The organization caused such a stir; surely someone knows something about the inside story, but that person isn't Dodge.

Fatty, Zoe, and Jennifer remembered that Han Yu had told them in the hospital room that the meteorite had nothing to do with them anymore, and they could return to a normal life.

At the time, they understood this to mean that the threat posed by the organization and the meteorite problem had been resolved, and they could completely detach themselves from the organization and the meteorite issue. And that was indeed the case.

But the information Dodge and I brought thrust them back into the fog, and they were once again embroiled in the conflict surrounding the meteorite.

"What we can determine now is that Han Yu's disappearance must be related to the meteorite. The top priority is to complete the tasks on the list. Perhaps the rubbings hold the key to finding the meteorite's secrets." With that, I glanced at Zoe, who understood.

This gathering ended abruptly after Dodge and I dropped a few bombshells. We agreed to stay in touch if there were any developments.

The organization is now without a leader and has suffered a significant blow after I outmaneuvered them.

Dodge knew what I had done and, although somewhat angry, he was constrained by his position (Fatty had saved his life many times in the rainforest, and Dodge now firmly stood by Fatty's side, wholeheartedly following him. After Strange's death, Dodge lost power, and his authority within the organization was usurped by newcomers. He no longer had much attachment to the organization. However, Dodge still held a position in the organization, and he could help Fatty and the others more effectively there, so he didn't rashly leave). Dodge didn't clash with me, but judging from his attitude, he seemed somewhat hostile towards me.

After this meeting, Fatty, Dodge, and I discussed the next plan. The immediate priority was to figure out where Han Yu had gone.

The meeting concluded.

Dodge left first, and Zoe and I left soon after.

Although Fatty was quite shaken by this exchange, the past two years had completely upended all his previous knowledge. Many things had to be re-evaluated, his brain crashed, and he seemed somewhat dull and sluggish. But I couldn't help but tease him.

"Fatty, take it easy with Jennifer, don't throw out your back." I made a face at Fatty.

Fatty's face turned red, but he didn't admit defeat, "This Fatty's back is fine..."

As soon as he said that, Fatty realized he had fallen into a trap. He smacked his lips, "Good kid, you were waiting for me here!" He said, making a move to hit me.

I quickly grabbed Zoe and ran, while continuing to tease Fatty, "Fatty, we're leaving first, don't want to disturb your lovey-dovey time."

Zoe and I jumped into the car and sped away from Jennifer's house.

On the way home, Zoe hardly said anything. I felt like the way she looked at me was different than before. There was a deeply hidden sense of alienation in her eyes.

Maybe she was scared? Maybe she felt like I was a stranger?

I could roughly guess the origin of this alienation. If the person I loved was initially pure and kind, but suddenly became a sophisticated and calculating "killer," I didn't know what I would do, what I would think, or how I would act.

Even so, I could still sense Zoe's burning love for me in her words and actions.

Zoe needed time to understand me during the past two years and the me now, and slowly accept the changed me.

I wasn't in a hurry. I knew that the day Zoe fully understood me would come sooner or later.

As soon as we got home, Zoe went silently into her room, hurrying to decipher the rubbings on the old yellow paper.

I didn't disturb her, letting her be silent, letting her deal with the rubbings, the computer, and a bunch of reference books and materials.

Time passed by, and it gradually got dark. I took some semi-finished ingredients from Zoe's refrigerator, preparing to process them for dinner.

I found that most Americans really want to save as much effort as possible when it comes to food. They want the ingredients to be processed directly, so they can just heat them up in a pot and eat them.

But this kind of design is really too friendly to people like me who don't know how to cook very well. I only need to simply cook and prepare according to the instructions, and it's done. At first glance, it really looks like something.

After making the food, I went to call Zoe to eat.

Zoe had been sitting at her desk, motionless, in her room for hours, and I couldn't bear to disturb her.

But people need to eat. When it's time to eat, you still have to eat.

"Zoe, dinner is ready, come and eat." I stood at the door and said to Zoe, who was studying the rubbings.

Hearing my voice, Zoe's eyes left the rubbings and looked at me with excitement and tenderness, "Wow, what time is it? I forgot the time as soon as I looked down, and I forgot to make dinner."

I smiled, "It's six thirty. Dinner is ready, let's eat together, but my skills are far inferior to yours, so don't dislike it."

Zoe slowly got up, stretched, and came to me, bouncing like a lively rabbit. She took my arm, and a look of happiness spread across her face, "Let's go, my young master, let me taste your cooking."