Chapter 140

Some posts with strange content gradually appeared on the Internet.

At first, only one or two people posted messages, claiming that strangers claiming to be relatives or friends came to their homes to claim kinship. They didn’t know what means they used, but they were able to clearly tell some things that only they knew. They asked netizens whether this was some new type of fraud?

Netizens were shocked and lamented the leakage of their personal information, while also reminding the poster to pay attention to the safety of his property.

But later, more and more people posted this kind of posts, and the stories they told became more and more bizarre. They were obviously strangers who met for the first time, but they knew many secrets that only they knew. What's more terrifying is that these posters recalled the past and actually found several obvious memory bugs.

This matter was neither small nor big, but the bad thing was that after the matter spread more widely, netizens suddenly discovered an event with a huge collective memory deviation, which completely ignited the topic.

Because the population whose memories were modified was so large, and due to logical and objective factors, it was impossible to modify everyone's memories to be 100% consistent. Once the person whose memory was modified thought about it carefully, they would more or less find loopholes.

The term #MandelaEffect# quickly became a hot search on the day, and the topic popularity rose in real time.

In the Heresy Monitoring Bureau, a man sat at his workstation, scrolling through the discussions with trembling fingers, his eyes filled with intense and complex emotions.

Yes, they are, they are back!

Those who died ten years ago actually returned home!

The Fool's breathing became rapid and his heartbeat became more intense.

Ten years ago, after the nightmare world was completed, H City almost became a deserted city. He thought that those who died could not come back, so he followed the instructions of the bureau and corrected everyone's memory of that day.

The dead will not be resurrected, and the living should continue to move forward. It was with this idea in mind that he modified the memories of those people.

But now, now

The Fool suddenly stood up.

No matter how the dead came back, they did come back home.

After crossing the long river of life and death, only to find out that they have been forgotten by their loved ones, the [Fool] dare not imagine how painful it must be for those who are rejected by their loved ones when they return home!

Just thinking about it, the Fool felt a sadness that was enough to suffocate him.

For the past ten years, The Fool has been burdened with the tragic memories of countless people, from the separation of wives and children to the destruction of families. The tragic separations and deaths are like a huge mountain, weighing heavily on his shoulders. He cannot tell others about these events, not even to the victims. He can only carry this huge mountain of pain and move forward with difficulty.

And at this moment, the [Fool] finally felt a sense of relief.

I will return their memories to them, The Fool thought happily. This way, everyone can be reunited. Isn't this a win-win situation?

With this thought in mind, [The Fool] couldn't wait to dial the internal line and expressed his desire to meet the Director.

Most of the Heresy Monitoring Bureau's external affairs are handled by Deputy Director Qu Zhaoxuan. The director has always been elusive and only appears at important conferences.

It was said that the Director was the closest to an SSS-level psychic besides the Atheist. The Fool agreed with this statement. After all, the large-scale memory modification ten years ago was only possible thanks to the Director's skills. If the Director's level hadn't been high enough, they would never have been able to complete the worldwide memory modification.

Similarly, if the [Fool] wants to cancel a skill, he needs to first communicate with the Director and ask the Director to cancel the skill at the same time as him.

The Fool only received the notice in the evening and immediately rushed to the director's office.

As soon as the door opened, a strange fragrance immediately filled the [Fool]'s nostrils. The [Fool] glanced at the furnishings in the office. The director kept a tank of fish. He couldn't tell what species the fish were, but they looked very nice and full of vitality. The green plants were lush and green, and they looked better than the ones in their office.

The Fool walked in, called out "Director," and then impatiently stated the purpose of his visit.

Unexpectedly, the director pondered for a moment and rejected his proposal, his expression full of disapproval.

"Xiao Qi, you're not a young man anymore, why are you still so immature?"

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head, and Qi Huaifeng was stunned.

"You can't just think about the present when doing things." The director looked at him with pale gray eyes, feeling an inexplicable sense of oppression. "If the truth were revealed now, have you ever considered the impact and chaos it would bring to society?"

Qi Huaifeng opened his mouth: "But what about the dead who returned home?"

The director looked at him deeply, and at a certain moment, Qi Huaifeng felt a heavy sense of oppression: "You also said that they are dead."

