I straightened up, crossed my hands, and placed them on the table. I scanned each person present, observing their expressions. I said to them with utmost seriousness, "Strange's death was orchestrated by me."

The expressions on everyone's faces became strange upon hearing this.

Dodge's expression changed the most noticeably. His face was clouded and uncertain, making it difficult to discern his emotions. My most direct impression was that he didn't quite believe what I was saying.

Fatty, Jennifer, and Zoey, on the other hand, had the word "astonishment" written all over their faces. It was normal for them to be surprised, as they had spent two years in the simulated space created by the meteorite in the rainforest.

They entered the rainforest when Strange was leading the Z organization with great influence, but when they came out, Strange was already dead, and the Z organization had declined as a result. Han Yu inexplicably took Strange's place and became the new leader of the Z organization.

Fatty couldn't contain himself any longer. He slammed the table excitedly. "My young master, is this for real? It's not appropriate to joke around at a time like this."

I shook my head, sighed, and said, "I knew it... you wouldn't believe me..."

Zoey tugged at my arm from the side, her eyes filled with doubt. "Shao... Chenguang, explain it to us, what exactly is going on?"

"Mm." I stroked Zoey's hand. Her hand was icy cold, as if she had just taken it out of ice water. I knew Zoey must be feeling especially nervous right now. "Okay, I'll tell you the whole story."

"It's like this... When I woke up in the desert, it should have been after Fatty and Zoey had left the desert. I lost a portion of my memory. I couldn't remember what happened during that period, no matter what. I was wearing a very strange piece of clothing, which looked like the clothing of an ethnic minority living near Karamay in Xinjiang.

"The clothes I was wearing had a lot of gold ornaments on them. At that time, I was very short of money, so I took off these gold ornaments to exchange for money.

"Just as I was removing the gold ornaments, I found a stack of hard objects in the hidden side pocket on the inside of that old piece of clothing. This side pocket was sewn shut.

"At first, I thought the stack of hard objects were valuable things like banknotes or land deeds, so I took a small knife to cut open the thread that had sewn the side pocket shut and took out the contents.

"After taking this stack of things out, I realized that these were neither banknotes nor anything valuable, but rather two stacks of paper stacked together."

I took a sip of juice to moisten my throat and continued, "...These two stacks of paper were made of completely different materials. The stack of yellowish paper below looked like it had been around for a while. It had some pictographic characters that had been copied from somewhere, which I couldn't understand at all. As for the stack of paper on top, the texture was obviously cleaner and more modern. These papers had been bleached with bleach and had traces of modern craftsmanship. On these papers, a very detailed list of high-level members of the Z organization was listed in very standard Chinese and English. Not only that, but it also stated Strange's identity as well as his habits, hobbies, itinerary, and predictions of his actions."

"Actually, when I saw these two stacks of paper, I was also at a loss and a little puzzled. However, a small note sandwiched between these two stacks of paper told me what to do next, namely, decipher the rubbings, leak the names of the Z organization members to government organizations in various countries, and assassinate Strange."

"In my mind, I have always regarded these three things as some kind of guidance, and my subconscious has been guiding me step by step to complete these things." I supported my temples, thinking about the experiences and twists and turns along the way.

Fatty suddenly interrupted me. "These three things... you've completed them all?"

"Completed two things. The deciphering of the rubbings has now been handed over to Zoey," I replied.

I could tell from Fatty's expression that he didn't quite believe my statement. He repeatedly rubbed his earlobe with one hand, thought for a while, and said to me, "Why don't you tell me about the process? I feel that apart from the rubbing thing, the other two things are too incredible."