48 hours after Mo Yang's disappearance
After several days of searching, Fan Siwen found nothing.
A fire at the sanatorium destroyed not only the building's facade but also all the surveillance equipment installed on the exterior walls.
The building, which was originally heavily guarded, is now so difficult to find anyone.
According to Mo Yang's description, they were put in sacks as soon as they left the house, so they had no idea what kind of vehicle they were in or where it was going.
Fan Siwen retrieved surveillance videos from all streets in the city that day, but several days later, he still found nothing.
Upon seeing the person walk in from outside, Fan Siwen looked over with his eyes propped up by two matchsticks.
"Oh, you've arrived."
After exchanging greetings, I turned back to stare at the surveillance footage, afraid that I might miss some important details if I wasn't careful.
"Want to switch shifts with me?"
Fan Siwen picked up the large half-eaten piece of bread that was lying to the side, put it to her mouth, and took a bite.
His movements were fluid and natural, suggesting that he had practiced these familiar actions countless times.
"Go and rest. You'll be more efficient when you're well-rested."
"No, if you're a step too late and Professor Song gets beaten to a pulp, you'll be responsible."
"It might have turned into a complete mess by now."
Fan Siwen gave the man a disgruntled look before turning back to stare at the screen.
"Isn't it strange? From the moment it left the house, not a single surveillance camera recorded any trace of the car. I searched through all the surveillance videos I could find on the street, and not a single one captured the person's image."
"The problem is that when we left the house, we were already sacks, not living human figures, and you don't even know what kind of car we were in."
“But time never goes wrong. I’ve reviewed all the surveillance footage from when I first met Uncle Li until I went out to look for you, and there were no cars driving out of the street.”
"Not a single one in all that time?" the boy asked in disbelief.
"It's not that there wasn't any. You know, because of the fire here, the main gate was burned down, and cars couldn't get through at all. The only way out was through Lizheng Street. But we've checked back and forth, and only three cars have passed by here. We sent people to ask about two of them, and they all turned around here. The time shown on the surveillance footage isn't enough to prove that your car was kidnapped."
"What about the other one?"
"That's a water truck from the road administration. It's here to help prevent excessive dust caused by the demolition."
"Shouldn't we be investigating everything right now? Who knows which one is the traitor?"
"The key point is that I followed all three vehicles. They all stopped while driving, and I didn't see any suspicious people get out of the cars during that time."
Seeing the man's anxious expression, Mo Yang reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "Blame us for being drugged and not remembering anything. If I remembered even a little bit, I wouldn't have let you waste these past few days."
"Your efforts haven't been in vain. My tracking speed is much faster now than it was a few days ago. Try it and see."
Mo Yang casually tossed a piece of bread down, and within seconds, the man caught it with his bare hands—the bread hadn't even hit the ground yet.
That's amazing.
"Alright, you've already reached a level of mastery, and you've mastered an unparalleled skill."
“What’s the use of that?” Fan Siwen took the two bamboo sticks he was holding and threw them on the table next to him.
He got up and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" the person behind asked, puzzled.
As he walked, he kicked his numb legs, thinking, "Ha, maybe I'll see this person in my dreams and he can give me some clues."
May the person in your dream be safe and sound.
“Wishing him well is wishing yourself well,” Fan Siwen waved his hand. “After all, if he’s gone, you’re gone too.”
The boy had never thought about this from this perspective before. At this moment, the person standing in the monitoring room looked at the cars passing by on the screen with a slightly melancholy gaze, lost in thought.
When Mo Yang woke up, his body was already trapped.
He never thought he would wake up again.
Determined that he wasn't dreaming, Mo Yang blinked hard, his blurred vision seeming to tell a story.
He vaguely saw a white blur flash past his eyes, and the metallic clanging of machinery sounded so jarring to Mo Yang's ears.
Am I... being studied?
A vaguely similar memory surfaced; he had actually experienced this before.
The scenes from before gradually unfolded before Mo Yang's eyes, and Mo Yang opened his mouth wide in disbelief—he had actually used his memories to cultivate a clone.
The people outside were still operating on his face. "Hiss," Mo Yang felt something being ripped off and let out a soft cry.
"The test subject has awakened and will be given another injection of anesthesia."
"don't want……"
Mo Yang felt something pierce his skin, and the next second, he lost all consciousness.
