Chapter 78 Listening to the Rain in the Urinal
Bai Yang drew a circle on the draft paper, then drew an eye in the middle of the circle, and finally added six insect-like long legs to the circle.
He stared at it, restored it in his mind, made a 3D model for it, and let it slowly stand up on the paper. What should it look like?
A one-eyed spider?
Or a big eyeball with six long legs?
Are the six legs evenly distributed in a circle, or are they symmetrically distributed with three on each side?
The little eyeball standing on the paper began to crawl. It crawled very fast, from one end of the draft paper to the other, then jumped onto the math textbook, flipped over the pencil case, and wanted to climb onto the stainless steel thermos cup, but its attempt failed. The stainless steel cup had a smooth surface and no foothold. It climbed two steps up the vertical wall of the cup and rolled down. The fall seemed to have knocked it unconscious. It shook its head and wanted to make a comeback, but a palm of Tathagata suddenly fell from the sky, and with a "bang!", the little thing was pressed into the dust with a shocking sound.
Bai Yang suddenly woke up from his fantasy, and then a person's weight fell on his shoulders.
"What is this?" He Leqin curiously leaned over and picked up the draft paper on Bai Yang's desk. "What did you draw?"
"The natural enemy of human beings." Bai Yang replied.
"The natural enemy of mankind?" He Leqin turned the draft paper over and stared at it for a long time. "Can this thing be called the natural enemy of mankind? Can it withstand a fin-stabilized armor-piercing discarding sabot projectile?"
"Have you seen EVA?" Bai Yang took the draft paper back from him. "This is the 19th Angel. It has an AT force field, and armor-piercing bullets can't penetrate it."
"The ruffian should ask you to be the director. Go, go, go to the bathroom."
He Leqin pulled him up.
BG4MSR found the teacher's draft book, which was a major discovery.
They originally thought that the teacher did not leave any materials behind, but apparently the teacher might not remember what he had used to write the draft, and "Journey to the West" was one of the materials that slipped through the net.
However, this is just a draft paper, not a notebook, so the information is scattered, incomplete and confusing, and needs to be carefully analyzed.
Bai Yang asked BG4MSR to read the book "Journey to the West" from the beginning and not to miss any clues left by the teacher. A circle she drew casually might contain deep meaning.
"Little Aries, what have you been busy with recently?"
He Leqin stood in front of the urinal and flushed it, looking at the blue slogan in front of him: A small step forward, a big step towards civilization.
Bai Yang was sitting next to him, "Why are you asking this?"
"You haven't been quite right lately. You rushed home right after evening self-study, without even waiting for me and Brother Yan." He Leqin turned his head and glanced at him. "What are you obsessed with?"
Bai Yang looked around and waited until everyone in the toilet had left before he spoke: "I told you, I'm busy saving the world."
"Hasn't the rescue yet?"
"Saving the world, how can it be easy?" Bai Yang said, "If I fail, then the Earth will be GG, and we won't have to take the college entrance examination."
"Then you should fail quickly." He Leqin snorted, "It is a great benefit to all high school students in the country. You are our great benefactor if we can cancel the college entrance examination. We will erect a monument for you."
"Well, I'll quit my job," Bai Yang said, "and you can erect a monument for me."
He was arguing with Mr. He casually, but his thoughts were drifting. Bai Yang felt more and more that his brain was filled with everything related to BG4MSR. Apart from that, his brain no longer thought about any problems. When he saw the questions while doing his homework on weekdays, he felt that they looked familiar, but his mind was blank. Bai Yang didn't know if this was normal. It was as if his brain no longer belonged to him. It was like a computer that had been requisitioned by someone, running endlessly twenty-four hours a day, but the problems he thought about had nothing to do with him.
Complex and confusing information rolled around in my brain, growing bigger and bigger like a snowball, and was about to burst my skull.
He couldn't stop himself.
Bai Yang felt that sooner or later, his brain would suddenly explode, and a destroyed world would jump out from it.
"Think carefully about how to deal with the Nineteenth Angel, who is the culprit for destroying the world."
Bai Yang closed his eyes, perhaps only when he was releasing water could he get a moment of peace.
Listening to the sound of dripping water is as peaceful as listening to the rain.
"To deal with the apostles, we should build Unit-01," He Leqin said, "and select a few autistic young pilots. Do you think I have the potential?"
"Where are you shutting yourself up?"
"As long as I can pilot Unit-01, I can be autistic. Not to mention autism, even schizophrenia is fine. I don't ask for anything except a partner as beautiful as Asuka."
