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Five minutes later, Fatty sat on the sofa with his face covered, no longer displaying the arrogance he had earlier. He kept rubbing his chubby cheeks, which bore a red shoe print that wouldn't fade anytime soon.
Fatty no longer dared to make jokes with Lin that highlighted their differences. Lin was too serious, and Fatty valued his friends too much to make such dangerous jokes.
Rubbing his face in silence, Fatty didn't even dare to lift his head. His sly eyes darted around, likely concocting some scheme to escape the situation.
Sitting across from him was Lin, who sat upright with his legs crossed, looking at a letter in his hands.
It was a letter, more like a sticky note—a palm-sized yellow piece of paper filled with dense handwriting. The strokes were bold and sharp, clearly written by someone with a strong personality.
A person's handwriting can reveal a lot about their character, and from this writing, Lin could tell that the author was an extremely serious person.
The sticky note was left by Uncle Ta for Fatty Chen.
Fatty's family had a habit of leaving sticky notes because Uncle Ta would occasionally "work overtime." Sometimes it would be just one day, but other times it could last up to a week. So whenever Uncle Ta had to go out for work, he would leave behind a sticky note.
This time there was a sticky note, indicating that Uncle Ta was going on another business trip. It wasn't unusual, but the fact that it made Fatty so happy suggested something strange was going on.
The yellow sticky note read:
"Fatty, I have important matters to attend to again; I'm off to make some big money!
This business trip will likely be long. If all goes well, we might see each other again in a year; if not…
You're grown up now, and I believe you can take care of yourself.
By the way, our family's assets are in the safe; the password is your birthday. There are very important things inside that you need to take care of.
Take care of yourself and help each other out. With me gone, it's just you two left relying on each other—both of you are unfortunate kids, so support one another."
Once Dad makes a lot of money, he will take you to Hall Star to buy a big villa, and let you marry ten or eight wives to help our Morning Family continue the lineage!
For a bright future, Dad is going to fight hard! Take care of yourself and don't worry!
——
Seeing some irrelevant words on the letter, along with that ugly self-portrait, Lin couldn't help but grin. He finally understood where Fatty's personality came from; it turned out to be inherited from Uncle Ta's personality...
Although the words were somewhat playful and sparse, the concern expressed was very clear. This fully indicated that Uncle Ta was doing something very dangerous, and his words felt like a last will.
"What’s in the safe?"
Lin furrowed his brows. Unlike Fatty, who was blinded by freedom, Lin saw many things from the letter.
He was very curious about what Uncle Ta had that needed to be handed over to him.
"Ah! Right, bro, I almost forgot..."
When Lin asked this, Fatty finally reacted. He rummaged through the large pocket in his clothes and pulled out a few items, scattering them on the table.
Two dozen cash bills that didn't look very thick, probably around twenty thousand Interstellar Coins.
Two necklaces with fine steel chains, each adorned with a black tag that looked like trinkets from a street vendor.
A palm-sized black box, which was a Smart Note that functioned somewhat like a camera, capable of recording images.
These items scattered on the table looked so ordinary; compared to what an average family might leave behind, they seemed to indicate that Fatty's family situation was quite "dire."
"My old man doesn't even know what he was thinking, leaving behind just this little bit of money. I usually see him treating that safe like a treasure, and I thought there would be a fortune inside. Who knew it was so pitiful! Look at this, bro, just twenty thousand bucks. After paying the tuition, what else is left? Am I supposed to live on air in the future?"
Fatty kept rambling on, still complaining about Uncle Ta, but Lin couldn't pay attention. The items on the table caught his eye and made his heart tremble slightly.
Lin's hand quickly reached for the two necklaces. He grabbed both chains and examined them closely, feeling a sense of familiarity as if he had seen them somewhere before.
The delicate chains had two black plates hanging from them. The material of the plates was indiscernible; they felt cool to the touch and seemed to be made of some unknown metal.
The craftsmanship of the plates was exquisite, with intricate patterns on the back. In the center, a simple drawing outlined in red paint depicted a strong figure with legs apart and arms raised.
The front of the plates was different from the back. One read "Second Team Leader, Lin Zhongxun," while the other said "Second Team Vice, Morning Black Tower."
Upon seeing these two pieces of information, Lin's pupils suddenly constricted, and the heavy feeling in his heart intensified!
He recognized these items; they were adventurer nameplates—something adventurers never part with. This is because adventurers live on the edge, fearing that if they die in battle, their bodies will be unidentifiable to those who come to collect them.
Every adventurer hopes to return home after death, which is why such items exist.
Nameplates are just one way to record identity; some people even tattoo their identities on their bodies or implant identity chips in places like behind their ears, under their arms, or on their thighs.
Seeing these two items flooded Lin's mind with various thoughts and questions.
Just two names and two positions could lead Lin to think of so much.
Uncle Ta was indeed not simple; like his father, he was an adventurer! Moreover, they must have been extremely close—brothers who lived and died together in the same group!
But shouldn't nameplates be something one never parts with? Why did Uncle Ta have his father's nameplate?
Could it be that his father was not missing, but rather... already dead?
That didn't make sense either; it was illogical. Uncle Ta had clearly just left and had also left the Nameplate here. This behavior seemed strange, as if he deliberately wanted to conceal his identity from others, or perhaps, in that situation, even if he were dead, no one would come to collect his body, making the Nameplate irrelevant...
The more Lin thought about it, the more confused he became. He had too little information and couldn't figure out why Uncle Ta had acted this way.
"Hey, Fatty, do you know why Uncle Ta has my dad's Nameplate?"
Lin looked up at Fatty, his expression serious. He wanted to get some useful information from him.
"Huh? Does my dad know your dad? I had no idea!"
Fatty stared at him with wide eyes full of confusion. He even reached out to take the Necklace from Lin's hand, looked at it for a moment, and then exclaimed in surprise, "Really? A Necklace with your dad's name on it? Wow, is this a couple's Necklace? I thought one of them was for my mom!"
Curiously examining the Necklace, Fatty rambled on with nonsensical comments, causing Lin to furrow his brow even tighter. It seemed that this Fat Black Man knew nothing at all.
Both Uncle Ta and his own father were deliberately keeping things from them; what were they trying to accomplish?
Lin couldn't make sense of it. He then shifted his gaze to the Black Box in front of him, which had a white note attached that read "For."
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes as Lin narrowed them, staring intently at the Black Box.
Perhaps there was an answer he needed inside...
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