Chapter 27 My blacklist of friends expanded suddenly
Episode 27 My dating blacklist has expanded in an instant
In any case, the plan to blow up the train has been finalized.
Include location and time.
Although An Qingyan said that the conversation was conducted in a manner of equal communication, in fact, his essence was to inform me and supervise the progress to make sure that I was not slacking off.
You can imagine how happy a life I lead.
The train that An Qingyan mentioned made me subconsciously pay more attention to it.
That was the train for the newly opened undersea tunnel.
This was originally an important project during the former mayor's term and was only recently completed without waiting for Mayor Ethel to come and cut the ribbon.
After the completion of this undersea tunnel, this line will become an important transportation route connecting the main mainland and Anubis Island. Anubis Island is a highly developed technological city, and the completion of this speed regulation project will become a symbol of its technological strength.
Because this is the world's first successful project to achieve a completely underground connection between a remote natural island and the mainland.
Before this, underground tunnels relied on traditional artificial islands or a combination of bridges and tunnels.
The challenges that the new train has to overcome are not only the construction of the tunnel, but also the design of the power supply and ventilation systems that the train itself needs to face, the humidity and drainage control brought by the undersea tunnel environment, and the air pressure wave effect, how to better disperse the air pressure through the design of ventilation shafts and the front of the car, etc.
The construction of this undersea tunnel took more than five years. The project is huge in scale and complex in technology, making it the largest of the century.
I didn't have much affection or interest in this kind of project.
But what impressed me most was that when Mayor Ethel proposed this design, our high school organized a writing competition on this topic. The winning entries will be published in local newspapers. Therefore, the students began to imagine this grand project, describing the convenient life and technological advancement of the future, as if this wonderful life is just around the corner and within reach.
But now, this project has become a tool for killing people.
This decision will tear apart all the expectations and enthusiasm that we once had or still have.
Looking back at ourselves back then, we may have just dealt with homework and teacher requirements, or we may have truly believed that Anubis brought us dreams that could come true, and naively imagined the future, but we didn’t know that we were actually like bacteria or fungi in agar culture medium—seemingly growing freely, but even the shape and lifespan of our growth were determined by someone.
Our efforts to grow and our understanding of controlling the direction of our own growth are actually nothing more than a cycle within a preset framework.
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etc.
Isn’t this kind of thinking too negative?
Think about it, if you can't find a solution to the problem, and you are not the kind of person who can help the world and save the people, you should just live your life as comfortably as possible and don't drag others down.
Don't make too many associations.
Don't get too caught up in your own feelings, including emotions, feelings, and mixed thoughts and cognitions.
I am probably still a carefree person. Even with such a complicated identity now, I can still get away with it safely. Everything around seemed so peaceful, as if nothing could break the tranquility. The only thing that can defeat me is my overthinking and worrying about nothing.
Coming back to the reality, I encountered a big problem.
The train is scheduled to depart at 10:00 am on Wednesday, when it will travel at a speed of 250 kilometers per hour. Just as the novel says, when the speed of the train drops below a certain speed, it will carry the passengers and be buried in the sea. However, my ID card was only valid until 11:30 a.m. on Wednesday, an hour and a half after the train departed.
An Qingyan’s idea was that I could lead “Shanghexing” onto the train, while they would try to lead “Fu Lin” upwards.
According to the plan, I don't need to play.
But I still wanted to defuse the bomb.
An Qingyan told me about this plan.
In this case, I must find a way to stop it.
I don't know why I didn't try to prevent the disaster.
This is not me aspiring to be the so-called savior. I know full well that I am not that kind of white knight. My laissez-faire character will prevent me from becoming a hero in my life. Otherwise, I would have extended a helping hand to every weak person and saved them.
I'm not that kind of person.
I am just someone who has experienced a disaster and has been trapped in a disaster.
Now, however, not only did I have an identity to hide, I also had to be careful not to become a traitor in their eyes.
I pondered the possibilities—
Is there any way for me to get my original body moving before my ID card expires?
Maybe he could get on the train in my place, and once my ID card is switched, I could move around freely?
Even during this time, could I have disclosed the dangers on the train in advance?
An Qingyan was not particularly satisfied with my attitude towards accepting the task. "Do you have any other questions? This is not difficult for you?"
really.
My identity is actually a VITA undercover, but it's easy to do.
Jerry obeys my orders. I have saved him before, especially this morning when I gave him a fright. It is not reasonable for him to question my actions easily. And I have my own time to disconnect, so I don’t worry about being tortured.
"What type of bomb?"
"Incendiary bomb." An Qingyan said a very scary word lightly.
Incendiary bombs differ from ordinary bombs in the way they explode.
