The first ten minutes.

Bai Ling sat in front of the chair, his mind as empty as the pure white room in front of him.

He felt nothing, but just mechanically followed the program he had set before, like a real robot.

Soon, the first ten minutes passed.

During these ten minutes, Bai Ling did not write even a single word on the soft copybook in front of him.

Then, at the end of the first ten minutes of foreknowledge, Bering began to try to use his abilities again.

The second ten minutes were almost the same as the first, with my mind empty and not a single word recorded.

Then came the third ten minutes, the fourth ten minutes...

Although these time periods may eventually be classified and disappear, and everything will be compressed into the "predictable" node of the first ten minutes, for Bering, who is in a state of foreseeing the future, this is the time he has actually experienced.

Wait until the twelfth ten minutes, which is two hours later.

Bering finally started writing.

Still using words in the diary that no one else could understand, Bering wrote [A politician from a neighboring country has passed away].

This is the only valuable information within these two hours.

Apart from that, there is no need to record if a celebrity has a one-centimeter cut or if a new and exotic delicacy appears somewhere.

This information will be seen by Bering ten minutes ago, then downloaded onto the white paper, and seen again by Bering ten minutes ago...

Finally, it was received by Bai Ling, who had just been given the "tranquilizer".

A perfect closed loop.

Time is something that connects beginning and end.

In silence, Bering continued to explore the future of the next time period.

Two hours, two hours, two hours...

Twenty-four hours later, the white paper in front of Bai Ling had contained a lot of information.

Some of these were international news, some were exercises that Qi Guang specifically informed him of, and some were materials that Sun Yuan asked them to upload to the Internet and that the web weavers handed over to him.

All the valuable information in a day is concentrated on the soft copy, and will be transmitted back layer by layer directly to the original Bai Ling's eyes.

And this is only the first day.

Unfortunately, the first tube of "tranquilizer" will lose its effect after twenty-four hours.

After taking a look at the thick cardboard box next to him, Bai Ling did not hesitate for a moment, took out a tube, and injected it into his neck again! There was not a ripple in his calm state of mind, as if he had completely fallen into the abyss, and he could only see the deepest darkness when he looked up.

The first day is over and the second day begins.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...

At the same time, there were several test tubes at Bailing's feet - these were the sedatives he had injected. The test tubes rolled at his feet, making clinking sounds.

After I don't know how many days.

Bai Ling suddenly saw a message.

[Qi Guang: You're not coming to the exercise? Didn't we agree on this before?]

[Qi Guang: Forget it. I heard from them that you are busy with something very important right now. I will take your people there first. If anything goes wrong, don't blame me.]

[Qi Guang: When you come back, you won’t treat me to a good meal?]

At this time, fifteen days had passed since Bering injected the first dose of "tranquilizer".

Looking at the soft copy in front of him filled with all kinds of information, Bai Ling's heart was not moved at all.

He just continued to stay in the room, swiping his phone with his fingers all the time.

Thanks to the fact that corpses have little metabolism, his appearance is still the same as it was fifteen days ago. No beard, no dark circles under his eyes.

Or maybe the circles around his eyes are already very dark...

If he hadn't been dead, he would probably have become mentally ill and manic, or even died suddenly on the spot.

Continuing to lean on the table, Bai Ling's eyes were constantly fixed on the phone screen.

Another day, another day, another day...

On the twentieth day, the last dose of sedative was administered.

This time, new content popped up on Bailing's phone.

[Web Weaver: Prophet, I'm sorry...]

[Web Weaver: I didn’t do what you asked me to do before, I’m really sorry]

[Web Weaver: Here is a video. Please take a look at it later. I am really... sorry. ]

With his mind empty, Bai Ling pressed his finger on the screen and gently clicked on the video.

The face in the video is Qi Guang.

At this moment, that youthful-looking baby face was now deathly silent.

He stared at the camera, and even though he was not looking at Bering, Bering still had the illusion that he was being looked at.

When looking at the camera, Qi Guang's eyes were very complicated.

