As the homeless man slurped down the soup from a military bowl, Jiang Youwei looked off into the distance. Her exceptional hearing seemed to pick up a number of explosions. "It's okay, it's far away," she breathed a sigh of relief. The country was still functioning normally.
Since the curfew began six days ago, she has heard these noises almost every day. She sometimes even imagines what would happen if the city started to behave like this one day. Would she continue to watch or help out a little?
"Even if the sky falls, there are still tall people to hold it up!" She quickly backed down.
"Hey! Um, what do you think the future will be like?" she asked the homeless man.
"Future? We don't have a future!" He leaned his chopsticks against the rim of his bowl, then held the bowl in his hand and continued, "The future has nothing to do with us. If you ask us about our future selves, I'd answer 'live' and 'live well'! Right now, I just want to take a good look at our future selves."
"Just staying alive? Isn't that too simple? People can survive as long as they have something to eat, right?" Jiang Youwei asked three questions in a row.
"That's just what you don't know. No, you will know. Anyway, just live, live for yourself!" He almost shouted.
You might normally imagine the strong, their lives, or even yourself becoming strong. But in reality, you can't even imagine them. Even the weak are beyond your imagination. You are only you. You can only imagine yourself, and you can only be yourself.
"Hehe, it seems that you will never be able to become someone!" Jiang Youwei laughed from the bottom of his heart, which was rare, and the sound was like a wind chime blown by the wind.
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Li Wenjia burped a few times after a full meal, then stood up, pulled out a thermal blanket from his gear bag, spread it next to the fire, and lay down on it. "Can you tell me your name? Oh, right, my name is..." He hesitated for a moment, "My name is Li Jiawen, and I'm a homeless man!"
"My name is Jiang..." Jiang Youwei felt that he should change his name. Maybe the person on the other side would do the same. It's just role-playing, so this "I" would also do it: "My name is Jiang Ling! But I think you will become a knight in the future!"
"Hahaha, thank you for your good words!"
"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!"
The two men began to chat like old friends.
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Awakened by the glaring sunlight, Jiang Youwei discovered that "Li Jiawen" had left. He was lying on the bench, covered with the thermal blanket. Aside from the fire being extinguished, everything around him was the same as it had been the previous night.
"Oh, yes!" She recalled the purpose she had planned last night, so she immediately stood up and used her telekinesis to fix the "important items" around her.
After a few seconds, a similar scene appeared again. "Every time I see that black hole, my heart is surging!" This guy completely forgot the tragic scene of the first time.
This time, the object was nothing special. She caught it with her telekinesis - a gun.
The appearance of this gun is very similar to the shooting game that Jiang Youwei remembered. "It looks like a Glock, but it's a bit too big!"
Jiang Youwei discovered that the barrel of the Glock was much longer than she had imagined, and the overall size seemed much larger. If she compared it to her own hand, the trigger hole was about the same thickness as her wrist.
"It doesn't look like it's for humans!" She looked at the weapon carefully, even turning it over with her telekinesis and taking a look at the muzzle. She was indeed a military idiot.
She channeled her telekinesis into the gun's barrel, discovering that its structure was also different from what she remembered. She seemed to see numerous wires, coiled around the barrel. She had never seen a weapon like this before, except for the legendary electromagnetic cannon.
"Oh shit, it's a Gauss pistol! And it's for mecha!" She suddenly recalled a certain cartoon she had seen before.
But where should I put such a big gun? It wouldn't be safe anywhere, right?
At this moment, she thought of the small river not far from here. "Just throw it in the river! I can't use such a big gun, and ammunition is also a problem." Jiang Youwei felt that the best place for this gun would be the laboratory, not the battlefield.
"Let's just throw it into the river. At most, I can report it anonymously when I get back, saying there's a lot of metal at the bottom of the river and I'm worried about water pollution. And it's best to throw it far away so as not to cause trouble for the homeless guy." This was her final decision.
Jiang Youwei took off his coat to cover the gun, then tiptoed to the river. While opening his coat, he injected more mental power and suddenly threw the gun out. "Goodbye!" With her shout, the gun was slowly submerged in the river water, and many bubbles floated on the water surface.
The morning sun shone down on Jiang Youwei, illuminating the cotton wool of her sweater and the fur on her neck with a golden hue. Facing the rising sun, Jiang Youwei shielded herself from the glare with her palm and called out, "Goodbye!"
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So how did she get home? It was actually quite embarrassing. She only remembered the surveillance camera when she was almost back in the city. The cameras were on 24/7, but at night, they switched to low-light or infrared mode, making the footage less clear. With a little skill, she could make the cameras unrecognizable when she got home at night. She could also climb up the outer wall to avoid being spotted by those staying up late.
So she went back again and waited outside until evening, when there were fewer people around, and then she slowly walked back.
"This is fucked! I really need to find a good place next time!" She decided she should look for a few more places over the next few days, just in case she couldn't make it to one of them. And when considering a problem in the future, it would be best to have more plans prepared, so as not to end up with a plan that didn't work out. It was still quite troublesome; every time she thought of something, she felt overwhelmed. Her IQ had increased after her transformation, but if she hadn't seen how others thought, her ideas would naturally be very naive.
This "system" was truly deceptive. She'd never seen anything like it, and of course, she hadn't seen any other systems either. "It only gave me a few useful items!" But she hadn't even tried to "draw cards." Drawing cards wasn't something she'd consider, at least not yet. What if something hard to master appeared? If you walk by the river often, you'll inevitably get your feet wet. Jiang Youwei now truly envied the protagonists in other novels. Those systems were so incredibly helpful. What were they like? She felt that those systems were a lot like the eunuchs of the old society, where the protagonists only had to think about themselves, and the world revolved around them.
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