Testing the undercover agent's identity
"Professor, we've both finished speaking, it's your turn, but you haven't spoken yet."
“Yes, yes, you haven’t said it yet.” Fan Siwen also joined in urging.
It seems like listening to Song Yize speak his true feelings is such an exciting thing.
Seeing that he had no other choice, Mo Yang picked up the bottle on the table, glanced at the two of them, and said, "Actually, I wouldn't have wanted either of you to come back then." As he spoke, Mo Yang looked at the boy beside him, his eyes revealing something unreadable.
"Oh, I know, I know, we did it on our own initiative, okay? It's not really a secret." Fan Siwen couldn't stand this nagging, and urged the person while holding the juice in her hand, "I'm angry, I don't care about anyone else, you have to drink it." As she spoke, she bumped the person with the bottle.
The young man retorted, "Professor, you have to say one more; the one you just said doesn't count."
“That’s right, what you just said clearly excluded Chen Lili.” Fan Siwen added fuel to the fire.
Seeing that the two were not buying it, Mo Yang had no choice but to think for a moment and then continued, "It was Chen Lili who suggested to me that she wanted to join us." After saying that, he quickly looked at the boy next to him and said, "Don't be angry when I say this."
The boy thought for a moment, then said, "Then you have to drink another sip."
Seeing this, Mo Yang took three sips. He had always felt uncomfortable keeping this matter to himself, and even now that he had spoken about it, he still couldn't feel any relief.
After drinking three rounds of juice, all three of them were thoroughly satisfied. Looking at the two of them, Mo Yang asked seriously, "Do you regret joining us now?"
"Regret—that would be strange." Fan Siwen deliberately drew out the word to make Song Yize anxious.
"Well, it's a bit awkward to say this now, but how should I put it? Without all your choices, I wouldn't have met Chen Lili. So, looking back now, I don't regret it."
"So that means you'll regret leaving from here!"
Fan Siwen deliberately sowed discord.
"Decades later, people will still have many regrets; this is nothing at all now."
As Mo Yang listened to the young man's insightful view of the world, he thought about his own youth and realized that he was not as good as this person in this respect. He then casually tilted his head back and took another sip of the juice in his hand.
If it weren't for his time travel back then, the three of them wouldn't be trapped here at this moment. If any link in the chain were missing, they wouldn't be experiencing what they are experiencing now.
It should be said that this will be something to cherish and even reminisce about many years from now. But today, at this moment, he feels that the chaos that has led to this day because of the initial inexplicable experience is actually quite good.
At least, that's how it is for his life.
Taking advantage of the kick from the juice, the three of them collapsed onto the table, heads close together, and fell asleep.
In a daze, Fan Siwen got up to go to the bathroom. Seeing the two of them, she couldn't help but take out her phone to take a picture. In a daze, she suddenly saw a small square jumping on its own in the corner of the phone. Fan Siwen immediately woke up and called the two of them.
"Hey, get up, get up! I've found something new!"
"What's wrong!"
The two were sleeping soundly when they were woken up in a daze. They were a little grumpy when they woke up. It took the young man a long time to sit up from the table. Mo Yang walked to Fan Siwen's side first, rubbing his eyes, and looked like he was still a little groggy.
"Why did you wake us up?" she said, following Fan Siwen's finger.
"This is..."
“This is a signal that just flashed by. I connected to it, and I discovered that this signal exists among us, and it looks like it was created a few days ago.”
"This..." Mo Yang lowered his voice, "What do you mean?"
"Don't we have a mole among us? Why don't we find the mole and use the signal he has to send out a distress signal?"
That's a good idea, but how do we find the mole?
"You mean we have someone in contact with the outside world right now?"
Although the young man had just regained consciousness, he vaguely understood the meaning of the conversation between the two.
“I’m sure I just got connected, but now I’ve dropped the connection again. If this person knows that the signal has been detected, I think he will be more careful from now on.”
"Do you think this attack was tipped off by this person?"
"Well, if he was the one who leaked it, wouldn't he also be trapped here? What would he be after?"
“Some organizations are like this, playing with the lives of believers, and believers are really willing to risk their lives.”
"The key point is, this isn't worth risking our lives for. What's this research compared to a far more powerful military operation? Wouldn't that be a far more worthwhile sacrifice?"
"If you ask me, there's no point in us brainstorming here. Wouldn't it be better to use our brains to come up with something more reliable?"
"What do you mean by reliable?"
"It would be quite reliable to find the person responsible."