After a long while, he finally spoke: "I don't know if you are watching now, and I don't know what the 'important things' you mentioned are. Your artificial intelligence asked me to wait a little longer before telling you, but I think it's better to tell you."

As he spoke, Qi Guang in the video lit a cigarette and held it between his lips.

This was his first time smoking.

You know, Qi Guang usually hated the type of people who smoked Wang Weizheng. Whenever that guy smoked, Qi Guang would frown and push him out with disdain.

However, at this moment, Qi Guang was holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, and his beard was untidy as if it had not been trimmed for a long time.

His hair was messy and had a hint of gray at the ends. He looked like a hiker who had just returned from a wandering trip.

Qi Guang looked haggard and weathered, with some eye boogers still on the sides of his eyes. If the Qi Guang in the past had seen him in such an unkempt appearance, he would have probably been furious.

Yet this is how he is speaking to the camera.

Qi Guang puffed on the cigarette and then slowly exhaled, saying softly: "The joint military exercise is over. This military exercise was terrible, much worse than any previous one."

"A lot of people died. All those who came from the island country were killed. The situation in the M country was slightly better, but only 30% of the original number of people were left alive."

"We are probably the luckiest. Only about half of us died," Qi Guang said lightly. "All the teachers died, but there are still some students left."

"Oh, by the way, the people under your command, the high school girl died, and the female anchor also died. The one who played with the dual swords died the most miserably, with his intestines pulled out and pierced, and he must have been tortured before he died. As for the kid who played with fire..."

Qi Guang's voice was cold: "He lost his mind. When fighting the enemy, he mobilized too much power that he couldn't bear, and burned himself to death."

"So unfortunately, even though I said before that I would bring these people back, I don't think I was able to bring any of them back. But it's okay, after all, apart from your people, I didn't bring back any of the people I brought over. We're even now, haha."

As he said this, Qi Guang actually laughed out loud.

His beard trembled slightly as he laughed, and there were some wine stains on it, making it look sloppy and dirty.

Qi Guang was probably drinking before.

At least behind him, one could vaguely see the scattered, broken wine bottles.

Sighing, Qi Guang leaned closer to the camera: "To be honest, I know I shouldn't be angry with you."

"You are a prophet, but not omniscient. There are always things you don't know, which is normal and I can understand. However, I feel that I still can't get over that hurdle in my heart..."

As he spoke, Qi Guang grabbed the phone and held it against his face.

He spoke to the camera word by word: "Let me ask you, Prophet. Why did you do this 'retreat' before we go to the exercise?"

"Why didn't you tell me that there was a traitor in the exercise team? Why didn't you tell me that we would be trapped in the mountain and that outsiders couldn't get in?!"

"Why didn't you tell me there was a 'disaster' level monster in the mountain?!"

Qi Guang's voice became louder and louder: "While you locked yourself in the room, those people were having their bodies torn apart by the monsters' sharp claws! The aliens were torturing them and tearing them apart like dolls!"

"Didn't you see all this?! If you could really predict the future, how could you not know that this joint military exercise would cause such heavy casualties?! If you really saw the future, how could you not know that the people on the mountain had suffered heavy casualties?!"

"Or is it that your ability to foresee things has its limits, and you simply can't see that far, and you were just bluffing before?! Then why don't you just tell it all out, just to gain greater benefits?!"

"Tell me, Prophet!"

Qi Guang's fingers tightly grasped the phone, his eyes were red: "Or are you actually a monster, and all of this was planned by you?! You did all this on purpose to send young people to the grave?!"

He roared, "Were the traitors inside the exercise also yours? In order to gain trust, you even let that fiery kid and his companions go with you? When those who trusted you died tragically, were you still laughing?!"

"You are secretly rejoicing there, feeling happy about your desire to manipulate people's hearts and control the overall situation, and rejoicing in the absurd end of those who regard you as a helper?!"

He pounded the table and huffed and puffed like a raging bull.

At the end, Qi Guang's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and every word was filled with deep hatred and pleading: "Tell me, I beg you to tell me, tell me what you are thinking!!"

