Chapter 11: Fraud
“These past two days busy with training, I almost forgot about the apocalypse.”
Perhaps because of the relaxed atmosphere created by Zhou Yu, or perhaps because becoming a part of a massive machine made it impossible to see the full picture, in short, these past two days Jiang Yang truly hadn’t thought about the apocalypse too many times.
But what must come will come. What must be faced must also be faced.
“You said there will be a cycle after the apocalypse, the world will return to ten days ago, and the dead people will come back too, all of that’s true, right?”
Zhou Yu’s emotions were low and tense, mixed with a thread of hope, like a terminally ill patient who knows their condition, asking the doctor about the truth of some news that could be their last hope.
Completely different from the optimism and relaxation of the previous few days, at this moment Zhou Yu seemed more like an ordinary person facing the apocalypse.
Jiang Yang sighed softly in his heart and said seriously, “It’s true.
In the next life, all the dead will return, the destroyed will be restored, and the world will still be that world.”
At this moment, a powerful determination surged in his heart: “There will be a time when I uncover the truth of this apocalypse, so our nation and civilization can continue.”
The thought lasted only an instant before Jiang Yang suddenly jolted, dissatisfied: “Hey, Zhou Yu, you’re going too far. At a time like this, no more psychological massage, okay?”
He suspected that this version of Zhou Yu was still a facade, meant to arouse his protective instincts and firm his determination.
Zhou Yu froze again, then spat: “Jiang Yang, that’s enough!”
Jiang Yang eyed her up and down suspiciously: “You psychology people are too scary. Who knows when you’ll fool me. No, I have to watch out for you.”
“Jiang Yang, you’re asking for it! You’ve pissed me off!”
Zhou Yu turned around, leaving Jiang Yang with her back.
……
The sun gradually slanted westward, the shadows of the trees on the ground gradually lengthened, and the mountain wind carried a bit of chill.
“Hey, let’s go, heading back!”
“Leaving already? Okay.”
Zhou Yu climbed up from the lying chair, her expression already back to normal.
Back at the base, Jiang Yang was led to a room over a hundred square meters in area, large enough to be called a hall.
The room was filled everywhere with dense, incomprehensible devices that Jiang Yang couldn’t understand. In the very center was a device like a lying chair, with a slightly large screen hanging above it.
Professor Lu Zhaoming smiled at Jiang Yang: “Come on, try it first.”
Jiang Yang lay down on the lying chair, and a crowd of staff in white coats bustled about connecting various pieces of equipment to his body.
Several needles were even inserted into Jiang Yang’s veins, and dark red blood flowed out through pipes, passed through a machine, and was transfused back into Jiang Yang’s body through another inlet.
“This is the full-system life monitoring device. It will monitor any changes in your body in real time.”
Professor Lu Zhaoming gave a brief introduction: “This screen is connected to the supercomputer in the base, Arctic 4.
Arctic 4 is connected to thousands of detectors, satellites, environmental monitoring devices, and this full-system life monitoring device inside and outside the base. It will automatically analyze if the data is abnormal, draw charts, and if there’s an anomaly, it will automatically display on this screen, like this.”
Professor Lu Zhaoming pressed a button, and the screen immediately displayed dense information.
“Deep Space 7 satellite observation data: normal
Tianhuo Deep Space Infrared Telescope observation data: normal
Daming Mountain Radio Telescope observation data: normal
Base background radiation level monitoring data: normal
Gemini Solar Probe observation data: normal
Near-Earth Asteroid Search System observation data: normal
Hongshan Patrol Telescope System observation data: normal
…..”
Jiang Yang knew that under the operation of this massive machine composed of at least hundreds of thousands of people, a sky-covering net had been set up, and Base No. 7 was the absolute core of this net.
He himself was the core of this core.
From this moment on, any anomaly within Earth or beyond would cause a ripple in this net and precisely transmit those anomalies to his eyes.
“Of course, the current observation data is all normal. No need to memorize it.”
Professor Lu Zhaoming detailed the various equipment in this room to Jiang Yang, informing him of the key points, and time reached evening.
Less than 4 hours until the apocalypse.
“Rest for a bit first.”
Leaving this place that could be called the heart of the base, Jiang Yang clearly sensed that as time approached, the atmosphere in the base had become solemnly tense to the point of being almost visible to the naked eye.
Every gaze directed at Jiang Yang was filled with complex emotions.
Including Zhou Yu’s.
“I really hope you’re a fraud, someone who used methods we haven’t figured out yet to fulfill those prophecies, then fooled us all.”
Zhou Yu sighed: “If you were really a fraud, that would be great.”
Jiang Yang suppressed his thoughts and smiled: “To fool a psychologist like you into circles, I’d be proud enough. It’s just a pity… tsk tsk.”
Jiang Yang shook his head, looking very regretful.
Zhou Yu was a bit tense: “What? What happened?”
Jiang Yang looked at Zhou Yu teasingly: “I didn’t fool you all the way.”
Zhou Yu paused, then flashed a charming smile: “How do you know you can’t fool me without trying?”
“Then, come on? Let me check the time. Hmm, over three hours left, enough to fool a few times.”
“Alright, alright, rest properly. We’ll be counting on you to live again in the next life. Sigh, I don’t know if I’ll die in this life, will the me in the next life still be me?”
Pondering this somewhat profound question, Zhou Yu muttered to herself, shaking her head as she closed the door to Jiang Yang’s room.
Jiang Yang restrained his smile and lay quietly on the bed.
The night was deep, yet he felt no sleepiness at all.
At 11 p.m., there was a knock at the door.
Meeting up with Zhou Yu, Jiang Yang returned once more to that spacious room like a hall.
He saw Sun Changhe’s figure again, as well as Gu Changshan, Lu Zhaoming, Tang Jianwei, and many others.
Besides these higher-ups, Jiang Yang also saw dozens of staff distributed in front of various pieces of equipment, eyes fixed tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.
“Comrade Jiang Yang, we’re counting on you.”
Sun Changhe’s hair on top was even sparser, his spirit still okay but clearly showing deep fatigue.
Jiang Yang nodded silently.
Gu Changshan said: “All equipment has been fully debugged, the network setup is complete. We can begin.”
“Good.”
Jiang Yang agreed, lay down on the “lying chair,” letting dozens of life monitoring instruments connect to his body, letting several needles pierce his veins.
