Release...stress...
The combination of these two words led several adults in the team to make certain guesses.
We are not children anymore, and we all know what we need to know, but... is it really okay to explain it so clearly?
At this time, even Wang Xiao had sensed the change in the atmosphere. He suddenly thought of the rumors spread by the photographer after he was released...
It is said that he noticed that the relationship between the members of the "Nian" team seemed unusual.
Captain Fresnel is already thirty years old this year, but he seems to be a little secretive about his family... Could it be...
Noticing everyone's meaningful looks, Fresnel cleared his throat:
"Doctor Lin said that my personality is suitable for releasing stress through some special methods, such as... writing a book."
"puff!"
Beacon, who had been listening attentively, suddenly felt an itching in his throat and spat out the nutritional paste in his mouth.
She casually lifted up the sleeve of her combat uniform and wiped her mouth:
"Captain, did the doctor really say that?"
"Absolutely."
"So how did you do it?"
"I always follow the doctor's orders."
"Does Dr. Lin know that you often hire someone to write reports for you?"
“…”
Fresnel's expression turned a little strange, as if someone had revealed his true identity.
Beacon seemed unaware and continued to finish off the enemy:
"If I remember correctly, in recent time, the only report that reported Zheng Gaoya was written by you, right?
"Most of the rest were written by me. Xiao Gu also wrote one for you. If Wang Xiao and Shi Jin were not unfamiliar with the format, they might have been forced to do hard labor by you."
"You also know that I wrote the report letter myself. What does this mean? It means that when I have true feelings, my ideas will flow like a fountain when I write.
"I was really upset with Zheng Gaoya's behavior that day, otherwise I wouldn't have made trouble for myself."
Fresnel keenly grasped the part of the other party's words that was beneficial to him and began to prove himself.
"Even so, what other areas are you good at or interested in that would motivate you to write?"
The topic eventually turned to an area that Fresnel was familiar with. Under the light of the fire, his expression became more serious.
“My grandfather was a close confidant of one of the first councilors when Hope City was first established, so he was able to access many things from the old era.
“The disaster had just ended, and it was said that every few days new survivors would flee to the City of Hope, which did not yet have city walls.
"My grandfather loved books, so he collected a lot from the refugees..."
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Beacon interrupted Fresnel's story and showed a look of contempt:
"You have to think carefully before making up a story. How could someone take a book with them when fleeing? Did you make up this story or did your grandfather? It's a bit lame.
"According to what those researchers said, there is a bug in your story!"
Fresnel's expression was a little stiff, and his originally serious face now looked like a motionless sculpture.
After smoothing out his inner embarrassment, Fresnel forced a smile and said:
“There will always be people who like books…”
"If you really liked the book, you wouldn't have sold it to your grandfather. He didn't come all the way here to deliver it to your door."
Fresnel was obviously a little anxious, and completely lost control of his expression. He asked very "indignantly":
"Will you listen or not?"
"Oh, yes, yes, no, ah, listen, please tell me quickly, I really want to hear it."
"Let's take a step back. Why can't I sell books if I like them? What if they run into difficulties? Even if it's a bug, it's an inherited bug in my family. Just listen to me first."
Fresnel regrouped, finished explaining the background setting of the story, and finally talked about the theme of his book:
"So, my family has some books from the old era. Some of those books are literary works, some are introductions to landscapes, and some are unsolved mysteries... Although I can't understand a lot of the words on them...
"Anyway, I plan to summarize the contents and compile them into a book of my own. This is my way of relieving stress."
After Fresnel finished telling his secret, he waited for the flattery and praise from his teammates.
Unexpectedly, Beacon, who was sitting opposite the fire, started whispering to the puppeteer, but the whisper in the ear was just a fake physical movement. The actual volume was exactly the same as normal communication, and it was said just for Fresnel to hear.
"What do the researchers you know usually call this behavior?"
"Stitches is plagiarizing the paper."
"Yes, that's it..."
The last rays of the sun disappeared in the horizon. After sharing some secrets, the atmosphere in the team became slightly more relaxed than during the day.
Behind Wang Xiao, the indicator light on the front of the armor flickered. Lin Qingliu listened to the entire conversation and also had more ideas.
According to Fresnel, the walls of the City of Hope were built bit by bit.
This is consistent with the official statement of Hope City.
According to the official historical records of Hope City, the current location of Hope City is directly opposite the point where the meteorite landed, and the line connecting the two can directly pass through the center of the planet.
In other words, without considering the complex issues of air currents and ocean currents, this is theoretically the place least affected.
Then, it is not so difficult to understand why survivors would come here one after another.
But...regarding the source of those books, Lin Qingliu felt that Beacon's doubts were not unreasonable.
What kind of person would run away holding his book?
Lin Qingliu could only think of two possibilities. One was that the book contained technical records sufficient to allow the owner to survive after the disaster, allowing him to maintain or improve his status among the survivors.
It is not difficult to understand why such a person would run away with the guy he ate with, but if it is such a person, the category of the book would be different from what Fresnel described.
The other type is pure, those who are attached to certain books, but they will not sell their books easily.
What Lin Qingliu could possibly think of was that perhaps Fresnel, Mr. Ethan's grandfather who had a certain social status, did help some people in those days, and then those books were given away as a reward, either actively or passively.
As for the darker thoughts, after Lin Qingliu's previous contact with Fresnel and the wiretapping over the past two days, he felt that the other party's family style should not be so extreme.
But no matter what, Lin Qingliu recorded his guess again.
Looking at the untidy records, Lin Qingliu secretly thought that he should prepare a notebook to record all his doubts and guesses.
The truth of this world may lie therein.
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