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Summer, 2025. A day that couldn't be more peaceful, with a slightly overcast and drizzly sky. In the distance, several dark clouds of varying shades moved rapidly and pressed in, layer upon layer.
In the airport waiting hall, information about flight delays scrolls on the waiting screens.
Migrant workers commuting between cities have already turned on their laptops and started working from home. Some are even listening to impromptu departmental meetings through their Bluetooth headsets, instead of music.
Restless tourists got up and wandered around the spacious waiting hall, while bored young people sat with their legs crossed, some playing games and others scrolling through their phones.
A few children ran past every now and then, laughing and giggling. To some people, this was joyful, but to others, it was noisy.
A late cosplayer, carrying her ita bag, sprinted through the crowd. Any later and she would miss the K-Nex Comic Con in X city.
With only two gates left to catch his flight, a flash of light through the left window caught his eye.
He stopped, thinking he was seeing things. He saw people around him gradually gathering at the window, so he joined them.
When I took out my phone, there was nothing in front of me; it was still a gloomy, rainy day.
About half an hour later, many neatly dressed police officers suddenly appeared in the waiting hall.
All staff members are certified and on duty, checking the documents and photos of everyone in the waiting area one by one.
Because it involves state secrets, everyone is required to completely delete the photos and videos they just took.
Furthermore, uploading related content to social media is prohibited.
If discovered, they will be taken away for questioning and education on charges of leaking state secrets.
No one resisted. The police remained in the waiting area for five hours.
Immediately after the police left, someone uploaded the incident to an online platform.
Although there are no photographic evidence, the large number of comments and viewers has made it difficult for the incident to be quelled in the short term.
The post was deleted but then reappeared.
The frequency with which they appeared prompted frequent complaints from the back-end review staff, yet they still couldn't stop clicking to delete them one by one.
On the other end of the phone, someone was anxiously waiting for the result.
"So, is it resolved?"
"The posts are already being deleted."
"Speed up. I don't want to see any more of this before I go to sleep tonight."
"Okay, we'll send more people."
The message was being forwarded like wildfire in real estate agent groups.
Part-time staff underwent emergency training and were put to work immediately after the training ended.
The number of accounts temporarily added in the backend increased from 1 to 10, and they were added in round after round.
Even so, data auditors continued to report an uncontrollable surge in data volume.
Two more hours passed.
"How about changing the backend upload system? Stop publishing related texts, and immediately forward similar posts to the backend for review."
"Boss, this will require programmers to work overtime, and they might not be able to finish it even in one night. And after it's finished, everyone needs to update the system. If they don't update, the review will still be conducted according to the old system. This not only increases the workload of the reviewers, but also increases the working hours of the programmers. Under such circumstances, it is very easy for error code to appear, and we will have to keep modifying it repeatedly."
"Is there any way to solve this quickly?"
"Boss, what about AI?"
The middle-aged man looked helpless as he thought about his boss, who was the one who limited the time allotted for resolving problems.
"Please perform the operation and show me the results."
The head of a department at a certain online platform immediately took out his phone and sent a message.
A short while later, he held the text on his phone up to the person in front of him.
"..." The middle-aged man muttered the somewhat dazzling words to himself. After a long while, he finally issued the task to the person in front of him after a brief moment of contemplation.
"Do as it says."
"Yes, boss."
Suddenly, his tightly closed eyes opened a crack.
He felt like he'd had a decent sleep, but his head ached as if he'd hit a rock. The pain was hard to describe; it didn't feel like he'd bumped into anything—he didn't remember ever hitting his head—more like the feeling of radiation from staring at a computer screen for too long. It was strange; how could he have such an old-fashioned feeling?
Outside his field of vision, Mo Yang had the illusion of returning to the game interface. The bed beneath him felt exceptionally real, and his body felt slightly heavy, accompanied by a mild pain, much like the feeling after fighting an enemy while wearing intelligent sensing sensors.
"Oh no, I fell asleep in the game."