The former focuses on starting fires, while the latter relies on the shock wave at the moment of explosion to cause damage.
The reason why the former is more terrifying is that if the latter explodes, everyone will basically die on the spot and the chance of survival is very slim; while if the former explodes, everyone will either be engulfed by flames or steamed by the scorching heat in this underwater environment. Compared with the pain caused by ordinary bombs, the despair and long-term torture brought by incendiary bombs make it more terrifying.
I couldn't help but tap my fingers on the table as I was tapping them. I said, "Whoever came up with this idea was really ruthless in order to ensure that no one survived."
I don't think I need to discuss humanitarianism with them.
But I was very curious, so I just asked, "I'm really curious, what do you think?"
I think I could have put it more bluntly.
Are they pursuing some kind of political or economic interests? When people want to gain some kind of benefit, they will lower their moral bottom line to the lowest level.
An Qingyan is very smart and obviously understood what I was struggling with - why such violent means should be used to resolve the incident.
So he threw out a question, "If the world is eventually going to become extinct, how will it end?" There was a low tone in his words with a hint that could not be ignored.
His eyes swept over me slowly, as if waiting for my response.
I was stunned by this question and felt confused.
Isn’t this what we discussed in philosophy class in college?
At that time, the professor listed five possible outcomes. But I can't let him know that I know this, right?
So, I consciously didn't answer, but just looked at him silently, "..."
When An Qingyan saw that I didn’t reply, his eyes became sharper and his eyebrows raised slightly. His voice was never heavy, but there was a clear sense of oppression in his tone, "Have you forgotten?"
He didn’t mention “again.”
This shows that this could be a fatal problem.
Is this the secret code of the VITA organization? What do I need to know?
I felt something was wrong at this moment, as if I was being forced into a corner by him.
"..." I paused and said, "I thought you were going to ask and answer your own questions, so I didn't plan to speak."
An Qingyan glanced at me, as if testing my reaction, and then there was a hint of impatience in her eyes. He finally chose to speak actively amid my silence. His tone was calm, yet revealed an inexplicable calmness, "Celestial disasters, the decline of the Earth's magnetic field, nuclear war, disease or so-called biological weapons, and the imminent birth of the 'new human'."
Familiar theories suddenly flashed through my mind, which I had heard in class. Director Kazuaki Kono once raised a similar question and gave readers an extremely pessimistic reference answer based on Paris professor George Oliver's "Man and Evolution".
“New humans will be born in the process of evolution, and they will rule the world with a god-like attitude, and expel modern humans who they believe have very low intelligence and moral standards. 』
An Qingyan stopped talking here, as if leaving a blank space to deliberately make people think deeply.
Clearly, he is saying that facing the "new human" is our future, which is the core purpose of the VITA organization.
Even when he didn't say anything, I was thinking he was saying, "Don't you think that our current world is just a waste of time? No matter how hard the lower humans struggle, they will eventually be eliminated by the new generation of evolution? We are just helping to accelerate this process."
My mood inexplicably sank, and it felt like a huge rock was pressing down on my heart, making it almost impossible to breathe.
I thought An Qingyan was a fanatic pursuing money and power above all else, or perhaps he was a marginalized person with a dark heart. But now, hearing his serious tone, I felt the seriousness of his words.
This guy...has he become stupid because of reading too much?
No wonder everyone says philosophers tend to become crazy?
Isn't this just one more extreme evolutionist?
I was a little worried about his mental health and sighed silently in my heart.
Looking at his unwavering eyes, I couldn't bear it and could only sincerely suggest: "I think you should write a book."
He could do something else to save his anxious heart instead of sharpening his knife against his human companions. Maybe he could become famous with one book like Nietzsche.
He didn't read my worry and concern for him at all. Instead, he looked at me with contempt and asked coldly: "Are you mocking me?"
Come on, I care about him.
I think he's getting a little obsessed.
Perhaps because we were not on the same page, An Qingyan did not stay for long. He simply reminded me to complete the task and then turned and left. The little pigeon was still eating its meal attentively. There was an uncomfortable silence in the air, but I suddenly felt that this moment was particularly unbearable.
So I turned around again and silently scanned the crowd around me.
In fact, when we talk, we are subconsciously observing what is happening around us.
Just like me, facing the direction of the sea, my eyes will also follow the figures walking on the road. An Qingyan seemed even more alert, his eyes fixed firmly on every slight movement in the store in order to be prepared for any emergency.
Overall, our conversation was a roller coaster, with a lot of information but not a long event of actual conversation. An Qingyan also drank the cup of coffee I just bought. Perhaps because it didn’t taste good, he took a sip, frowned, put the cup back on the table, and never touched it again.
