Su Mingan thought of the young man with the Eagle Eye sniper rifle whom he first met at the gathering place of Fenghuo 32 years after the disaster. Roughly speaking, Cheng Luohe is now 40 years old...
Every one of those people he had first met was now twice his age.
"Who has been managing Doomsday City during the ten years I was away?" Su Mingan said.
Noah was silent for a while. "She came here ten years ago, a person who called herself Su Xiaobi. We were on guard against her at first, but she was just too amazing... every decision she made was far beyond our level. Later, when the general election was held, she became the deputy city lord."
Su Mingan was stunned for a moment. Su Xiaobi...Xiaobi?
Xiaobi is clearly the agent of the City of Gods, the antivirus program of the two-dimensional world. What is she doing in Doomsday City as the deputy city lord? Considering that she has hardly ever left the City of Gods, it is possible that she is just doing it for fun...
"Where's Tretia?"
"They are missing." Noah said, "And the mute girl named Dong Anan in Doomsday City is also missing. The surveillance facilities have been destroyed, and we can't find any trace of them."
Su Mingan nodded. Although Dong Anan was missing, the TE2 progress had not dropped, so it should be a normal plot.
Through Yeya's information, he found that the current situation of mankind is not optimistic. Hewei is eroding the last pure land of mankind layer by layer... If this continues, mankind may not survive until 72 years after the disaster.
The reason for the dispute between Noah and Sen was that Noah's men lacked heating and many of them were frostbitten. Noah wanted heating resources, but was rejected by Sen. The reason was that the Dawn system also needed resources.
Although Noah called Su Mingan "Grandpa", the problem was not solved at all...
In order to complete the main task and drag humanity to the 72nd year of the catastrophe, Su Mingan must find a suitable means of energy supply to prevent the exhaustion of human resources. This is a network time flow. If the second dimension collapses, humanity will lose everything.
"Beep-beep!" Car horns sounded, and millions of people moved through the city. Vehicles whizzed past like a long dragon, and the bright headlights were like swords piercing the darkness.
The truck had entered the Doomsday City, and Su Mingan saw an extremely conspicuous sculpture.
——It was a stone sculpture in the shape of a fist, with the fist facing upwards, the finger bones like sharp white swords, and the bones protruding outward, as if it was going to smash the sky.
Ten minutes later, the vehicle stopped and the familiar Political Center stood before us.
Noah and Sen went to argue about the heating problem, while Su Mingan went all the way upstairs and returned to his room. He pushed open the door and saw that this room seemed to be cleaned every day, and even the vase on the window was decorated with fresh lilies.
The faint starlight shines through the dark clouds onto the windowsill, and the white petals seem to be glowing.
"Xi, can lilies be grown in the city?" Su Ming'an closed the door and said to his watch.
Xi's puzzled voice came from the wristwatch communication: "Lilies? The environment is getting worse and worse now, so there shouldn't be any... By the way, Xiaoshuai, don't go to your room yet. That room hasn't been opened for a long time, and it's full of dust now..."
The room hasn't been opened for a long time?
Su Mingan was slightly stunned.
But why when he opened the door, the room was clean and tidy, as if it had been cleaned every day...
“…”
A gust of wind moved.
Su Mingan raised his head.
Outside the pale white curtains, a figure floated in the night like a white bird.
The sound of the flute penetrated the glass and flowed in, and the air was filled with the fragrance of roses and lilies. The man's eyes were still very light, and his white hair was freely outlined in the evening breeze, like the color of ice and snow in a gouache painting. Countless sources of light surrounded him, and gently pushed the window glass to both sides.
Su Mingan stood in the dark room, and the person floating outside the window seemed to be glowing.
...How come you are still alive?
This was Su Mingan’s first thought.
The flute sound like a stream slowly dissipated. When the song ended, Lin Guang showed an extremely natural smile: "Good evening, Lewis, happy Fuyuan Festival."
"Good people don't live long, but evil will last for thousands of years." Su Mingan said, "What else do you want to play?"
Suddenly, Lin Guang bowed slightly, and his white hair fluttered like the feathers of a flying bird...
"I invite you to come to [Tawei] as a guest, Lewis."
"Are you talking about the world where the [Hewei] who invaded this world is located?"
"Yes." Lin Guang stretched out his hand, his posture like a gentleman, and he seemed to have grown a lot: "Will you come with me?"
"Okay." Su Mingan said. He had long been puzzled by the true face of [Hewei]. Are these things aliens or higher-dimensional creatures invading the world?
A look of joy flashed across Lin Guang's face, but before he could get close, Su Ming'an turned around.
"Let me call someone to go with me." Su Mingan raised his hand, as if summoning a Poké Ball:
"Come, Su Lin."
A golden light flashed, and Su Lin, looking sleepy, walked out in his pajamas.
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