Chapter 15 You probably planned this all along.

Qi An thought of Lan Xingxing's words: "On the day the world ends."

"World destruction" in the literal sense?

What comes after that sentence?

We'll help you; please don't format your phone.

Qi An sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about the word "help".

Who helped the Fallen Insects learn of Tan Fu's existence?

Stepping outside Tan Fu's memory and into the perspective of the Fallen, their first reaction to the seemingly impenetrable firewall of Starlink and the manipulator behind "Vega" would likely be that it's a powerful AI.

Is it easy to guess that it's a person?

Even if you guessed it, you still need to investigate the guess.

Did the Fallen Insects send mimicry insects into North Base 1? And have they infiltrated the underground fortress?

Or did a human leak the relevant information to the Fallen Insects?

Qi An shuddered, momentarily unsure which of the two conjectures was more outrageous.

She had encountered yet another major event that could endanger countless people in the base, Qi Anxin thought to herself. Then she realized that Tan Fu knew she had come to the North 1 Base.

The initial notification for the "White Tower" mission came from "Blue Star"!

Tan Fu also knew about the special nature of her purification and her ability to see people's memories during purification.

Tan Fu couldn't possibly be unaware that Lan Jiarou would do everything she could to appease her when she was making such a fuss.

Qi An couldn't help but recall what Lan Jiarou had said when she first arrived underground last night: "She wouldn't let the original purifier get close..."

It was Tan Fu who led her down!

Tan Fu took the initiative to open up his memories to her!

Qi An was stunned when a message popped up in the chat box:

[An'an, will you still like me after you've seen my memories?]

A person's sincere memories are the core of their personality.

I am not a good kid.

If An'an sees something bad, will she tell me?

It was as if the frail girl was standing right in front of her, timidly asking that question.

Upon seeing this, Qi An thought of Tan Fu's unpredictable moods and her happy yet evasive attitude.

Besides putting on an act in front of the regulators, she must have had genuine anxiety.

The spring breeze outside the window seemed to carry the chill of the night. Qi An rested his chin on his hand in the cool breeze for a moment, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

She replied:

I won't report it.

How does she explain the source of her intelligence?

Like Tan Fu, she was a fearsome heretic.

Tan Fu's closeness to her, transforming into a "blue star" and being all lovey-dovey with her, isn't it simply because among heretics, little monsters number 1 and 3, it's natural to stick together for warmth?

Tan Fu took the initiative to lead her to "Star Fortress" to meet her, hoping to get her help.

Qi An would absolutely not help Tan Fu with the mutation, and Tan Fu must know this too.

What kind of help does Tan Fu need?

Qi An lowered his head and typed in the chat box: [I think I haven't seen enough of your memories.]

This girl is probably up to something else!

......

In the elegantly decorated private room of the antique restaurant, Liu Ye was also talking about the little girl who was the center of attention.

"She was very quiet, well-behaved, and obedient all day today." For some reason, her usually messy hair had been washed and combed.

With her fine, black hair falling over her eyebrows and a pair of clear, large eyes with slightly downturned corners, she was a refreshing and handsome young man.

He lay on the table and let out a dreamlike laugh:

"The new purifier is very beautiful... and more importantly, she's very powerful. She made the little madman sleep well, and I also slept in. It was so comfortable."

Yao Du'an, sitting opposite him, smiled as he looked at him.

How beautiful?

"Fair skin, big eyes, and a smile that melts your heart..." Liu Ye clutched his chest.

"Where did you find this purification specialist? If she's so capable, why didn't your company poach her before?" Yao Du'an asked.

"I asked Sister Lan, and Dr. Qi isn't from Base 1 in the North." Liu Ye sighed in annoyance.

Dr. Qi's mission at "Star Fortress" is only temporary; she will be leaving.

Yao Du'an took a sip of tea, and the word "Qi" seemed to be swallowed along with the tea.

Liu Ye's troubles at this moment were not as great as the nightmare of working overtime that had plagued him for years. He stood there laughing and sighing for a while, and after being dumbfounded for a long time, he rushed to pay the bill and then said goodbye.

Before he left, he called out "Uncle Yao" with genuine affection.

Liu Ye has no relatives. In the past few months, Uncle Yao has taken him out to eat, listened to his complaints, and helped him solve several minor problems in his life. He is naturally grateful and feels close to him.

However, as he stepped out of the dark shop and into the street, a cool breeze blew through him, and a sense of unease arose in his heart.

Why is Uncle Yao so good to him?

Uncle Yao didn't see him off this time either; he was sitting on a carved wooden chair, scrolling through his phone.

He was looking through several lists of commendations that had been posted in the military last year.

The name "Qi An" appears on every single list of the highest-level commendations.

By checking military records and war reports, he could easily find out about Qi An's god-level ability, "Fallen Insect Sensing," through his connections.

Yao Du'an frowned, and the tassel on his ebony prayer beads spun twice as he flicked it.

After only two laps around, a text message urging him to return to the division headquarters arrived.

Liu Ye isn't the only one with a busy work schedule; he also rarely has any personal free time.

Yao Du'an rubbed his temples and had no choice but to get up.

But the middle-aged man, who reeked of cooking oil, jogged over and stopped him before he could leave.

"Layman, layman, news has come from over there!"

The man's small eyes shone brightly. He first clasped his hands together and bowed to the ground before saying:

"It was the one from 'Star Fortress' who officially replied to the predecessors."

The operation date has been set for April 10th!

The man is the owner of the restaurant; his surname is Jin.

Mr. Jin's voice was very low, suppressing a trembling excitement.

Yao Du'an clenched the beaded string in his hand, then slowly loosened it: "I understand. Go inside, I'll offer my prayers."

Boss Jin nodded hurriedly and followed Yao Du'an through a small door in the storage room.

After winding through several rooms and going downhill, they entered a secluded small hall on the second basement level.

The damp, worn-out smell seemed to permeate the walls, but not the carefully applied wallpaper.

There were already 3 or 4 people in the hall. When they saw the two enter, they all stood up and put their palms together in a gesture of respect.

Everyone was in a corner, and an offering table was placed directly north of the small hall.

The swirling smoke lifted up a statue of a god.

The statue was made of an unknown material, and was entirely black.

Some long and short copper clusters radiated out from behind the statue, some of them curved.

The smoke and the strange fragrance distorted the image of the deity, making its features indistinct. The bronze clusters on its back were unclear—whether they represented arms, wings, or "light."

Yao Du'an and Boss Jin both stood in front of the statue.

Without prayer cushions, they stood at eye level, some even looking down at the gods.

The first bow is to the gods, the second to the earth, and the third is with palms apart, as if something has been thrown to the ground.

It might be "the world".

"April 10th, time is tight, let's discuss the action plan," Yao Du'an said.