Countdown 47:59:59.
Two days.
It was still the familiar Prison 18.
But this time, things seemed a bit different.
It was no longer the cold cell and solitary confinement, someone was waiting for his return.
Mother Ye held a temperature-controlled lunch box in her arms, containing beef she had stewed herself.
The three people opposite looked at him as if they were waiting for him to come home.
This home was a bit dim and empty, but it was enough.
"Teacher, here's the chess manual I brought for you," Qing Chen spread his palm and handed Uncle Li Dong the USB drive.
Uncle Li Dong looked at it curiously, "I've never seen this interface before, can you handle it, Xiao Xiao?"
Lin Xiaoxiao replied, "No problem, the key to storage devices is the chip."
"Teacher, can you tell if there's any change in me when I time travel?" Qing Chen asked. He had previously relied on finding patterns by himself, but now with an observer, he might discover some other details.