Jiang Youwei's weekend wake-up call is a noisy short video:
"Let's see what fun we have today! (Music)"
"A famous TV station, a fake news production hub and a mouthpiece for the propaganda machine, just released this fresh shit today: 'Pictures, pictures! Recently, Country Z has openly arrested animal rights activists and even used lethal force to threaten those who risk their lives to defend their dreams.' Look, that's what news is! This is news. Half-truths are what make it convincing!"
"A certain half-dead TV station, creator of gossip, and purveyor of rumors had some fresh slop yesterday: 'Synthetic video, there have been a lot of alien sightings in northern Country E lately. Those witnesses insist they've seen the legendary General Dong. Ha, they must have been transformed by aliens!' It's them again, spouting nonsense without a second thought."
"Oh yeah, and most importantly - Florida Freak Show. Look at this guy, he's running naked down the street, like nothing special. Oh my god, he's got two cacti hanging from his butt! (Laughter)"
It was no different from any other morning, except that the content of the voice made Jiang Youwei feel familiar, and usually, what would happen afterwards would also make her feel familiar - it had never changed in the past hundred years, and probably would not change in the future.
Counting the days, tomorrow was the day when the "system" would change again. So Jiang Youwei planned to sneak out at night under the cover of darkness.
"What? You're going out?" Huang Xiaohong was not too worried when she heard her say she was going to sneak out in the middle of the night. She just hoped that her child would be very busy and would not come back home for a moment.
Lately, Jiang Wenwu and his wife have been feeling a bit strange. It's not a physical change; they often wake up standing in the living room, even though they clearly remember going to bed. Initially, they thought they were sleepwalking, so they tried tying themselves up and locking the door. Unfortunately, nothing worked. One day, they even discovered that the ropes binding them had been forcibly torn apart, and the sofa in the living room had been torn to pieces. So now, they're more worried about Jiang Youwei staying home, afraid that one day he'll wake up to find a pile of minced meat in his house.
Of course, Huang Xiaohong would not let Jiang Youwei go out like this. He had to at least dress properly: "Exposing your breasts is not decent." Sometimes she was still a little conservative. After all, knowing shame was the embodiment of civilization. Only wild beasts would shamelessly run out naked.
"No need to wear it, no need to wear it. It would be best if all the clothes in the world disappeared!" Jiang Wenwu said regretfully from the side.
The top half was a beige handmade knitted sweater, the fluffy cotton rubbing against Jiang Youwei's neck, making him feel itchy. The bottom half was a pair of flesh-colored black leggings and a pair of black and green sneakers. While changing clothes, Huang Xiaohong noticed that her child seemed to suit black clothes very well, so she found a black hooded windbreaker as well.
Her delicate, three-dimensional features didn't need any makeup. She casually pulled her smooth, waist-length black hair into a simple ponytail, tucking the straight strands into the space between her coat and sweater. Jiang Youwei thought about it again and found a black backpack in his room's closet. He stuffed it with two bottles of mineral water, some nitrile gloves, and some plastic shoe covers.
Simply put, it's dressed like a scavenger.
. . . . . .
"I hope that new thing doesn't stain my clothes tomorrow morning." Thinking this, Jiang Youwei used telekinesis to slow down after jumping from the window, landing gently in the community garden. As for why she didn't take the stairs? The area was under 24-hour surveillance, and she didn't want to be taken away by the government the next day.
Jiang Youwei navigated through deserted alleys, using telekinesis to deflect a poorly positioned surveillance camera, and narrowly escaped the city's edge. Her destination was an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, which she had found online. It had been listed online for nearly two years, with no takers due to its asking price and location. "Maybe the owner of that warehouse is just out of his mind!"
"But how do I avoid the cameras at the intersection?" Jiang Youwei, a person with poor directions, had to plan her route in advance before leaving the house. Then she looked up and saw the yellow streetlight. "It seems like it could work?" She thought she could give it a try.
Climbing wasn't her forte, but she had enough strength to make handprints on the steel streetlights, and she climbed up without even breaking a sweat.
A black figure leaped from the top of a streetlight on a suburban road. She was testing her physical fitness. "It feels so special. No wonder humans always want to fly." After overcoming her initial fear, she now understood Spider-Man's feeling. It was truly exhilarating. A normal person would probably feel a surge of adrenaline, convulsing with excitement. She had to take off her shoes, though; they had shattered under the immense force of the initial jump.
"I gained so much from going out!" This guy thought that he could open a clothing factory in the future to specialize in producing clothes that can withstand this kind of impact.
About ten minutes later, Jiang Youwei, who had gradually calmed down, arrived near the warehouse. "Something seems to be wrong!"
The warehouse wasn't as dusty as she'd imagined. On the contrary, there were two fresh tire tracks at the entrance. "Maybe they're the tenants looking over?" She noticed the windows were completely boarded up. Even with her powerful hearing, she could only pick up faint shouts from a distance of just over a hundred meters.
"Is anyone inside?" Jiang Youwei immediately considered abandoning the warehouse. A warehouse like this looked suspicious. It was clearly listed online for rent, yet it had long been used for something else. She planned to report this place anonymously upon her return, making the trip worthwhile. As for the "system" for the next day, it was still late, giving her plenty of time to find a good place.
Just as she was about to turn back, the warehouse door opened, and at the same time, a loud barking of dogs came from the door. An "old-fashioned" electric truck with scars all over its body rushed out at a very fast speed.
The electric truck was a common freight truck in the past, but counterintuitively, today's transportation still relies heavily on internal combustion engines. Thanks to low electricity costs and related technological breakthroughs, or perhaps because the country sometimes generates too much electricity to use, they came up with a way to convert the excess electricity into organic fuel and store it.
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