101: Travelers are different

Liu Yan looked at the two with a dark expression, veins throbbing on his forehead, his fists tightly clenched.

Damn it!

Those novels and TV shows from before I transmigrated, can't they all just go to hell?!

Every single one of them hid their transmigrator identity, as if exposing it would kill them!

It made him not dare to mention it to anyone at first either.

Damn, who would even believe it if he said it out loud?!

Liu Yan felt the after-effects of his rage were about to flare up again.

Fortunately, he had adapted and was able to forcefully suppress it.

But now, this made him feel so chuunibyou!

“I’m really not joking,” Liu Yan exhaled deeply, forcing down his anger as he spoke.

“Alright, alright, I believe you. You transmigrated here, and my dad did too, only decades earlier than you.”

“You were also called Liu Yan before you transmigrated.”

“And then, Third District is actually a game.”

“Zhao Chuang, quick, you believe him too!” Fuji pushed Zhao Chuang, stifling a laugh.

“Brother Yan, I believe it too.”

Seeing their reactions, Liu Yan laughed in extreme anger.

He was truly laughing at his own frustration.

There was nothing he could do; Liu Yan thought and thought, but he really didn’t know how to make the two believe him.

If it was about his understanding of the Third District map, that could barely be explained, but it still couldn't explain transmigration.

As for other information, that was even more ridiculous; Third District was essentially no different from delta operation.

If it were reincarnation, he could at least rely on information to prove it, but transmigration was too difficult.

Only after the two had finished laughing did Liu Yan slowly speak.

“Brother Ji, have you ever thought about resurrecting your dad?”

Fuji’s slight smile vanished, his expression gradually becoming serious.

“I have.”

“But my dad’s situation is different from your mother’s.”

“The resuscitation ventilator, it’s said, has never appeared before, and its specific usage methods are not recorded on the top secret server.”

“But no matter what, if there isn’t even a body…”

Fuji’s voice slowly began to choke up.

Although their situations were similar, Liu Yan was much luckier.

Liu Yan at least had hope.

But Fuji was completely helpless; even if he had the strength, he wouldn't know where to use it.

Liu Yan’s eyebrows also furrowed slightly, but he still comforted him:

“Whether you believe it or not, your dad is most likely my brother.”

“Even if your dad isn’t, you are my brother.”

“We’ll find two resuscitation ventilators, and no matter if it works or not, we’ll at least try.”

Listening to Liu Yan’s words, Fuji was very touched, but he didn't hold much hope.

“But, up until now, we haven’t even seen a shadow of a resuscitation ventilator…”

“That was before. In the current Third District, we might see resuscitation ventilators very soon,” Liu Yan said with great confidence.

Liu Yan briefly explained the drop rate situation to the two, and specifically mentioned the blade server he had obtained from someone else today.

Hearing this, Fuji’s hope flickered a little.

“Okay.”

He didn’t offer thanks or act polite; brothers didn’t need that.

In fact, Liu Yan had already planned to find two resuscitation ventilators before.

However, at that time, there was no progress on this matter, and he himself wasn't sure if he could even find one.

But now it was different; on one hand, the drop rate had increased, and on the other hand, Liu Yan was almost 100% certain that Cai Ning was his brother from before he transmigrated.

This feeling was very strange.

It was even more special than meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, or seeing a childhood friend in a distant place.

Seeing the atmosphere become a bit somber, Fuji returned to his usual demeanor and cheerfully spoke:

“Once I finish these last bits of data, I’ll treat you two to dinner. After all, it’s your first day on the job.”

“After all, I’m about to be your boss.”

“Okay.”

For the next period, Liu Yan and Zhao Chuang quietly waited for Fuji, who was scratching his head and quickly processing things.

Clearly, he had no experience handling the onboarding of operatives.

He kept revising, and the printer barely stopped.

Clap—!

“Damn it, finally done!” Fuji threw his pen onto the table and stood up to stretch.

Liu Yan and Zhao Chuang were startled awake by the sudden sound.

“Finally done.” Liu Yan yawned, having almost fallen asleep just now.

“Let’s go, time to eat!” Fuji waved for the two to follow, then opened the door and walked out.

The three walked through the dimly purple-lit corridor, seeing several neat beds along the way.

“Brother Ji, with this kind of decor, can you even get customers? It’s too lacking in privacy, isn’t it?” Zhao Chuang scratched his head.

Liu Yan froze, looking at Zhao Chuang in disbelief.

“I didn’t expect you to look so honest and yet…”

Zhao Chuang awkwardly scratched his head.

“Haha, Old Chuang, you’re good! Come to my place for free later, alright?” Fuji pushed Zhao Chuang with a wicked grin.

“These beds are all a smokescreen! All the good stuff is inside!”

Liu Yan watched the two colluding, shaking his head helplessly.

He strongly suspected that the seemingly honest Zhao Chuang had been led astray by Fuji.

If it were Zhao Chuang from a month ago, upon seeing Fuji’s foot massage parlor, he would definitely have reported him immediately.

Fuji suddenly slung his arm over Liu Yan’s shoulder.

“What do you say, transmigrator, want to give it a try?”

“By the way, do you guys have this kind of thing where you’re from?”

Liu Yan rolled his eyes at Fuji, speechless.

“Much more advanced than yours. Foot massage parlors are ancient history where we’re from.”

“Old Chuang, see, transmigrators are just different, huh?”

Zhao Chuang nodded repeatedly, smiling from the side.

Just like that, the three walked out of the foot massage parlor, chatting and laughing, arms slung over each other’s shoulders.

Several passersby shook their heads with disdain upon seeing this scene.

This time, they still went to the same restaurant where Liu Yan and Fuji had eaten last time.

“African lobster, Indian abalone, Arctic hairy crab, and what’s this? Get one of those too.”

Fuji rattled off a long list to the waitress, like reciting a menu.

Just looking at that long menu, one could tell that this meal would definitely cost over a million.

Fortunately, this amount of money was nothing to the three of them.

“You two just joined my company, you must have a good meal!”

“Mainly just to taste everything. We’re not afraid of waste; with Old Chuang’s build, he’ll clean the plates.”

“You ordered so much, will our table even fit it?” Liu Yan looked at the table in front of them.

Presumably, the owner of this place had never encountered three people eating so much.

Even if the operatives in Third District were rich, their money didn't just fall from the sky.

“It’s fine. If not, we’ll just move to a private room,” Fuji said indifferently.

Hearing “private room,” Liu Yan looked around the sparsely populated restaurant.

Eating at this restaurant before, it felt like a gathering place for Third District personnel offline.

Eating and listening to gossip or intelligence, similar to a stronghold.

This was also why he hadn't chosen a private room at first.

But at this time, it was almost dinner time, and yet there were only a few people in the restaurant?