When checking out, I noticed the little girl's stepfather standing behind the cash register, reeking strongly of alcohol. There were several distinct bruises on the folds of his clothes. When he saw me, his body trembled slightly and he lowered his head deliberately, as if he wanted to shrink into the corner if possible, blend into the corner completely and try not to attract attention.
I looked around. It was a run-down restaurant and there was a picture of a father and daughter on the cash register. The father was squatting to be on the same height as his daughter, gesturing to the camera, and it was obvious that they had shared warm and happy days. It is very likely that after the economic downturn, my father developed a drinking problem and some symptoms of mental illness caused by alcoholism.
So I said, "The coffee is a bit bad, and the sandwich is very ordinary. Next time you come, remember to improve these." After saying this, I paused, and I was actually a little hesitant. Originally, I wanted to add that I might as well suggest that they try selling my sugar-roasted chestnuts. My snacks are sure to be popular.
But I'm too lazy to bother with these things, especially since I don't have any supply channels. If you really do it, it will definitely be troublesome.
I looked at the little girl's father and said in a slightly more serious tone, "Don't drink anymore. Eat this when you're bored." As I spoke, I handed him a few pieces of pineapple cakes.
If he could only stop drinking he would be better.
I'll think about whether I can help as Li Zhi later?
My current identity is a bit troublesome.
After leaving the seaside shop, I glanced at my phone screen and started thinking about what to do next. So, I opened the card drawing software and refreshed the page to see if there were any new comic previews.
After all, this is a matter of life and death for the protagonist.
Isn't this a moment worthy of an update for the comics?
However, I didn't get any news.
The blank space on my phone screen made me anxious. After much thought, I finally decided to go to the water dungeon again.
Since Jerry didn't give me the poisonous leeches when he got my phone back, I wanted to go there myself. These poisonous leeches are relatively rare, and I wondered if I could extract some of the toxin and use it as a self-defense tool.
This work is not difficult, but it is time-consuming.
After collecting two or three tubes of injection fluid, the time was already 3:30 in the afternoon, almost 4 o'clock.
I also plan to meet myself in person and test whether I can control my body remotely.
The system didn’t explain this to me in too much detail, which made me wonder whether I could find a loophole and make a breakthrough.
*
It took two hours to get from the suburbs to the main urban area by car, and then I had to take a bus to our community.
Time flies by and it's getting dark.
I wandered at the entrance of the community.
It was the first time I looked at my own window from someone else’s perspective, and it felt fresh. Especially because I also brought a little pigeon, it was like bringing someone their own little gift.
However, when I faced the door of my home, I couldn't just go in as usual.
A feeling of powerlessness unconsciously came over me.
Just at this moment, I suddenly saw the window of my room light up. A swaying figure appeared from behind the curtains. He was getting up from the bed and walking out of the room.
I looked down to check the time; it was my usual dinner time. It seems that when the system took over my body, it just left it idle and let it run according to my usual schedule.
I just watched from afar and didn't feel any connection with my body.
Maybe I can't summon my body.
I couldn't help but sigh, thinking that I had to give up this idea temporarily and try to think about the problem from a different angle.
Just as I was about to turn around and leave, my phone suddenly vibrated. I looked down and saw it was a notification from the card drawing software. I clicked on it quickly and found that there was a comic preview update.
The bright light from the phone screen was particularly conspicuous in the dark night, and even made me feel like an uninvited guest for a moment.
I thought about putting away my phone and going to do research somewhere else. However, when I looked up, my sight was attracted - I saw "me" walking to the window and waving in my direction, as if responding to me.
My heart skipped a beat and just as I was about to respond with a gesture, I was suddenly bumped into by someone.
When I looked up, I was shocked to find that the man was Shang Hexing, who was disguised as "Fu Lin". Before he turned back, his eyes were fixed on the location of my house. He is like a wolf that wants to pull the sheep out of the sheepfold.
What's wrong with this person?
He was silently watching someone downstairs of their house in the middle of the night, and he didn't even show any shyness.
As a sense of alarm flashed through my mind, a little owl in my head seemed to say wickedly, "If I ignore the train explosion, this dangerous person can also disappear from my life completely."
Noticing the other person's undisguised gaze, I suddenly realized my situation. I immediately adjusted my expression, pretended to be calm, and whispered, "I'm sorry." Then I quickly turned and left, my steps hurried and my heartbeat quickened.
Seeing Shang Hexing still standing there, I felt uneasy.
Sure enough, the explosion seemed inevitable.
I'd better do well in this role.
Once I have completely gained his trust and he is no longer targeting me, I can completely kick him out of my life.
I suddenly realized that after changing my ID card, my blacklist of friends expanded instantly.
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