"The dead should return to where the dead belong."

That’s not the case, Qi Huaifeng wanted to say, there is no place for the dead to stay, they were not originally “dead”, they are people with families.

The director interrupted him and said, "Xiao Qi, you don't need to worry about this matter. After all, those who died are no longer human. They are all monsters now. Letting them remain in the real world is irresponsible to the safety of their families."

Qi Huaifeng's breathing became disordered: "Director, you mean to give those dead people to..."

The director did not comment and lightly ordered Qi Huaifeng to leave.

Qi Huaifeng suddenly became excited: "No! You can't do this! Even if they have turned into monsters now, you can see that they still remember what happened in the past! They still have feelings, you can't just deal with them like this!"

The director frowned slightly and called his name: "Qi Huaifeng, be rational."

"You are the irrational one!" Qi Huaifeng was about to collapse. He never thought that his proposal, which he thought was well-intentioned, might kill those who returned home. How could he accept it?

Qi Huaifeng's thoughts were in a mess for a moment, and he blurted out, "You're actually trying to cover up the scandal of the Heresy Monitoring Bureau. If we had sent people to rescue them, how could H City have fallen so quickly? You're afraid you'll lose your position, so you asked me to modify the collective memory!"

The director's expression had turned extremely grim, and his tone contained a hint of warning: "Xiao Qi."

The pressure approaching the SSS level spread out, Qi Huaifeng's face turned pale, his bones were creaking, and he could no longer speak.

"Go to the detention room and calm down, Xiao Qi."

Qi Huaifeng was taken to the solitary confinement cell. He sat on the cold ground, looking up at the void with lifeless eyes.

Why did things turn out like this?

At this moment, Qi Huaifeng could no longer judge the director's position. He could no longer tell whether the director was trying to secure his position or to maintain social stability.

The original intention of establishing the Heresy Monitoring Bureau was so noble. As its director, how could he have his own selfish desires?

Qi Huaifeng couldn't understand it. In fact, he couldn't understand many things that had happened recently.

Atheists spread false information, causing the elite teams of major families to be wiped out by Huang Liang. The Heresy Monitoring Bureau claimed that atheists had betrayed the Heresy Monitoring Bureau, but Qi Huaifeng felt that atheists were not that kind of people.

It's impossible for him to betray the Heresy Monitoring Bureau for no reason and kill so many people. There must be a reason behind it.

Thinking of this, Qi Huaifeng smiled bitterly. He was already busy taking care of himself, so why was he still thinking so much? Instead of thinking about this, he might as well think about how to stop the director from taking action against the dead person who returned home.

Closing his eyes, the memories of life and death resurfaced before his eyes. The feeling of pain flooded Qi Huaifeng like a tide. He took a deep breath, and his thoughts were completely unable to connect.

In the end, all that remained in his mind were countless “whys?”

Why did atheists suddenly rebel against the Heresy Monitoring Bureau?

Why does the director also have selfish motives?

Why are the Heresy Monitoring Bureau and the Institute increasingly deviating from their original purpose?

In the darkness, Qi Huaifeng suddenly felt that a certain existence had descended from the supreme void. Its voice fell on his ears, like a maggot on his tarsal bone: "Do you want to know the cause of all this?"

"Who are you?" Qi Huaifeng rolled his eyes and looked at the empty confinement room in surprise and suspicion.

The voice was close to my ear, beckoning me, "I can fulfill your wish, as long as you sign a contract with me."

Qi Huaifeng's eyes were blank for a moment: "Are you a monster?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I am the only one who can answer your questions." The voice said, "And I am the only one who can help you right now."

Qi Huaifeng had heard about the contract and it was like a deal with the devil. Any human who made a deal with a monster would not have a good ending.

But on the other hand, monsters can indeed help humans fulfill their current wishes, even if it is accomplished using some twisted methods, it is still accomplished.

Qi Huaifeng pursed his lips and laughed emotionlessly, thinking, he has lived until now with those painful memories, what else can he not lose?

"What do you want?" Qi Huaifeng asked.

"I want your life."

The being said with a smile.

Qi Huaifeng's throat became dry.

Do you want to agree? Do you want to exchange your life for the so-called "truth"?

Is it really worth doing this?