"You are peeing right now," Bai Yang said, "look down at yourself."
He Leqin lowered his head.
"Fuck."
"What's wrong?"
“Too big.”
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Banxia sat at the table and opened the "Journey to the West" in her hand. In order to avoid missing anything, she turned the pages one by one. The teacher had just spread out the book to make a draft. The Chinese characters and formulas were all quite messy and disorganized, making it extremely difficult to understand.
"Page 151, Chapter 12, Xuanzang holds a grand meeting with sincerity, and Guanyin appears and transforms into a golden cicada." Banxia holds her microphone, "There are two English words on this page, Xuan and Zang."
"Okay, Xuan, Zang, I've got it." Bai Yang wrote it down on the paper, and then was slightly startled, "Miss, this is not an English word, this is Chinese pinyin, the Chinese pinyin of Xuanzang, OVER."
It seems that the teacher would do some meaningless little things when he is free, such as marking the pinyin for "Journey to the West".
"Page 152, there is a very big question mark on this page, the size of a whole page."
"Okay, a big question mark." Bai Yang drew another big question mark on the paper, "OVER."
He was recording the drafts left by the teacher in the book. These meaningless words or formulas could not be understood by Banxia Baiyang alone. What Baiyang had to do was to write them down completely, and after Zhao Bowen came back, he would hand them over to more professional people for research and interpretation.
“Wow, this is a painting.”
"What kind of painting? OVER."
"It's so sloppy, I can't really tell what it is..." Banxia turned the book on the table, "Is it the sun?"
On page 153 of Journey to the West, the teacher drew a large doodle with a black gel pen. On the upper half of the paper, she drew a sun - or a moon. The handwriting was sloppy and smudged repeatedly. If there were not other components in the whole picture, one would even think that this was just the result of the teacher unconsciously drawing circles continuously. The reason why Banxia could see that it was a celestial body was that it was still radiating light outwards. Fine straight lines radiated from the circle and shot out in all directions.
In the lower half of the paper, the teacher drew a straight line, which was probably the ground.
There are square buildings and densely packed high-rises above the ground, all painted with messy shadows.
Banxia could see that this was a city illuminated by a black sun or moon.
There are others.
There were many little stick figures, but Banxia suddenly felt confused. She stared at the doodles on the paper, looking at them one by one.
These little people have an obvious abnormality that can be seen with the naked eye.
Did the teacher draw it wrong?
Why don't they have heads?
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The current life is somewhat beyond Bai Zhen's expectations. He has finally established a seemingly high-end amateur radio emergency communication command center to reverse the future and save the world. Judging from the length of the name, it is at least equivalent to a North American Aerospace Defense Command plus a Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. However, from the establishment of the command center to now, all he has done is the work of a profiteer in the Huaqiangbei second-hand electronics market.
"If the camera is from Hikvision, then connect it to the network port." Wang Ning moved a small stool and sat opposite him, holding the adapter cable in his hand, "Or use a USB one and connect it to the USB port. Which one is better?"
"See which one is easier to deal with." Bai Zhen replied.
"If we want to transmit images, we have to unplug the relay first, right?" Wang Ning asked.
"Yes, after all, the radio only has one microphone jack. We have to replace the relay before we can connect it to the main board. The connection method is similar." Bai Zhen nodded, "It cannot have the ability of remote control and image transmission at the same time. You can't have your cake and eat it too, at least not at the moment."
The Celeron 3150 industrial control motherboard with power supply is hanging on the wall, and it is plugged with adapter cables.
"Have you been back to your hometown some time ago?" Wang Ning suddenly asked.
Bai Zhen looked up at him, then nodded, "What's wrong?"
"Is your old house still there?"
"Of course it's there, it's in good condition." Bai Zhen said, "I even reinforced it."
"Old Bai, if all this really ends up being ruined..." Wang Ning leaned forward and pointed around, "Will digging a basement to hide in be of any use?"
"You're just like asking, if a tsunami wave hits me, will it help if I dig a hole in the beach and hide in it?" Bai Zhen said, "Do you think it will help?"
"But aren't you digging too?"
"What can I do? We are small fish and shrimp. What else can we do if we don't dig a hole?" Bai Zhen shrugged. "You still want to go to heaven?"
"I'm planning to buy a house from your place," Wang Ning said, "Please keep an eye on it for me."
"The rural residential land cannot be sold because the formalities cannot be completed."
"It's fine to sell privately. I don't want the property certificate, I just want the right to use it. In the end, the property certificate will just be a piece of waste paper anyway." Wang Ning said, "I have to dig a hole too."
