen Junnan's handwriting was always like this or if he'd been in a panic when he wrote it.
...
Old Qi, if you're reading this, I'm probably dead.
How about that?
Scared you with that opening, huh?
Hahahaha.
Little Lord I'm heading to the Earth Snake's venue. If I come back alive, I'll tell you about my glorious exploits. If I don't, I'll tell you next time—either way, you have to listen.
Of course, there's also the possibility that I'll get carried away and bet my life against him. In that case, hard to say how it'll end.
No matter what, this note still exists, so you should be able to imagine Little Lord's dashing heroics.
Oh right, I remember what I wanted to say. Heaven Snake is extremely protective. If I really do take down Earth Snake, chances are some bookworm will come looking for me. Since we're from the same room, you might be targeted too.
In other words, if you see that bookworm, it means Heaven Snake has also left the train. Legend says Heaven Snake is Heaven Dragon's right hand. If even Heaven Snake has left the train, that means all the Heaven-levels have mobilized. Little Lord suggests you dig a hole and escape.
I've only seen three 'Heaven-level' zodiacs, but each one is more troublesome than the last.
But that said, if Heaven Snake hasn't appeared yet, then definitely wait for me to come back before making any moves.
I suspect I'm the only person left in the entire 'Land of the End' who has seen Heaven Horse and Heaven Tiger in action and still retains the memory.
That's all for now. Best regards.
Don't bother replying—I won't receive it.
...
After reading this "suicide note," Qi Xia raised his head again and stared into Chen Junnan's eyes.
Yes, there was something he hadn't mentioned.
About the "Heaven-level."
From what Chen Junnan had just described, their experiences weren't enough to encounter the "Heaven-level." So how did Chen Junnan know about them?
"These three... people you wrote about." Qi Xia omitted unnecessary words as he spoke to Chen Junnan. "Where did you see them?"
"Before you 'disappeared,'" Chen Junnan replied. "Back then, half of the... people... mobilized and even initiated a game."
"What...?" Qi Xia raised his eyebrows. "What kind of game?"
"You could basically call it... a 'reshuffling game.'" Chen Junnan sighed. "In their game, we didn't even need to think about how to 'win.' Just figuring out how to stay alive was already a stroke of luck."
Just then, the figure leaning against the wall outside the door finally walked over.
Everyone turned to look. Qian Wu stood there holding a cigarette.
Chen Junnan looked the woman up and down. He didn't recognize her at first until his gaze stopped on the scar on the left side of her face. Then he suddenly broke into a smile. "Money Many?"
"It's me, Chen Big Baby."
Only then did Qi Xia and Qiao Jiajin confirm that this woman, who looked so cunning and experienced, actually had the given name "Money Many."
"Little Money Bean!" Chen Junnan seemed especially delighted. He stepped forward and grabbed Qian Wu by the shoulders. "You still remember Little Lord me! This trip wasn't for nothing!"
At that moment, Qian Wu suddenly transformed into a man, his physique now identical to Chen Junnan's.
"Hey, you're 'echoing' right now?"
"Yeah. Sorry for eavesdropping outside the door for so long..." Qian Wu said to Chen Junnan with a smile.
"What are you talking about? The fact that we can talk about this stuff here means we don't consider you an outsider," Chen Junnan said jokingly.
"I understand." Qian Wu nodded, then his expression turned serious as he glanced at the others. "I just heard you mention 'the game.' I only wanted to remind you all that it's getting late. You'd better rest early."
After speaking, he turned to look at the people in the room and frowned deeply.
Qi Xia understood what Qian Wu meant.
The topics he and Chen Junnan were discussing now were too sensitive. There was no guarantee that some sentence wouldn't be overheard.
But what did this "overhearing" actually mean?
Back then, he had confidently told Chen Junnan on the rooftop of "Heaven's Gate" that he himself was that "great echo"—without any caution. If someone had really been listening then, he would have been taken away by the "Heaven-level" by now.
In other words... what they said was only "possibly" being monitored.
"I think you're right..." Qi Xia nodded and signaled to the people beside him. "It's very late. Time to rest."
Chen Junnan and Qiao Jiajin both nodded.
"Alright, it's late indeed. I'll find a place to rest." Chen Junnan patted Qi Xia and Qiao Jiajin on the shoulders.
"Liar boy... I'll be going too." Qiao Jiajin stood up, looked back at Qian Wu, and nodded to him. The two of them left the cell together.
The room was left with only Qi Xia and Zheng Yingxiong.
Qi Xia was about to find a place to rest when he noticed something off about the kid.
Zheng Yingxiong had been wiping his nose the whole time. His face was smeared with blood.
"Hey..." Qi Xia frowned. "What's wrong?"
"I'm fine..." Zheng Yingxiong sniffled, stopping the nosebleed for a few seconds, but it quickly started flowing again. "Old problem... I've always been like this..."
"What kind of old problem is that...?"
Qi Xia helped Zheng Yingxiong sit down on a chair, tilted his head forward, and then pinched his nose.
"Do you often get nosebleeds?"
"Mm..." Yingxiong answered quietly. "What are you doing? Shouldn't I tilt my head back?"
"No, you shouldn't," Qi Xia replied. "When your nose won't stop bleeding, tilting your head back just makes the blood flow down into your stomach. Not only does it not help the blood clot, it can damage your stomach, intestines, and airways."
"Is that so...?"
Qi Xia pinched Zheng Yingxiong's nose for a full minute, then frowned.
Normally, if someone had a nosebleed, pinching the nose and waiting for the blood to naturally clot would stop it. But this kid's nosebleed seemed to be getting worse—blood was already seeping through the gaps between Qi Xia's fingers.
"This doesn't seem like an ordinary nosebleed. Looks like you're injured..."
Qi Xia let go. A large pool of blood immediately poured from Zheng Yingxiong's nasal cavity. The blood showed no signs of clotting; it just kept flowing.
Startled, Qi Xia quickly tore off a strip of cloth and stuffed it into Zheng Yingxiong's nose.
"I'm fine... I'm fine..." Zheng Yingxiong kept waving his hand. "The nosebleed will stop on its own once it flows enough..."
Qi Xia looked at Zheng Yingxiong and couldn't help but sigh.
Could it be that because this kid was a "Spirit Sniffer," his nose had gotten injured?