Chapter 1281: Chapter 3 Not Yet a Post_3
This reasoning brings another contradiction.
It is clearly the Millennium Stakes, yet it doesn’t possess the characteristics of the Millennium Stakes. What’s the reason for this?
Thinking it over.
Lin Xian squints his eyes.
Perhaps.
There’s only one possible answer—
[At present, CC is just an ordinary girl! She hasn’t formally beco the Millennium Stakes!]
Hiss…
This astonishing guess makes Lin Xian gasp in surprise.
A very bold idea.
Hard to believe.
But what if, the truth is really like this?
Essentially, aside from appearance, the Millennium Stakes girl has no accurate criteria for judgnt; the only thod is distinguishing through shared dream traits.
And now.
CC won’t have dreams like other Millennium Stakes, so theoretically, she shouldn’t turn into Blue Stardust to dissipate on her 20th birthday.
Unless…
Sothing happens during this period that causes her to change from a normal girl who should grow up normally into a rcilessly fated Millennium Stakes, beginning a hundreds-of-years-long staking mission.
“Then.”
“[What exactly is the catalyst that causes CC to beco the Millennium Stakes?]”
Lin Xian temporarily cannot figure it out.
He thought the fate of the Millennium Stakes, even of the first-generation Millennium Stakes, was determined at her birth.
But now it appears that the formation of the Millennium Stakes is not so-called fate, but [human actions], [behavior after birth].
“1952 this ti, certainly was the right choice to co.”
Lin Xian clenches his fist, feeling he’s grasped that elusive Black Hand…
It seems.
As long as he keeps a close watch on CC in the coming days, inseparable, he can witness her becoming the Millennium Stakes firsthand, understand the truth of it, and catch the mastermind.
The one who ties the bell must untie it.
If he can truly find the reason and instigator behind CC’s transformation into the Millennium Stakes… when returning to 2234, perhaps he can reverse the course and save Chu Anqing!
“Hmph.”
Lin Xian snorts coldly:
“Let see who the bastards are, creating Millennium Stakes, and for what purpose they are staking… Maybe, if quick enough, I can kill him in 1952, ending his Millennium Stakes plan ahead of ti.”
Suddenly, Lin Xian opens his eyes wide.
Touches the back of his head.
Not feasible…
He realizes that he can’t do it.
On the back of his head, the “kite string” connecting to the future space-ti of 2234 is still clearly perceivable, signifying the world line hasn’t shifted; his connection with the future remains and he can return at any ti.
However, if he rewrites history in 1952, breaching Space-Ti Elasticity… the world line would likely jump to another frequency.
This would cause his “kite string” to break, turning him into an era ghost, unable to return to the original space-ti forever.
Recalling the promise he made to Liu Feng:
“Rest assured, once I’m in 1952, I’ll definitely be a law-abiding citizen, won’t kill anyone, nor disclose any information to key historical figures.”
“I’ll honestly play the role of an observer, an NPC, a cara; my main objective is to gather information and intelligence, then use this intelligence… to complete the breakthrough in our current era.”
Alas.
Lin Xian sighs.
This is probably the helplessness of Space-Ti Travelers.
However, don’t be too definitive in speech.
Take one step at a ti.
Judging from the current situation, almost all known Space-ti Law seem completely invalid, so can the rules and guesses related to world line still guarantee stable operation?
Too many unknowns, can only act according to circumstances.
Anyway, for now.
Just always be by CC’s side.
Since she is not yet the Millennium Stakes now, then according to the established historical trajectory, she will certainly beco Millennium Stakes due to so [catalyst].
And what he can do now.
Is to wait for this catalyst to appear.
“Lin Xian, we have arrived.”
Ahead, CC suddenly stops.
Points to the greenbelt on the right hand side.
Lin Xian turns his head and looks along her arm…
At the end of two rows of boxwood shrubs stands an ancient, classically designed Christian church.
The church is not very large, but can comfortably accommodate over a hundred people for worship.
He raised his head, gazing at the cross atop the church.
