The research institute was shut down again.
Before long, we arrived at the checkpoint connecting the research base and the office building.
I saw a lot of people staring at the notice board.
Mo Yang originally intended to take a detour, but when he passed by the notice board, he couldn't help but glance at it.
Just one glance was enough to calm someone who was just feeling upset.
The words "Huang Zhongqian" flashed clearly before my eyes.
As for the others, Mo Yang had to walk through the crowd to the very front to see them clearly.
The notice on the bulletin board read: "Huang Zhongqian failed to fulfill his due obligations during the project, resulting in the leakage of key project information and the death of a key person in charge of the project. As a result, Huang Zhongqian has been removed from his position as the chief project commander and removed from his position as the person in charge of the project. This notice is hereby issued for public announcement."
Mo Yang was dumbfounded.
His eyes remained fixed on the notice board, unable to look away for even a moment.
The crowd of onlookers changed wave after wave, but Mo Yang stood alone from sunrise to sunset, from the vast sea of people to the hopeful crowd.
Mo Yang took out his phone and called Huang Zhongqian.
The call went unanswered for a long time.
The footsteps I took on the way back made a hard, muffled sound as I dragged my feet across the ground. I could clearly see the light reflecting off the ground and then back into my eyes like tiny needles.
Mo Yang opened the laboratory door and went inside.
The two people, who had been eagerly anticipating the moment they saw Mo Yang, were somewhat bewildered.
After a long while, Fan Siwen finally dared to step forward and inquire about the details of the meeting.
"What kind of meeting lasts this long? I saw quite a few of them come back halfway through."
Mo Yang did not answer.
Fan Siwen continued, "What was said at the meeting? Was our project progress specifically praised?"
The sight of eight teeth being revealed was interrupted by a phone call.
Mo Yang glanced at his phone, hurriedly answered the call, and left the lab.
"Hello."
"Why did so many calls come in?"
Mo Yang felt a tremor in his heart upon hearing Huang Zhongqian's voice.
"..."
"Hello."
"Why did you suddenly quit the project?"
"The matter was urgent, and I didn't have time to tell you. From now on, you can report directly to the newly appointed person in charge of the project."
"I'm asking about you, not the project."
Hearing Mo Yang's sudden outburst of emotion, the other party fell silent. "Personnel changes at work are perfectly normal. Don't throw a tantrum like a child."
Is he throwing a childish tantrum?
"You're the one who put me on this project, you're the one who said you'd protect my safety, and now you're just abandoning me. If the project isn't important to you, then it's not important to me either."
"Nonsense! This concerns the fate of all humanity; how can it be described in terms of importance?"
"But you didn't tell me anything about such an important matter."
"You also had something you didn't tell me."
Mo Yang fell silent.
"Since you already know, I'll release the data. Can that make amends?"
"You think appointments can be changed just like that?"
"Then I can simply refuse to cooperate with the subsequent work."
"You may not think about yourself, but think about the people behind you."
There was no one behind him.
“If something goes wrong here, it means that everyone in the lab will be wiped out of the scientific community. The country has no shortage of talent.”
"They pose no threat to me."
"Now that you've thought it through, go ahead and do it."
Seeing that Mo Yang did not respond, the person on the other end of the phone added another sentence.
"From now on, no one will protect you. Protect your personal safety, pay attention to surveillance, speak less, and do more. In short, the fate of all mankind depends on you."
"Can you please not put such a heavy burden on my shoulders?"
The call had already ended.
Mo Yang couldn't understand why something that was already over had to be brought up again for criticism. Was rehashing old material the norm for this research institution, or was it an inherent hobby? If it was for promotion, then what was there to fight for in this project? It involved human lives and professional safety; he might even be in danger himself.
If Huang Zhongqian acted out of patriotism, then he couldn't understand what the new person in charge was after.
Judging from his expression, he doesn't seem to be forced into this situation; he seems to be enjoying it.
He didn't understand the specifics of the internal affairs, nor did he want to. Sometimes, human emotions are indeed like that—coming and going in a hurry. Just like how he didn't want to get entangled with those two people, that's probably the case.
Back in the lab this time, Mo Yang had thought things through clearly; he knew exactly what he wanted.
He called the two people in the lab over, looked them seriously in the eye, and said, "The project is dissolved on the spot. You can either write a resignation letter or I can issue a termination certificate; either way is fine."
The two people in front of them were dumbfounded.
"Is this all the content of today's meeting?"
"But our progress is so obvious, why disband?" It turns out that even someone who seems very honest can lose control of their emotions.