"What if he gets stressed and breaks the internet? What should we do then?"
"At least we've gained something; we caught someone."
As Mo Yang listened to the two of them talking back and forth, their words coming from their young minds, he unconsciously turned his attention back to himself. Did he have any way to get this person to offer himself to him?
Time ticked by, my mind was racing, but no single thought would pop out.
Seeing the two young men looking eager to try, Mo Yang stepped forward to hear their thoughts.
What are you doing here?
Mo Yang interrupted the two of them while they were casting a spell. He saw the person in front of him take out all the juice from the bag and arrange the bottles about a meter away. One person was arranging them while the other was doing arithmetic.
Mo Yang listened to the calculation for a while, and only after the result was given did he ask again, "What is this for?"
Upon seeing that it was Song Yize, the young man revealed Fan Siwen's plan: "We plan to use the last bit of juice we have left to play a truth-or-dare game with everyone, and then we'll knock everyone out and check their phones one by one."
"Is this the method you came up with?"
Mo Yangguang's name alone is enough to give me a headache.
"This is already the best way. Otherwise, with all those soldiers, who among us can stand against them? Playing word games and judging their expressions is even less reliable. They are all well-trained, and no one can be so easily seen through."
Mo Yang found it amusing. "So what excuse are you planning to use to invite them to play games?"
"I've thought about it. I'll say that headquarters has replied, saying we're beyond saving and can only wait to die here."
Do you think they'll believe that?
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
"I have no idea."
"I see!"
Mo Yang had just finished saying he had no idea when the young man stepped forward cleverly.
“We pretended to make a phone call, one of us pretended to chat on this side, while the other two observed the reactions of the people inside. I don’t believe they wouldn’t have a problem if they knew we were secretly contacting someone without telling them.”
"They might have objections, but it's unlikely that anyone will expose them."
"That's not necessarily true. Someone will check their phone immediately to see if the signal is off. Don't worry!"
"Our acting skills are guaranteed to be more realistic than each other's, so you can just focus on who is looking down at their phone."
Mo Yang always felt that this was not a very sophisticated method; at least in his opinion, neither its feasibility nor its probability of success was very high.
But since there are no other feasible plans at this point, let the two of them cause trouble. It can't be too bad. The worst outcome is that the undercover agent finds out he has been exposed, but he will still be glad that no one has discovered his true identity.
As for the others, with soldiers all around, no one could truly be considered safe.
Seeing that the message from headquarters had not arrived for a long time, Mo Yang's anxiety reached its peak.
"Let me tell you, don't go too far. Know when to stop." Before Mo Yang's instructions even reached him, Fan Siwen had already taken out his phone, eager to try it out.
After listening to Song Yize finish speaking, Fan Siwen gave an OK sign.
After all, he has practical experience; he acted for Huang Zhongqian and has practical experience. Now, he is more confident in his acting than anyone else.
Meanwhile, the young man beside him closely followed Fan Siwen's thoughts, ready to step in if things went off track.
Watching the two of them playing house, Mo Yang inexplicably slumped down.
The best vantage point where you can see everyone in motion.
The phone rang in a mock ringing tone. Fan Siwen answered with an exaggerated expression, "Hello?"
A single sound drew everyone's attention.
Mo Yang stared intently into everyone's eyes, trying to discern anything different from what he had previously learned.
"How did you get through to me on the phone?" Fan Siwen's voice couldn't have been more exaggerated.
The boy also feigned surprise.
Mo Yang found it amusing, but then he saw everyone instinctively reaching into their pockets for their phones.
Mo Yang quickly looked at everyone.
They all lowered their heads, glanced at the signal, searched for a signal, found nothing, and closed the shutter again.
Everyone's movements and expressions were clean and efficient, and Mo Yang couldn't detect any difference from them.
"We're trapped here... Hey... Can you hear me...?"
Fan Siwen was still putting on a show on the side.
The other audience members, their faces already showing disappointment once again, resumed their previous state of resting with their eyes closed.
Mo Yang signaled that it was time to end the meeting.
Fan Siwen ended the operation at the critical moment.
"What signal is your phone connected to? Why are people calling you?"
The young man pretended to ask a question.
Mo Yang followed him over.
"I don't know either. I've been connected to the internet all day, and I don't know when it connected."
"And now? Is there still a signal?"
"It's gone now."
As Fan Siwen spoke, she walked towards the group as if deliberately but casually, "Did your phones connect to a signal just now?"
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