"Then it's better to dig deeper. If we live close to each other, we can still connect underground." Bai Zhen took out a soldering iron from under the coffee table. "Do you know how to dig trenches?"
Wang Ning sighed.
"What the hell is going on here? Why is the world ending all of a sudden? Can't it wait until I die before it comes?"
"Didn't everyone shout about the end of the world in 1999?" Bai Zhen took out a roll of solder from under the coffee table. "Accept reality. Real life is so illogical."
Although it is said that if the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up, ordinary people can always find living space in the cracks.
But Wang Ning and Bai Zhen already knew the ending in advance. They knew that this was an unavoidable disaster and no one could escape it.
"Prepare more supplies, including food, drinks and daily necessities," Bai Zhen said. "When society really stops functioning, it will be hard to find anything, and we may have to return to primitive life."
"Even if we prepare more supplies, how long can we last?" Wang Ning asked, "What about our next generation? What about your son and my son?"
"It has come to this, how can you still think so much? Are you still dreaming of a life where you can drink Wuliangye after get off work and wash your feet on weekends? Be prepared for hard work." Bai Zhen said, "No matter how hard life is, it's better than dying, right? Live one more day."
"No, no, this won't work." Wang Ning shook his head. "To use Mao's words, capitulationism won't work after all. You can survive the first day, but you won't survive the fifteenth day."
"When did he say that?"
"This won't work anyway. We have to keep the enemies out and eliminate them. This is the correct strategy." Wang Ning toughened his attitude.
"Do you know what kind of enemy we are dealing with? A giant eyeball as tall as a three or four-story building, with six long legs, able to cross the moat in three steps, invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, ruthless and merciless, killing people without blinking an eye." Bai Zhen even rhymed as he spoke, "Plane and tank are like paper in front of it. How can we fight such a thing?"
"How do you know it's invulnerable?"
"People in the future know they are invulnerable because they are all dead."
Wang Ning choked.
He also knew that future humans had failed.
The army was completely destroyed, with nothing left. This shows that there is an overwhelming gap in strength. In the face of such a huge gap, any preparation is futile.
Think of that huge black moon hanging overhead; that's despair.
How could humans possibly be able to resist such a huge force?
If this is not true, Wang Ning will never believe that there will be two moons in the future of mankind. This is unreasonable. If there really is a god in this world, Wang Ning really wants to talk to the gods. How can you be so unreasonable! We live happily and peacefully, how can a black moon suddenly appear one day!
"Just follow me and dig the pit. Dig early and deep, dig several dozen meters down, and carry forward the fine tradition of tunnel warfare." Bai Zhen said, "Do your best and leave the rest to fate."
"Can you get weapons or something?" Wang Ning asked, "For example, 120 ammunition."
"What are you thinking about? Where can I get the emergency services?" Bai Zhen rolled his eyes.
"This is a national gun ban. If there is no gun ban..."
"You can't get rocket launchers even if you don't ban guns. If you go to the Middle East and trade with the guerrillas, you might be able to get 107 rocket launchers." Bai Zhen said, "But you can't bring this thing in."
Although the two chatted idly, they never stopped working.
Wang Ning asked Xiao Zhu to find a Philips CRT monitor that was worthy of being displayed in a museum. The monitor had a huge butt and was placed on the coffee table.
BG4MSR did not find a usable LCD monitor. She said that after plugging in the power, the screen would not light up but only smoke. Only the two heavy CRT monitors might be useful, so Wang Ning and Bai Zhen instructed her to disassemble the monitor casings and place them outside in the sun.
There is high voltage inside the cathode ray tube display and it cannot be exposed to moisture, so the moisture must be removed before power is turned on.
"What else can we do besides messing with these electronic wastes?" Wang Ning straightened the monitor and clicked the buttons on it.
"That's all we have." Bai Zhen said helplessly.
When the Amateur Radio Emergency Communication Command was first established, they were full of ambition and vowed to contribute their part to saving all mankind. However, they spent the whole day in the garbage dump. As time went by, they became more and more aware of their limited abilities - what can two bald, hair-losing, middle-aged, fat uncles do?
Even though the end of the world is approaching day by day, they can only stay in the house and deal with electronic waste.
This is the tragedy of the little people.
The further they work, the more powerless they feel. At this time, Wang Ning and Bai Zhen can only put their hopes on external forces, hoping that someone can bring a turnaround, bring strong support, and bring a glimmer of hope.
"That idiot Lao Zhao...when will he be able to come back?"
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(Author's aside: I added a chapter to celebrate the new leader, so it counts as an extra chapter.)
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