Fan Siwen must be deceiving himself into entering some kind of fighting game again.
He opened his eyes and saw people gathered around him watching. "What happened? I must have bumped into something, right?"
The person next to him didn't answer him, and it didn't seem like they had exited the game system.
He had no recollection of this person whatsoever.
Mo Yang looked around at the surrounding facilities. "Am I in a hospital?" He still had an IV drip in his hand, and the IV bottle next to him was bubbling away.
"What kind of game is this? It's so realistic! There's even a hospital scene. Shouldn't it be restored by magic under normal circumstances?"
He felt like he was just following a storyline, but Mo Yang didn't want to continue playing the game.
Raise your hand and pull off the VR device on your head.
But when he reached out, he suddenly grasped nothing.
The feeling of my fingers touching my face was incredibly realistic.
Mo Yang instinctively jolted, raising both hands above his head to try and sense the location of the AR device. Before his hands could even touch it, he cried out, "Ouch!"
The pain from my stretched arm came through immediately.
Mo Yang discovered that this was true.
This is not in a game world.
And who are the people around me...?
His gaze slowly shifted to the person who hadn't spoken yet, and the sidelong glance revealed his true feelings.
"Who are you?" he asked, then his gaze darted to the other side. "And who is he?"
The officer standing by the bed didn't speak, but waved his hand to the people behind him, "Go and call the doctor."
His voice was icy, and the few words he uttered seemed to emanate from his own frigid skin.
The slaps felt exceptionally cold on Mo Yang's body.
Mo Yang sneezed for no apparent reason.
Not long after, the person who had just gone out led in a doctor, followed by a nurse carrying medical records.
This outfit must be from a very old time.
"Doctor, what's wrong with me?"
The person in front of him didn't respond, but instead pried open Mo Yang's eyes on their own.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."
The nurse, who had been there earlier, had somehow moved to Mo Yang's right side and, while the doctor was examining him, placed a thermometer inside Mo Yang's ear.
"36 degrees 7."
After a series of procedures, the doctor finally spoke, "The patient is fine, just need to get some rest."
"Does he have any mental problems?"
The officer who had been standing to the side asked coldly.
The doctor took a small flashlight out of his pocket and scanned Mo Yang's pupils.
"For now, it doesn't seem like a big problem."
After saying that, she added, "If you're still worried, you can get a brain CT scan and MRI later. Get the forms from the medical station."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Mo Yang quickly got up, intending to stop the doctor and ask him what was going on.
Before I could even sit up, a sharp pain in my lower back shot through my entire body.
"pain……"
The pain pulled me back down as I had just straightened up.
The nurse beside him, holding the IV drip tube, squinted at it and changed the IV fluid bottle. "The patient suffered a severe injury and is still not very stable; moving him is not advisable. If you want to do any tests, it's best to wait until after 48 hours, when the patient's condition has improved somewhat. This bottle contains a slow-acting medication, so it shouldn't be rushed. Call me when it's finished. If there's nothing else, you can come with me to get the test results."
The officer gestured for someone to follow.
Mo Yang watched as everyone left the room, leaving only him and the officer inside.
The person in front of me moved a chair over and sat down.
"Alright, let's put the examination on hold for later. Let's get the questioning done first today."
Mo Yang's gaze swept over the man and he vaguely saw the epaulets on the man's shoulders. Judging from the number of stars, his position should be quite high.
"What kind of atomization?"
The officer did not answer, his gaze toward Mo Yang remained the same as before, only the temperature of his eyes seemed to have turned colder.
"Hello, please introduce yourself. I am Lu Hexiang, the commander of the 5th Command of the 61st Ground Division. I have been assigned to the 613th Class D special incident operation. Please answer the following questions."
The special effects inherent in the person's voice were too much for Mo Yang to bear, and he sneezed again.
Mo Yang knew that he couldn't get away with trying to fish in troubled waters now.
The brain cells are constantly active, thinking about how to answer in a way that is more advantageous to oneself.
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