“Could the Candy Bar street be the old Xuezhong Road? Our memory flashes are all from encounters around there," Sima Gui said.

"It's not far from here. You can walk there, so maybe the map shifted," Song Ran replied.

"By the way, Sima, Zhong Ying, when you entered Mist Street, did you see any flyers posted on the lampposts?" Li Cheng颐 suddenly recalled a detail.

"Flyers? Didn't notice," Zhong Ying replied.

"That slogan about resisting something? I saw it. What's up?" Sima Gui asked, puzzled.

"Did anything major happen here a hundred years ago?" Li Cheng颐 asked.

"According to the data, no. At that time, Yi Nation was powerful, making Bai Xing unable to breathe. The domestic GDP per capita was also high, and social welfare was good. What major event could have happened?" Song Ran retorted.

"What about fires?" Zhong Ying said.

"The fire was a dozen years ago and has nothing to do with Xuezhong Road a hundred years ago," Song Ran retorted.

"Then, at that time, on Xuezhong Road, did they use that kind of cement pillar lampposts?" Li Cheng颐 asked again.

As soon as these words came out, everyone realized something was wrong.

In the simulation map of the group, a hundred years ago, Xuezhong Road did have cement pillar poles with slogans posted on them.

But...

Everyone noticed that these poles were not lampposts!

"That's not right! The cement poles on Xuezhong Road are all telephone poles!?" Zhong Ying exclaimed.

"Yes, in the dead corner of Mist Street that we entered, all the cement poles are lampposts, not a single one is a telephone pole!" Li Cheng颐 affirmed. "So..."

"So, combined with the fact that the location we found earlier was a lake, it's very likely that we're completely wrong about the direction!" Sima Gui quickly interjected.

"But that's not right, who would use cement pillars for lampposts? Does Yi Nation have such a place?" Song Ran asked.

This question was crucial, and everyone in the AR fell silent.

Yes, cement pillar lampposts are costly and difficult to build. It would be much faster and cheaper to use a hollow iron pole.

"Could it be abroad?" Li Cheng颐 asked.

"Impossible, the signs in Mist Street are all in Yi Nation characters," Sima Gui denied.

"Perhaps it's a combination of lampposts and telephone poles?" Sindora said.

"That's possible too."

Li Cheng颐 canceled the photo in front of him, looked at the row of old houses on the street, and fell into deep thought.

He really wanted to enter Mist Street again. Although it was a bit selfish, his purpose wasn't to help Zhong Ying, but to touch that mysterious little white flower again.

But now the clues were in a deadlock, and everything was stuck on the confirmation of Xuezhong Road.

Leaning against a load-bearing stone pillar, Li Cheng颐 kept sorting out his thoughts.

'Maybe I should go back near the Candy Bar and do a memory flash again.'

His eyes unconsciously looked at a pastry shop across the street.

The shop was called Zhou Family Pastries.

The door was open, and wooden drawers were placed on the ground, each drawer containing bags of bread sticks and small cookies.

The lights in the shop were soft, and two shop assistants in white shirts and black aprons were busy organizing something behind the counter.

Just then, a chubby little fatty tiptoed to the door of the cake shop, reached out, and stuffed all the pastries at the door into a snakeskin bag he was carrying.

Seeing that the shop assistants weren't paying attention to him, the little fatty became bolder and started to sneak into the shop. He reached into the open cash register in front of the unmanned cashier to grab the paper money.

Seeing that the little fatty had taken a pile of money and was about to run away,

Li Cheng颐 looked around. No one else noticed, so he decided to teach this brat a lesson.

Immediately, he strode across the street and blocked the little fatty's path on the sidewalk.

"What are you doing!?" He shouted, scaring the little fatty so much that he trembled all over, dropped the snakeskin bag on the ground, and turned to run.

Li Cheng颐 stepped forward, picked up the snakeskin bag, opened it, and saw that it was empty. There was nothing inside.

He immediately realized that this kid must have quickly hidden the money and food somewhere else.

Immediately, he quickly chased after the little fatty.

The two ran along the street to a red trash can, where the little fatty finally couldn't run anymore and leaned against the load-bearing pillar, panting heavily.

"Why are you chasing me?" He turned around and shouted at Li Cheng頤.

"You tell me?" Li Cheng颐 felt that he had always been a very righteous person, so when he saw the other party stealing money, he couldn't stand it.

"I didn't do anything! Is it any of your business? Nosy!" the little fatty said matter-of-factly.

Li Cheng颐 finally saw what the fatty looked like at this time.

Very fat, very cylindrical, his facial features were squeezed into three slits by the fat, and even his eyeballs were almost invisible.

He was wearing a red, old-fashioned sweatshirt, with yellowish-white sweatpants on his legs, and a pair of green rubber shoes covered in dried mud.

Li Cheng颐 noticed that on the left chest of the little fatty's sweatshirt, there was a semi-circular white mark, which was a pattern like a rising sun, with a line of words below: Dongliu Experimental Primary School.

"Where are the things you just took?" Li Cheng颐 said sternly.

"I didn't take anything! Is it your business? Mind your own business!" The little fatty cursed.

"Say that again?" Li Cheng頤's eyes turned cold.

