"...Then, they changed their plans. The first batch of astronauts was shelved, the production line was suspended, and the missiles in stock were melted down and recast... But in a sense, war is indeed a catalyst for civilization. Only at this time can they legally do things that are usually bound by rules."
"Yeah!" Jiang Ling yawned. "So what's going on in the Green Zone right now? I've passed by there several times before, and every time I heard they were building something."
"Of course it's protective development!" Lin Yi replied.
"What needs to be protected? Is it the environment?"
"No, they protect the soil. In fact, the environment doesn't need human protection. The only thing humans can protect is themselves."
"All that fuss just for a little mud?"
"That's about right. Before the war, weren't there countries that exported terrorism abroad, but only for some chemical raw materials?"
"Oh, I see. So it's the oil that breeds the mold?"
She had been listening to Lin Yi for the past few hours, and it felt like she had hired a storyteller. The things that had been hidden behind the scenes, after Lin Yi's slight adaptation, had become interesting stories.
Jiang Ling climbed out of bed and started to wash up in the morning.
Today's mission was still very demanding. Following the guidance of the bracelet, she returned to where she had left off yesterday. The commotion here had subsided, and apart from a few blocked passages, not much had changed.
The next item was a psychological examination. Jiang Ling saw many guys who had been eliminated before in the aisle.
After a brief understanding, she finally understood the real situation - they were not eliminated, or rather, they had not been eliminated yet.
In reality, each participant only needs to pass all the training items within the duration of the current subject. After all, no one is perfect, and they will definitely be stuck in certain items for a period of time - they will get back up from where they fell.
Of course, if you are good enough and pass every obstacle smoothly, it is not impossible to end the whole process early.
The psychological examination room looks a bit like a detention center.
Jiang Ling was taken to a transparent glass room with only a chair, a table, and several surveillance cameras. If he were an ordinary person, he would have a mental breakdown here very quickly.
She felt like she had been there for half an hour, and just when she was about to use her psychic powers to tear down the house, a piece of A2-sized paper and a pen fell from the ceiling.
The paper wasn't completely blank; it looked more like a junior high school entrance exam. Jiang Ling spread it out on the table and carefully examined the questions.
Who are you? Where are you? What are you going to do?
Is the Earth round or square? Why?
[Who do you admire most and why do you admire him? ]
. . . . . .
At first some of the problems were normal, but later on they became outrageous.
[When a small animal appears in front of you, do you want it to be alive or dead? ]
If someone close to you wants to murder you, what are your options?
Have you ever imagined the world after death? If so, please describe it; if not, are you satisfied with your current life?
Jiang Ling didn't plan to write on it. She didn't want her bad handwriting to be exposed to others. So she folded the paper into an airplane and then used her psychic power to make it float in the air.
The paper airplane flew across the room, slipping under tables and chairs, circling in front of several surveillance cameras. The pen on the table unconsciously stood upright, and then, at a certain moment, it shot out silently, piercing the paper airplane and creating a dent in the ceiling.
"Hello, can you hear me?" a synthesized voice uttered from the sunken area. "If there's no problem, I'll cut to the chase—I'll begin the interrogation now."
"It's nothing, just ask!" Jiang Ling said to herself.
"No. 067, how have you been sleeping lately?" the voice said slowly.
"Recently? Let me think... Oh, my sleep quality is pretty good, I don't have any dreams!"
"Oh? So you usually live a very relaxing life. Is it an easy job?"
"I guess so. I'm a stay-at-home worker. I usually just play games and sleep. There's no need to go out."
"I see... Then you must have made a lot of friends before, right?"
"Yes, but many of them are dead. To be honest, I actually regret making friends with them." Jiang Ling said with a smile.
"Ah? Didn't you go to visit them when they died?"
"Oh, you mean this? I watched them die, and they were like they were asleep. How should I put it? It was a very peaceful feeling, a kind of calmness that chilled my whole body."
"Yes, is that so?" The voice trembled a little. "What were you thinking at that time?"
"Yeah, what am I thinking?" Jiang Ling was silent for a moment, blinked twice and continued, "I don't feel anything. Friends are friends, it's just another state of friendship..."
The door of the room was opened and Jiang Ling passed the test successfully.
The next content is called "Overpressure Load Project". Jiang Ling followed the predetermined route, walked down a few flights of stairs, and came to the fourth floor here.
What caught my eye was a row of strange-looking unassisted treadmills, with some square instruments on both sides and many transparent rubber tubes connected to them.
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