The dream kept playing on a loop, and Mo Yang felt like he was constantly in a state of half-sleep and half-awake.
He didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but when he opened his eyes again, the familiar blue image suddenly appeared in front of him.
Has he traveled back to the future?
Hearing the familiar voices around him, Mo Yang felt a sense of familiarity wash over him for a moment.
He felt as if he had returned to the laboratory where his future self was.
Upon closer inspection of the surrounding structure, his hopes were dashed.
This was not a place he knew. It was unfamiliar, and that unfamiliarity carried a chilling feeling.
Seeing a lab technician in a white coat walking towards him, Mo Yang recognized him instantly. This was the person who had given instructions to the people next to him when he first woke up.
"How are you feeling now? Have you seen any foreign objects?"
Mo Yang didn't understand this person's definition of "foreign object," so he asked, "What kind of foreign object are you referring to?"
"All impurities except for blue light."
"Oh." Mo Yang understood. "No, that's not it."
"Everything is normal."
As the man continued speaking, he was about to inject Mo Yang with the medication when Mo Yang interrupted him in time, asking, "May I ask what kind of experiment you are conducting?"
"Restore all the bodily functions of your future self."
"Oh," Mo Yang responded, "And what's the next item?"
"Restore your brain-computer interface for easier task reception."
"What?"
Mo Yang had just realized something when this person injected him with a needle and he lost consciousness again.
At the same time, the people around them manually began sending tasks to the brain-computer interface system's operation page.
Even after Fan Siwen went to bed, she still wouldn't behave herself.
He had been yawning non-stop the whole way, but he still tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
"Where could this person be taken?"
In a daze, it felt like I was dreaming, or like I was wide awake and not asleep at all.
Fan Siwen felt some familiar memories lingering before her eyes, fragments of memories about what the future might hold, playing out scene by scene.
He changed the course of everything recently, but the general direction of future development will not change.
In other words, Song Yize currently only has two possible outcomes: one is to fly into space with the spaceship, and the other is to use the time machine to return to the future.
As things stand, the energy reserves required to invent a time machine are enormous and cannot be obtained overnight. Moreover, the nation's primary focus is on developing its warships, and it will not spare any effort to allocate its energy reserves for him.
From another perspective, he is a talent that the country needs, and it is imperative for him to go into space with the warship.
He also remembered seeing this scene.
If, as he said, if others besides himself also had expectations of Song Yize, does that mean that Song Yize would be successfully rescued by someone else through the influence of other forces?
Thinking of this, Fan Siwen shook his head again. Wasn't he captured by the person who was spying on his power? What if they wanted to use him as a backup? Then he would never be able to find them.
"Damn undercover agent."
Just thinking about Chen Lili's face made him furious. He had chosen to save her in the first place because she could provide valuable clues.
Knowing that she wouldn't say anything, why did he go to such lengths to find a designated brain-computer interface hospital and then pay for her surgery?
Let's just let her die.
Thinking about all the money I've spent lately, it really feels like water flowing away—a wasteful expenditure that goes unappreciated.
His father still wants to find someone to kill him.
Oh well, I don't want to think about it anymore.
After rolling around in bed a couple more times, Fan Siwen sat up.
I picked up my phone and took a look.
There's someone I haven't contacted yet.
I glanced at the time and made a phone call.
"How have you been lately?"
"You little rascal, you finally called."
"What, you were hoping I'd call? Did you stay inside too long and get cold in my humble abode?"
"Where did you learn to speak so in such a roundabout way? Did you learn it from abroad?"
How did you know I just came back from abroad?
Is there anything I don't know?
"Aren't you in prison? Did you send someone to investigate me?"
"Not yet. But there's something rather sad about it." As he spoke, his tone suddenly dropped.
"What did you say? Was the research base bombed, or what?"
"Aside from you, have the other three been properly buried? I'll go and pay my respects when I have time."
"You mean... hahahahahahahahahahaha..."
The sudden laughter startled the person opposite.
"why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at you for saying you know everything, but actually you're kept in the dark."
No one is omniscient or omnipotent.
"Even you are?"
"Even I am."
"It's completely boring."
Fan Siwen had intended to tease him a little, but the man didn't seem to have any intention of refuting her at all.
"Alright, I'll stop beating around the bush. There's something I need you to do right now, can you do it?"
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