Chapter 3: Nation Representatives Arrive
After browsing the forum for a while, Jiang Yang turned off his mobile phone.
At this stage where two prophecies have been successively fulfilled, although the popularity of his prophecy post has surged dramatically, it is still limited only to the Wei Hu forum and has not yet “gone viral”.
It is unlikely to attract mainstream public opinion, let alone national attention, at this stage.
But that’s fine, just wait for the subsequent prophecies to gradually come true.
On the third day, around one in the afternoon.
Jiang Yang received another news push notification.
Sure enough, it was about that small earthquake.
With the appearance of this news, another wave of excitement surged in the Wei Hu forum. At the same time, Jiang Yang also observed discussion phenomena in other forums.
With three prophecies successively fulfilled, in this round of discussions, content like jokes and gossip has almost disappeared, and netizens have become much more serious.
There were even a large number of conspiracy theory posts appearing.
Jiang Yang still made no moves, just silently waiting.
The account that posted before also never logged in again.
On the fourth day, with the verification of the fourth prophecy, Jiang Yang suddenly noticed that discussions about these prophecies on the network had decreased significantly.
Not only in the Wei Hu forum, but also in other forums, short videos, etc., related content had drastically reduced.
Jiang Yang tried posting a related post from a bystander’s perspective, and within a minute, the post disappeared.
He let out a soft breath.
Clearly, these prophecy contents had already attracted attention from higher levels. Since that’s the case, it shouldn’t be too long now.
On the fourth day night, Jiang Yang came to the most high-end restaurant rumored in this city where he lived.
It was rumored that a tycoon once spent over a hundred thousand on a single meal here.
Looking at his savings, after spending money like water for several days in a row, there was about eighty thousand left.
“Should be enough for one meal.”
Jiang Yang muttered: “Maybe this is the last meal I’ll eat outside.”
He ordered seven or eight dishes that he had only seen online before and never in real life, feasted heartily, then went home to sleep.
Early on the fifth day, as soon as Jiang Yang walked out of the residential community intending to buy a cage of steamed buns to eat, an unremarkable-looking man approached him.
“Mr. Jiang Yang? Would it be convenient to come with us to talk?”
Jiang Yang’s heart stirred, and upon looking again, he vaguely sensed a fierce and valiant aura from this seemingly ordinary man.
Looking to the side, Jiang Yang saw dozens of people on the street, at small shop entrances, and at snack stall seats, subtly watching this place.
Raising his head, he saw faint flashes in the buildings on both sides of the street, seemingly deliberately making themselves visible.
Jiang Yang, proficient in shooting games, immediately had a guess in his mind.
“Seems like snipers? Are they intimidating me?”
Looking at the sky, there were dozens of small black dots hovering, with a faint buzzing sound audible.
Those were drones?
Unbeknownst to him, a dragnet had already been set up around him.
But facing this dragnet, Jiang Yang felt no tension in his heart; instead, he was slightly relieved.
“Now that’s professional.”
Looking at the utterly ordinary man in front of him, Jiang Yang smiled: “Convenient, very convenient. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Please.”
A car silently pulled up beside Jiang Yang. The door opened, Jiang Yang sat in the back seat, and the man sat down beside him.
He didn’t speak, and neither did Jiang Yang.
The small car sped along and finally arrived at a complex of buildings without any signs or plaques, surrounded entirely by tall walls.
Led by the ordinary man, they took an elevator down an unknown depth before finally arriving in a simply furnished room.
A few sofas, a few chairs, a bed, a desk, some appliances—nothing else.
Jiang Yang saw that in this room, whether walls or furniture edges, everything was wrapped in a layer of foam, and the floor was covered with a thick carpet.
On one side of the desk sat a stern-faced, tall middle-aged man. Seeing Jiang Yang enter, he stepped forward a few paces and extended his hand: “Comrade Jiang Yang, hello, I am Gu Changshan, the head of this base.”
After shaking hands, Gu Changshan gestured with his arm toward the chair opposite the desk: “Please sit.”
Jiang Yang could clearly feel that Gu Changshan was trying his best to appear friendly toward him. But he could equally clearly feel the deep vigilance behind that friendliness.
Jiang Yang had long anticipated this.
If it were him, facing someone who very likely possessed some method of predicting the future, with unknown identity—even possibly an alien lifeform—he would adopt the same attitude.
“We’ve presumptuously invited you here this time mainly to confirm some things with you. A while ago, someone posted a prophecy post on the Wei Hu forum…”
“I posted it. I made the prophecies.”
Jiang Yang directly interrupted Gu Changshan’s words, frankly confessing: “The purpose of my post was to get you to come find me.
That’s right, I can indeed be considered a transmigrator. Those events are all things I’ve personally experienced, and the apocalypse is real too.
My goal is very simple: to resolve the apocalypse.
I don’t want to die, I don’t want to see others die, and I certainly don’t want our nation or civilization to go extinct. But I’m just an ordinary person with no ability to resolve the apocalypse. My only hope is to cooperate with you.
I will tell you everything I know and fully cooperate with all your requests.”
Hearing Jiang Yang’s words, Gu Changshan was slightly stunned, then said: “Please go ahead.”
Jiang Yang raised his head and looked around the room’s setup.
Although he saw no surveillance equipment, even thinking with his butt, Jiang Yang knew this room must be hiding countless surveillance and listening devices.
Every word he said, every tiny action he made, and even in this process, every subtle bodily reaction—including blood pressure changes, heartbeat changes, endocrine changes, etc.—would be completely recorded and studied by countless people.
But he felt no panic in his heart, nor any fear.
Because his purpose was very simple.
“I don’t want to die, and I don’t want our civilization to be annihilated. That’s all.”
This thought flashed through his mind again, and Jiang Yang slowly said: “The story starts five days ago… Of course, that’s just for me. For you, it should be five days from now.
That night, I went to a football bar…”
He clearly and thoroughly recounted everything he had experienced and sensed, including after rebirth sensing the “time anchor point” and suspicions of entering a cycle, all of it.
