8:40.
It was nearly 9.
Zhang Ye also regained consciousness after he had finished using the Memory Search Capsules. With a probe of his mind, he could recall a total of more than twenty episodes. Not one word was missing, as they were clearly embedded in his mind. He could even recite it backwards ad verbatim.
Growl.
His stomach began to protest.
Zhang Ye rubbed his belly and felt his hunger. He had not eaten ever since he returned home. He had even had his blood drawn at the hospital. And with the program decided on, his body and mind had completely relaxed, hence his hunger was even more pronounced. There wasn’t much at home. Did he have to go out to eat something? Eh, wait a moment. What’s happening to the Red String of Fate? Zhang Ye had his head down while looking for shoes to go downstairs. However, he saw the Red String of Fate at his ankle slowly changing in direction. Previously, it was pointing West all along. Clearly, Dong Shanshan was looking for a rental apartment in that direction. But now, the Red String of Fate was pointing directly downwards. As the Red String of Fate could penetrate anything, he could see it embedded in the floor tiles of his house.
It was pointing downwards?