"People died, a lot of people died! I don't know if these people would have died originally, but I know if you had given us a hint, even just one sentence, we wouldn't have been hit so hard!"

"Aren't you a prophet? Huh? Tell me, aren't you a prophet?!"

That’s all for the video.

Looking at the black screen, Bai Ling had a blank expression on his face.

There was no emotion in his eyes, as if Qi Guang's roaring words had not entered his heart at all.

After a while, he clicked on the second video.

The protagonist of this video is still Qi Guang.

But this time, Qi Guang's expression looked better than before.

He was wearing a black suit and sitting in a wheelchair, his face as calm as a dying angel with withered wings.

Looking at the screen, Qi Guang said slowly: "Those people were buried."

He looked at the tombstones in the distance, his eyes unfocused: "Among them are my friends, my relatives, and people I taught. Now, they are all buried together. The reason they are not separated is that many of their bodies are tightly pressed together - because they died in extreme pain and fear."

Qi Guang sighed and continued, "I lost my composure a few days ago. I know it's not your fault. It all comes down to our inability to do a good job of intelligence work. After all, the prophet is not omniscient. Perhaps this matter will be a small matter in the eyes of future humans, so it is not recorded?"

As he spoke, he chuckled: "That's right. After all, only a few students and teachers died. In the future, it will only be a small part, right?"

"After all, according to what you said, countless people will die in the future," Qi Guang narrowed his eyes, "and these few hundred now really can only be said to be nothing."

"It is also possible that the death of these hundreds of people has given you a better chance of success in the future. There are many reasons, and I can think of many of them, and they are self-consistent."

"But I don't know what the future will be like. I don't know which is more important, a few hundred people or tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people in the future..."

Having said that, Qi Guang turned around and looked at his phone.

His eyes were sharp and cold. "I only know that you'd better give me an explanation when you get out. No matter if this explanation is self-deception or a balance of the two, I must have an explanation."

"Otherwise, I will go over with a knife and kill you with my own hands."

At the end, Qi Guang's expression was a little bitter: "I just want you to tell me in person. Even if you tell me that these people died for future victory, I can accept it."

"The only thing I can't accept is that even now, you still remain silent and stay at home."

"Otherwise, I really can't explain to their families. I can't even convince myself. So, at least give me an excuse, even if it's a lie."

His tone was awkward: "As for the rest, we'll have to wait until you get out. Remember to call me. We'll be in touch later."

After saying this, Qi Guang ended the video in a stiff tone.

Bai Ling was left alone, staring at the black screen of his phone with an expressionless face.

It took a long time.

He stared at the time on his phone before picking up the pen.

Then he quickly wrote line after line on the soft copy.

The words left on the paper were extremely sloppy, completely different from Bering's delicate and exquisite writing style in the past. If the former was tranquil water, then what was flowing on the paper now was... a violent and raging flame!

The pen tip never stopped moving, and each word was deeply engraved into the paper, even leaving a deep enough mark on the next page.

Probably a few minutes passed.

When Bering still had a lot of words to write, the effect of the "tranquilizer" wore off.

Emotions like a tsunami hit his heart, burning it like fire and making him feel a sharp pain in his chest.

The next second, he put down his pen and pinched his throat.

“Uh…”

Pulling his bow tie, Bai Ling looked at the phone screen with a distorted and ferocious expression on his face.

He spread his hands dejectedly and looked at the pale ceiling. The confusion in his eyes was just like the pale background of the wall before him.

Not speaking or moving for a long time has made him somewhat unaccustomed to this body. He feels like a machine without oil.

Coupled with the extremely suppressed emotions, all of them broke through the heart and merged into the brain and chest.

When countless emotions surged in his heart, Bai Ling felt for the first time a severe pain that almost tore his chest apart.

He wanted to cry a little, but he couldn't cry no matter how hard he tried.

In the end, he could only have a distorted face, and the expression on his face looked tangled together, as if he was crying and laughing, which looked extremely funny.

The dead cannot shed tears.

Bai Ling now understood this truth very deeply.