Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

4011 suddenly stopped talking. After a while, it floated up to the sky uncertainly and patted Chi Qinghe on the head.

its not right.

Could it be that because the face and body have changed back, the memory has also regressed?

Before 4011 could figure out the situation, the screams outside the door attracted Chi Qinghe's attention.

"Yo! You're awake."

The island owner took out the cigarette from his mouth and pressed it on the stone. Seeing that the girls in front of the door were suddenly very nervous and wanted to leave but were reluctant to do so, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Girls, if you want to watch it, just watch it. It doesn't cost money anyway."

After these words were spoken, the girls' faces turned even redder. They stamped their feet in shame, then covered their faces and ran home.

The island owner handed him a white towel and pointed to his forehead. "How is it? Does your head still hurt?"

Chi Qinghe politely took it and said, "I feel much better now. Thank you."

He first touched his forehead tentatively and felt something wet and sticky. His back stiffened for a moment, and without hesitation, he quickly wiped it with a white towel.

When the island owner saw how much he loved cleanliness, his doubts grew even stronger.

No matter how you look at him, he seems to be a young master from a wealthy family. Why would he appear here for no reason?

Chi Qinghe finished dealing with the paste on his forehead, and with a glance, he saw a wet bandage in the trash can, with bloodstains still faintly visible on it.

Is this his?

He glanced down and realized that the floral vest and shorts he was wearing were very cool and... eye-catching, but they would definitely not appear in his wardrobe.

And he had no injuries.

"I'm the owner of this island. You can just call me Uncle Ya." Uncle Ya brought a bowl of rice soup, "Fill your stomach."

Chi Qinghe stared at the other person's smile and guessed the origin of the nickname from his exceptionally white teeth.

"Thank you...Uncle Ya."

"Uncle sees you are still in school, right? Where are your parents?"

Chi Qinghe paused while drinking the rice soup, but soon returned to normal and said calmly, "Dead."

Uncle Ya fell silent, and his eyes looking at the young man suddenly showed more pity.

He opened his mouth and was silent for five seconds before saying, "Well, do you have any other relatives? Do you want me to help you contact them?"

Other relatives...

He has exacted revenge on them all, and the few who are still alive can probably only be found in prison.

Seeing that he was silent again, Uncle Ya sighed, patted his shoulder, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, so he went out to smoke.

[Host? Can I speak now?] 4011, who had just been silenced, floated over.

【Um. 】

4011 said timidly, "Um... do you remember what you were doing before you lost consciousness?"

【Watch the fireworks.】

4011 was delighted. [What else? Be more specific!]

Chi Qinghe glanced at him strangely, but still explained the matter in more detail.

4011 became more and more excited the more he listened.

Drugged! Go to the hospital! Thunder!

Isn’t it the node we just came through!

So... the host has forgotten everything about the original owner!

It’s okay, at least I didn’t become a fool.

To some extent, 4011 is an optimist.

It immediately transmitted the plot and final mission again.

Chi Qinghe's head felt so swollen after taking in the entire plot of the book at once that he raised his hands to rub his temples.

[I understand. If I want to survive, I have to kill three people.]

【Host, killing is not allowed in a society ruled by law.】

【Oh, then revenge. 】

4011: […]

As expected, the host's father has to step in and influence the baby. It can't control such a perverted and sick host!

I don’t know what the host’s father is doing. His son has been missing for so long, his hair must have turned a lot whiter.

Otherwise, give me a call.

Perhaps because he was homesick, Chi Qinghe's finger hovered over the dial button for a long time without pressing it.

His expression was as calm as ever, but his trembling little finger still revealed his nervousness.

[Host, please call!] 4011 was so anxious that he almost snatched the phone and called himself.

Chi Qinghe took a breath, then... turned off the screen.

I want to go see him in person.

Only when he saw Lao Chi standing in front of him intact, he was willing to believe that everything was true.

And according to what these potato chips said, Lao Chi was the original owner's father, but now he... no longer has the original owner's face, so Lao Chi may not recognize his original son.

He went out to find Uncle Ya and told him that he had a relative who asked if he could take him off the island and back to Jiangjing.

Uncle Ya said in embarrassment, "Of course I can, but I might have to wait until tomorrow."

"tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is the last day of National Day, and the kids on the island will also take the boat back to school. You can just go with them."

Chi Qinghe nodded, "I understand, thank you, and there is money..."

"Why charge money? It's just a simple thing." Uncle Ya interrupted him, smiling innocently, looking simple and warm-hearted. He glanced up and down and cried out, "Ouch."

"I almost forgot. The clothes you were wearing at the time felt like they were snagged by wire, and there were several holes in them. I sent them to Aunt Fang for you. I don't know if they've been mended yet."

After saying that, he walked up the small stone steps and hurried to Aunt Fang.

Chi Qinghe followed behind him, and only then did he take in the entire island's appearance.

The vegetation coverage rate on the island is very high and very little of it is damaged, so there is no so-called cement road at all. The connection between each household is based on stone steps built by themselves.

The small houses here are also very interesting. The roofs are colorful, and there are decorations made of shells hanging under the eaves. When the sea breeze blows, they tinkle, and it is so beautiful that it seems like you have stepped into a fairy tale world.

Uncle Ya arrived at Aunt Fang's house and saw that the door was closed, so he shouted.

"Uncle Ya, my grandma is visiting someone, is there anything wrong?"

Yaoyao stuck her head out of the second-floor window and met Chi Qinghe's careless black eyes at first sight. She was stunned at first, but then, for some reason, she was a little scared and shrank her neck.

"It's about this child's clothes that I sent last time. Has your grandmother mended them?"

Yaoyao nodded hurriedly, "It's fixed, it's fixed."

After he finished speaking, he retracted his head, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps coming down the stairs in the house.

Soon, the door was opened, and Yaoyao lowered her head and handed out the neatly folded clothes.

Uncle Ya teased, "Why would you give it to me? It's not mine."

Yaoyao turned around and stammered, "Oh...oh...for you."

"You seem to be very afraid of me?" Chi Qinghe Panxia frowned and said softly.

"No...no!"

Chi Qinghe glanced at the girl's suddenly cooked ear tip, lightly changed the subject, picked up the clothes and spread them out.

Uncle Ya came over, took a look, and looked amazed.

"Aunt Fang's skills are really getting better and better. I can't tell at all. But... I remember this dress was originally black, how did it turn blue?"

"There are too many holes to mend, so grandma made these according to the original size."

Uncle Ya: “…”

If this damn girl hadn't told me earlier, I would have thought she was color blind.