Perhaps, the different architectural styles of churches hold significance; this church’s top decoration is quite different from the churches he saw in Donghai City.
However, he truly doesn’t understand Christian doctrine; he ca simply for a free al and didn’t care much beyond that.
Retracting his gaze.
Lin Xian turned left, looking at the dock below.
The church is situated in a relatively high area, requiring a few dozen ters of steps to reach the dock below.
It was early morning.
The workers at the dock had already started bustling about, and tourists were coming and going, boarding and disembarking ships, very lively.
Compared to the ragged dock workers, the people disembarking from rchant ships and cruises appeared exceptionally glamorous.
Most n wore neat and appropriate black overcoats, paired with black woolen hats, long scarves, giving an impression of a black-and-white film style to Lin Xian.
In contrast, the modern won’s clothing of the 1950s was extrely vibrant.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple—a variety of colors, all exceedingly bright, and so even overly so.
This is the feature of the era.
In Lin Xian’s ti, if any woman dared to wear such bright reds and greens, she would definitely be classified as “tacky,” but in this 1950s Mi Country era, this was “fashionable.”
“Stop looking, Lin Xian, let’s hurry to the church.”
CC grabbed Lin Xian’s arm and walked towards the right:
“Service is about to start, and it’s not permitted to be late.”
The two walked on the brick road, heading towards the church at the road’s end.
The small stones on the ground pricked Lin Xian’s feet painfully.
Hope…
For a mont, to receive the Lord’s rcy.
Walking to the end of the holly trees, Lin Xian saw outside the church already set up with large cauldrons and tents, thick corn chowder was being boiled, and nearby were very hard and thick-looking breads.
“Limited?”
Lin Xian was indeed feeling a bit dizzy from hunger.
“One portion per person,” CC replied.
“The amount seems a bit small…”
Lin Xian looked at the size of those breads; they didn’t seem very large:
“Shouldn’t be enough for these heavy labor workers to eat, right?”
CC nodded:
“But this way… can help more people not go hungry. After all, the funds donated by the congregants are also limited, and the priests hope to help as many people as possible.”
She scrutinized Lin Xian.
Indeed, very tall and strong; such a size surely shouldn’t leave one hungry.
“Don’t worry.”
She looked at Lin Xian:
“I’ll give you half of my bread later.”
“That’s too embarrassing. Forget it, just to fill the stomach a bit, I’ll find another way later…”
“It’s okay.”
CC interrupted Lin Xian, shaking her head:
“I can’t eat that much anyway, and judging by your appearance, you’ve been hungry for a while, so eat more.”
“I just hope you act a bit normally later, don’t embarrass yourself, and don’t cause trouble. You…how to say, you don’t look like a Christian but more like an Indian thief.”
“Why emphasize Indian?”
Lin Xian looked at CC:
“You should be thankful you’re living in this era. If it were a few decades later in Mi Country, saying that would get you arrested by the police.”
“I’m speaking the truth.”
CC tugged at Lin Xian’s short sleeve:
“Because you’re wearing animal skin clothing… I initially thought I was mistaken. But just now, upon touching, my goodness, your clothing is actually made of animal skin. It’s hard to imagine how much suffering you’ve endured before, not even having a decent piece of clothing.”
Lin Xian found it both amusing and exasperating.
The value of this otter suit would, in any era, undoubtedly count as a luxury item. Surprisingly, it was considered undesirable in this period:
“Do I really look very miserable, very poor?”
CC nodded:
“Very miserable, very poor, dressed in animal skins, wearing sothing so thin in such cold weather, without shoes… Even in Brooklyn’s slums, one couldn’t find soone more pitiable than you.”
“That’s good.”
Lin Xian smiled slightly, looking up at the Jehovah statue carved on the church wall and the Holy Mary pattern:
“Thanks to you, I’ve already thought of a way to freeload the Lord’s grace later.”
“What exactly are you going to do?” CC frowned, alert.
“Haha, just wait and see.”
Lin Xian bypassed CC, placing both hands on the double wooden doors.
Squeak—
Sunlight and Lin Xian entered the sacred church together…
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