"I fu..."

*Pa!*

With a muffled sound, Li Cheng颐 slapped the other party in the face, knocking the little fatty down to the ground, stunned for a moment.

A five-finger print slowly appeared on his fat left cheek.

"You dare to curse after stealing things? If this was my old neighborhood, a group of people would have rushed out and beaten you into a cripple on the spot!" Li Cheng頤 said coldly.

"You're just nosy. It's none of your business. No one else cares!" The little fatty cried.

"I just happen to be free! So what!? What's it to you?" Li Cheng颐 retorted.

He stepped forward and grabbed the little fatty for a beating.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!" The little fatty shouted, covering his head.

"You dare to curse at me, you brat!?" Li Cheng颐 was feeling stifled because he couldn't find a dead corner clue, so he grabbed a good meat sandbag and gave him a good beating.

It was just that he remembered to control his strength, otherwise, with his current enhanced strength, he could injure the person internally with just a few blows.

"I heard you were looking for Wu's Grocery Store, I know where it is!!" Suddenly the little fatty shouted loudly.

"!? " Li Cheng颐 paused and stared at the other party. "How do you know we're looking for Wu's Grocery Store?"

"You guys were standing on the street wearing glasses, running east and west, acting all crazy, and talking so loudly, who around here couldn't hear you??" The little fatty said aggrievedly with a bruised nose and swollen face. www.

"..." Li Cheng颐's face stiffened. Recalling the actions of the group, they did look like a bunch of silly lunatics to outsiders who didn't know about dead corners.

"Okay, then tell me, where is the grocery store?" He looked at the little fatty and asked in a deep voice. "If you can tell me the location, not only will I not hit you, but I will also give you money to buy delicious food!"

"Let me get up first," the little fatty said quickly.

Li Cheng颐 heard this, and quickly moved away, taking two steps back.

He watched the little fatty get up from the ground, patted the dust off his body.

"Tell me, do you know where it is?" He continued to ask.

"It's that Wu's Grocery Store that sells bubble gum, fried tofu, and stickers, I know it. I even saw a fruit machine and a rocking chair in front of their house before," the little fatty said quickly, wiping his nose and smearing it on his butt.

"That's right, that's the one!" Li Cheng颐 compared it with the grocery store restored in the data. The things sold were exactly the same, it was indeed that one!

His spirits were lifted. He originally thought that he wouldn't be able to find any clues for a while, but he didn't expect that a thief would actually know about this Wu's Grocery Store.

"If you take me there, I'll give you one hundred yuan as a reward!" Li Cheng颐 quickly took out his wallet, took out a hundred-yuan bill that he had treasured for more than half a year, and waved it in front of the other party.

"Okay, you come with me!" Without saying a word, the little fatty turned and ran into the distance.

Li Cheng颐's heart was full of anticipation when he thought about being able to touch that little white flower soon.

He quickly followed, took a few steps, and sped up.

*Buzz!*

Just then, in an instant, the world spun, and Li Cheng頤 staggered, almost losing his balance and falling.

His entire vision was blurred, and various colors were like a blender, rotating, twisting, and pulling out lines of different colors.

'This is...!? '

Li Cheng颐 moved his feet back, wanting to retreat.

He knew that he was entering a memory flash, but it was too late.

'Why enter a memory flash at this time!?'

He was about to find Wu's Grocery Store by following the little fatty, but now....

'That's not right! Even if I go in now, I can still touch that flower first!'

Suddenly, his thoughts changed, and the previous tension turned into anticipation.

Soon, everything in front of him began to gradually clear up.

The colored lines returned, and the feeling of spinning also quickly dissipated.

In front of Li Cheng颐, that gray old street shrouded in mist appeared again.

He quickly looked up, not at the slot machine at the end, but at the ground at the foot of the cement pillar lamppost on the roadside.

Where is that little white flower!?

Li Cheng颐's eyes quickly scanned.

Suddenly, a touch of white caught his eye. The mysterious little white flower, the hawthorn, was quietly growing at the foot of a lamppost, swaying slightly, delicate and beautiful.

Li Cheng颐 took a few steps and quickly reached out his hand to grab the little flower.

'Hawthorn: Also known as red fruit, big hawthorn, a deciduous shrub of the Rosaceae family... Information incomplete. Medicinal value... incomplete. Flowering period incomplete...'

These were all the same as before.

The focus was on the flower language!

'Flower language: Jie Tian Mie Di Shen Xian Xin Jue.'

Sure enough! It hasn't changed.

Li Cheng颐 quickly looked at the following information.

'Flower scale garment collection: New flower deity position not activated.'

This was within his expectations. His goal was to enter again and take this flower out!

If he could maintain the flower's activity for a short time and transplant it into reality....

Immediately, he did not hesitate. Anyway, the flower deity position hadn't been opened yet, and he couldn't absorb this flower, so he simply dug it up and tried to transplant it!

Li Cheng颐 squatted down and condensed the flower scale garment on his palm, then used the sharp blade of the Jian Lan to dig down from the side of the hawthorn flower.

With soft rustling sounds, clumps of black soil, along with stone fragments, were dug out.

The roots of the hawthorn were also gradually revealed.