Qi Huaifeng was silent for a minute, and suddenly felt relieved.

So be it. He has been in pain for too long, and it seems not bad to be relieved like this.

And after his death, his skills will be interrupted, and those whose memories he modified will be able to restore their memories.

"Okay, I agree to the deal."

The contract was concluded, and that being showed him a part of the past as He had said.

During that period of the past, Qi Huaifeng saw the [Divine Fetus] that was dug out and saw the ever-expanding ambitions of mankind.

He saw the human leaders instigating the war between gods, saw the lives of people in H City being destroyed in a moment of thought by the superiors, and saw the torn "New World Peace Treaty" scattering like snowflakes.

Seeing all his persistence and his ideal of joining the Heresy Monitoring Bureau, it was all a joke.

It turns out that this is the truth he is pursuing.

So unbearable, so ridiculous.

The word "shocked" is not enough to describe Qi Huaifeng's mood. He breathed rapidly and reached out to clutch his collar, as if he wanted to suffocate himself to death.

In the dark confinement room, Qi Huaifeng suppressed his voice and let out an indistinct whimper of pain from his throat.

After an unknown amount of time, his shoulders gradually stopped shaking.

He choked with sobs and pleaded with the unknown being: "Can you, take my life later?"

The being sighed and said, "Of course, my poor child."

As long as one is in this world, no one can escape the shackles of fate.

The next morning, Qi Huaifeng ended his confinement and was released.

At this time, there were not many people in the Heresy Monitoring Bureau. He greeted a few colleagues calmly, packed up his things at his workstation, walked into the stairwell, and went up to the roof.

A new sun rose on the distant horizon, its brilliant light dazzling. Facing the rising sun, Qi Huaifeng stood on the edge of the roof, gazing at the sun in the distance.

Qi Huaifeng thought about it all night. Who should be blamed for the tragedy that happened ten years ago?

Blame those weird monsters that started the war between gods?

Or is it the fault of the profit-driven human leaders?

The appearance of monsters is wrong, and the endless greed that humans breed is wrong.

Ultimately, whether monsters or humans, they are all victims of sinful desires.

He wanted to stop this evil ship from crushing more people, and to put an end to all the tragedies on this land, even if it was just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"These are all wrong." Qi Huaifeng murmured, "I want to tell everyone that all of this is wrong."

Qi Huaifeng stepped onto the railing of the top floor. The morning breeze blew across his cheeks. Qi Huaifeng raised his face to face the rising sun.

The Fool stands on the edge of a cliff, seemingly unafraid of the danger before him. In the meaning of Tarot cards, the Fool symbolizes the unknown and vitality, representing "possibility."

Will his world still have a future?

The world is turned upside down in the eyes of fools, and fools fall in the wind.

Between the upside-down sky and earth, Qi Huaifeng saw a white feather. His falling speed suddenly slowed down, and then he landed lightly on the ground.

In his gradually blurring vision, he saw the atheist holding his hand, the light of his healing skill continuously lighting up.

It was useless because he had already traded his life to that unknown monster.

Qi Huaifeng stretched out his hand tremblingly and tightly grasped the atheist's fingers. The blood flowing from the corner of his lips drew a shocking bloodstain on his face: "God, God's fetus is in the director..."

His pupils gradually dilated, Feng Jihan's eyes were red as he tightly grasped his stubbornly extended hand.

At the moment of the Fool's death, all human movement in the world paused.

Lost memories return to correct, as those memories come back

There is also a dark past ten years ago.

Humans were first in disbelief, and then felt pain, anger, and hatred.

No one could imagine that they would be backstabbed by a compatriot they trusted.

This dark past triggered a series of chain reactions, causing huge waves in the human world and sweeping across the entire world.

No one could see that those negative emotions wrapped in countless darkness were absorbed by the invisible thread of fate and flowed into the heights of the void.

The drizzle turned into a torrent, and the torrent turned into a river or sea. The strange monster connected to countless destinies absorbed this huge amount of energy insatiably, and its body expanded rapidly.

The power of destiny comes from the human beings who are manipulated by destiny.

In Nightmare University, Cen Xun seemed to have sensed something. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, calmly gazing into the void.

"This day has finally come."