Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang opened his eyes and found himself in a small room. There was a table on the bed with a computer on it. He quickly adapted to the situation and waited for the system to transmit information from this world.

The sudden sharp sound of electricity made Lian Qingyang frown. Didn't the director say it was a top-of-the-line system? Why was there more problems than the system he was using before?

"I'm sorry, host, I just encountered some problems. Now I will transmit to you the story of your identity and mission objectives in this world." 999 was a little embarrassed. Problems occurred on the first day of work, so he had to transmit the information first.

Lian Qingyang's identity in this world is a writer, and he's already very famous at the age of 26. Because he was an orphan, he started looking for ways to make money while he was in school. He coincided with the rise of various literary websites. He had a broad imagination and was good at writing, so he registered accounts on several websites and started writing novels. In an era when novel genres were scarce, Qingfeng Ruge's novels were highly sought after due to their diverse genres and unique ideas. Ten years have passed since then, and Qingfeng Ruge has become a veteran on various websites. Many of his novels have been adapted into TV series and movies. He still maintains the standard of publishing one book per year, not quantity but quality.

After reading about his fabricated identity and experiences in this world, Lian Qingyang thought it was pretty good. First of all, the fact that he was an orphan made him very satisfied. Moreover, he had experienced many worlds, and his experience was incomparable to that of people in this world, so he could also write a good novel.

999 seemed to sense Lian Qingyang's satisfaction and spoke in time: "Host, don't worry. In every world that follows, your identity will be an orphan if nothing unexpected happens."

Lian Qingyang's eyelashes trembled slightly. Not many people knew about his life experience before coming to the Space-Time Administration, and even fewer people knew about the things he was avoiding so secretively. Could it be that "he" was the one who fabricated this identity?

It seemed that he discovered many problems that he had overlooked due to his anxiety, but Lian Qingyang had no time to think about them carefully, and began to accept Luo Yichen's identity and experience in this world.

In this world, Luo Yichen was called Qi Chen. He came from a well-off family, a third-generation military prodigy with a harmonious family background. He spent a summer in the military camp during his junior high school years, then attended a military academy. After graduation, he followed his superiors on missions and earned military honors. His family was used to his long absences, as his grandfather and father had essentially lived the same life.

If I had lived according to this trajectory, there would have been no problem. However, half a month ago, Qi Chen disappeared while on a mission, and his last trace was in S City, which is far away from Beijing, and is the city where Lian Qingyang is.

"Is this the reason why you left me in S City? Where can I find him?" Although he was a little unhappy that this place was far away from Beijing City, the most urgent thing was to find Qi Chen first.

999 quickly provided Qi Chen's location, which was a suburban community far away from his apartment. The environment was not very good, and it was unknown whether Qi Chen was injured.

Lian Qingyang got the address and went downstairs to drive to look for him. After the car arrived in the suburbs, it turned around and drove to the outside of an alley building. Lian Qingyang got out of the car and walked in. It was very quiet here during the day, as if no one lived there, but according to the information provided by 999, Qi Chen should be in a room.

Lian Qingyang went up to the fifth floor and knocked on the door. A middle-aged woman in plain clothes opened it. She cautiously opened it a crack and looked at the person through the gap. When she realized she didn't recognize him, she wanted to close the door. Lian Qingyang quickly stopped her and whispered, "Auntie, have you met a very tall man around 27 or 28 years old? My brother is missing, and my family is very worried. Have you seen him?"

The middle-aged woman saw that his anxious expression did not seem fake, but she did not easily believe him. She just opened the door a little more and asked him, "Do you have a photo of him? Let me see it."

Lian Qingyang had thought of this a long time ago and quickly showed her the photos on his phone. These were the childhood photos that 999 had found on Qi Chen's family's phone. "My brother doesn't like taking pictures, but he hasn't changed much since he was a child. Look at this mole on his eyebrow. Have you seen it?"

The woman hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Then you and your brother don't look much alike..."

"We're fraternal twins, and our family said we look different so we can tell them apart!" Lian Qingyang saw her asking questions, his anxiety written all over his face, and his voice became louder. There was movement in the room, and a cheerful voice rang out, "Is someone here to play with me?"

The woman quickly looked inside the house and tried to appease the newcomer: "Don't run. Walk slowly over here and see if you know this person."

Lian Qingyang's eyes turned red the moment he saw Qi Chen appear in front of him, and he called out "Brother" with genuine emotion. It was because Lian Qingyang had never seen Luo Yichen in such a miserable state. The cloth wrapped around his head was still bleeding, and the clothes on his body were a little small, and it seemed that they were not his own. There were fresh scars on his hands, but his expression was a little dull and confused, like an ignorant child.

The woman whispered, "When I met him a few days ago, he was being attacked by people from the alley next door. He seemed injured at the time, but he didn't fight back. He was hit dozens of times. His head was broken, and he seemed to have lost his memory... We didn't have any gauze at home, and we couldn't take him to the hospital, so we disinfected it with iodine and found a clean piece of cotton cloth to wrap it."

Lian Qingyang burst into tears after hearing what she said. He felt very distressed that the senior whom he had always admired was treated like this.

Qi Chen was still dazed, but when he saw Lian Qingyang crying, he raised his hand to wipe it away, put it in his mouth to taste, and found it salty and bitter, not tasty, so he said: "Don't cry, don't cry, tears don't taste good."

Lian Qingyang sniffed and turned to look at the middle-aged woman: "Can I take my brother away? Don't worry, I will give you all the rewards you deserve. Thank you for saving my brother."

The middle-aged woman waved her hand to indicate that it was okay, but she did not refuse the reward. Those who live here are all poor people, and what they like most is money. If they have no money, they will go hungry and cannot go to the hospital when they are sick. If the housing prices here were not very low, they would not even be able to afford to live in a house.

"Please wait for me for two days. I'll settle my brother first. I never break my promise. Lian Qingyang, my name is."

Lian Qingyang took Qi Chen away without taking anything, and there was nothing to take. He first coaxed Qi Chen into the back seat of the car, and just as he was about to turn around and go to the driver's seat, Qi Chen grabbed his clothes, as if he was afraid to stay here alone.

Lian Qingyang could tell that this wasn't amnesia, but more like she was going crazy. Her mental state had probably regressed to that of a child, so he started to coax her, "I'm not leaving. I'm going to sit in the seat in front. Do you see where I'm pointing? I'm going to sit there."

Qi Chen didn't know why he had an inexplicable sense of trust in this person. He obediently let go of his hand and stared at Lian Qingyang as he walked to the driver's seat and drove.

Lian Qingyang stopped the car and waited for the traffic light. When he turned around, he saw Qi Chen staring at him. His eyes were slightly red. He probably hadn't slept well in the past few days. He patiently told him: "Are you sleepy? Do you want to sleep? Sleep for a while first, okay? I won't leave. I'll call you when I get home."

Qi Chen hadn't spoken since he left the room. Now there were only two people in this enclosed space, and he became bolder: "I won't sleep. There are bad guys here, they're beating people, it hurts." As he spoke, he touched the wound on his head, and he screamed in pain.