“That’s none of my business. There are higher-ups to consider. With your qualifications, you can intern anywhere. There’s no need to be locked up in this place. You can just go back to where you were before.” As he spoke, Mo Yang looked at the boy beside him.
The sudden news left the two of them stunned and at a loss.
People who were discussing the relevant procedures suddenly found themselves completely unrelated to this matter.
This was unacceptable to both of them.
"Who cares about staying in this lousy place? I'm not putting up with it anymore." Fan Siwen slammed down the documents in his hand, took off his lab coat, threw it on the table next to him, picked up his coat, and walked out.
Mo Yang glanced at the person in front of him, then slowly walked up to him and bowed solemnly.
“Mentor, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. Although our time together was short, I have kept your teachings in mind. Although I may not fully understand them, I will remember your words someday. I am reading Sun Tzu's Art of War.” After saying this, she picked up her things, turned around and said to Mo Yang, “Goodbye, Mentor.”
For a long time, Mo Yang seemed lost in thought. He simply stared blankly at the screen.
He was the one who sent the person away; from now on, he will bear all the hardships alone.
If he's lucky, he'll invent a time machine and send himself back to 2045.
If you're not so lucky, then you'll have to say goodbye to this world.
Looking back on my life so far, although I haven't had a wealth of experience, it's still more than most people's.
He witnessed the rise and fall of robots, the changing times, the passing of his lover and children, time travel, and an encounter with another version of himself in another world.
He may now experience dying in a world where no one knows him.
Although it goes against his values, the thought of going through the afterlife and reporting his name to the King of Hell, only to find that there is no such person, or that the deceased does not match the information, is quite interesting.
Thinking of this, Mo Yang couldn't help but smile.
Back in the dormitory, this time it was Mo Yang who was shocked.
What did he see?
Fan Siwen and Mo Yang have teamed up!
And it's not just about combining.
The two of them still acted superior.
This made Mo Yang dizzy.
"Why haven't you left yet?" Mo Yang pretended to be nonchalant and walked in without even looking.
"Good news or bad news, which do you want to hear first?"
This time it was Fan Siwen's turn to deal with Mo Yang.
Mo Yang ignored the two of them.
Seeing this, Fan Siwen began to speak on his own.
"The bad news is that after we finished packing our luggage and got to the door, we were told that the entire research institute was under lockdown and no one was allowed to enter or leave. The specific time for lifting the lockdown is undetermined."
"What?" Mo Yang asked in disbelief, "Why is it banned?"
"You still have to ask me that, Director? Don't you know someone died?"
"Another death? Who died?"
"Oh no, it seems they really don't know."
Mo Yang looked bewildered. "Isn't this something that happened before? You're telling me that the suspect has been found."
"Not a suspect, but an undercover agent. I didn't say last time, I meant this time."
"This time? When?" Mo Yang raised his eyebrows high.
The day before yesterday.
"The day before yesterday? Why didn't anyone mention it? It's only being banned today? Who died?"
"You've hit the nail on the head. They said it was some kind of general, but I don't know the specifics, that's all they told me."
Mo Yang fell silent.
"What's the good news?" The voice was noticeably less strained than before.
"The good news is that we don't have to walk anymore."
"We can't leave either, so what kind of good news is that?"
Mo Yang removed his clothes and lay down on the bed.
"You really want us to leave like this? I've checked, the project didn't go bankrupt at all, you're just making it up."
"Are you not leaving? Are you planning to die here?"
"I knew it." Fan Siwen suddenly took a step and hugged her.
"I knew you weren't such a heartless person."
"Let go, let go, let go! Hurry up and go to the cafeteria for a meal, otherwise you're planning to spend another night starving and freezing in the conference room."
Although Mo Yang had not participated in the conversation between the two, he could roughly understand the content based on his understanding.
Is this research institute really that dangerous?
"It's always been like this. So, let me interview you. How does it feel to be in the wolf's den?"
"Actually, I quite enjoy adventure and solving cases."
Hearing this, Mo Yang couldn't help but look at him through the corner of the bed.
"You should have been there when someone died last time. I'm telling you, last time..."
Mo Yang looked at the two people in front of him who were chatting enthusiastically.
"Besides, you didn't see it. After they were questioned, everyone's faces turned really weird. If you knew criminal psychology, you could probably figure out who the undercover agent was. It was hilarious."
I don't know whether to be sad or happy.
"Alright, stop talking. It's not like it's anything to be proud of."
"Sharing experiences? And you won't even let people speak? Besides, you didn't see it, but last time he publicly overturned a theory that had dominated the scientific community for over 40 years, everyone's eyes widened..."
Mo Yang closed his eyes, wishing his ears could close at the same time.
What a day this has been like!
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