Gu Xingmiao didn't know what eyes were watching everything from behind.

But she knew that even under surveillance, there were shadows that the other party could not see, and that the other party could never touch upon.

Humanity has indeed fallen into a vast web of conspiracy, but even so, news has been leaked from it—

In the copy, Chang'an was breached, or rather, the place guarded by humans was completely breached.

But the seeds of human hope were planted.

She believed that those people were walking further and further away, and they must have discovered the note hidden in the speaker and went to find out the truth.

The further she walked back, the more she realized that although the cars behind her had been pried open, the notes were indeed left on the cars.

It was obvious that several teammates stayed behind on purpose.

They seemed to be waiting to wake up, see these things, and then search for them along the same clues.

And the same numbers were written on all those slips of paper——

315.

And it's exactly the same notes.

It's like mass-produced.

I thought of the promotional document thrown on the ground, and then of the note stuffed into the speaker in the human car.

Perhaps while fleeing, everyone tried to leave something behind in this world, and hid their only hope in the speakers.

When the sound is made, there will be a chance for it to see the light of day again.

"Xiao Huang, didn't you say before that you always felt that you could smell a familiar smell in this copy? Is that smell strong or weak?" Gu Xingmiao asked.

Huang Daxian was a little surprised. He hadn't really thought about this question before. After pausing for a few seconds, he suddenly said, "Don't mention it, it seems to be true."

"It seems the smell is stronger in Chang'an City, but not as strong in surrounding cities... Could it be that the smell is related to geographical range?"

Xiao Huang sniffed hard, but she couldn't describe the specific feeling.

"It's okay, this is enough." Gu Xingmiao touched the weasel's head with her warm palm, and smoothed out the fur that was a little messy due to the wind.

"The secret may be hidden in Chang'an." Gu Xingmiao.

Huang Daxian suddenly stood up, his eyes becoming somewhat sparkling: "What do you mean? You mean those humans——"

But before it could finish its words, Gu Xingmiao covered its mouth.

Gu Xingmiao only released his hand after Huang Daxian stopped struggling: "It's just a guess."

"And we are going out now to find evidence to prove whether this guess is correct."

Food and water are big problems for human survival.

Otherwise, people in the future would not have developed nutritional supplements.

Just like Gu Xingmiao said before, although this thing is extremely difficult to drink, it is really convenient and meets people's daily needs.

If it was produced in that era, it would be completely in line with the laws of the times.

It’s just a pity that the brilliant recipes of the Chinese civilization cannot be passed down.

So many ways of making food have been lost.

Gu Xingmiao felt it was a pity.

"So where are we going now?" asked the weasel.

"Follow the clues left by 01 and the others and go meet up with them first."

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In addition to the information on the ruins that have emerged being constantly sorted out, those areas that are slowly emerging and are strangely polluted are also being gradually marked in red.

Huaxia has even developed a special APP from which the public can obtain the latest relevant information in the future.

A special area.

"We don't care about those foreigners anymore. They didn't trust us at first, but now they do, and they think we're hiding something." A man in a military uniform said in a chilling voice, "There's a crisis, and we can't care about them anymore."

"That's right. Even the Chinese themselves are having a hard time getting through this difficult time. We can't always show them mercy and charity. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has already made everything clear."

"Captain Zhao, can we really defeat the pollution? Many people in the team have watched the live broadcast, and everyone thinks that only cultural relics can defeat the pollution..." An officer of a slightly lower rank at the side hesitated to speak.

Zhao Wenbin certainly knew what they meant by this, but wasn't it the case that those people at the research institute also discovered that the cultural relics were just ordinary cultural relics?

Otherwise, how could we not utilize these as old items in the live broadcast room? Not to mention that the cultural relics that can be found in today's era are far more than those that can be found in the future.

Although not everyone will get one, the number they have is still a large one.

Especially in Chang'an City.

The local citizens of Chang'an and everyone in China knew that there were ancient artifacts everywhere. To put it bluntly, any mound of earth you stepped on might uncover a new tomb.

Sincere version: This is simply the manifestation of the ancestors.

Non-laughing version: There are cultural relics everywhere, but why are there no cultural relics that belong to us?

"But strange things seem to have happened abroad as well. They just don't take them too seriously, thinking they're just isolated incidents..."

Zhao Wenbin sneered when he heard this: "On the one hand, they want to gain our experience, but on the other hand, they don't believe in the dangers that have occurred. Leave them alone."

"Even if the sky falls, there are people above to hold it up," Zhao Wenbin said, "but we just need to be ready for battle."

"At a time like this, it is definitely not ordinary people who rush to the front. It must be us, and only us." Zhao Wenbin's voice was a little heavy, but extremely calm.

…

And in the special research institute.

"The meaning of that string of numbers..." Mr. Zhang seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Although he was old, his mind was exceptionally clear. When Mr. Zhang connected the clues he had, he seemed a little dazed.

"Could that be the possibility?"

"Why wouldn't that be the possibility?"

The room became very quiet after the rustling noises.

"Will Gu Xingmiao know?" someone asked.

"If she could guess it one day—" the other person took a deep breath, "would she regret her guess?"

No one can make decisions for you, and only when things really happen can you know whether the choice you made is right or wrong.

That's right, the people at the Special Research Institute had a bold guess about what happened during the live broadcast -

Is there a possibility that—

Or is there such a possibility——

In fact, if you could travel through time and save the world, it might really be like in live broadcasts or online novels, where the protagonist leads everyone to victory.

In fact, the Chinese people had no opinion on the number 315 at first.

Until they looked through their past research materials and suddenly found that Gu Xingmiao disappeared from Huahai University on March 15th.

And isn’t this timing a little too coincidental?