Lin Xian speculated.
From the mont the first Millennium Stake was driven in.
This world, this space-ti, beca the version he was familiar with.
As for dreaming about the Future World... Lin Xian thought it was highly likely.
The only way to verify it would be to enter a dream at midnight tonight.
His mind was chaotic right now.
From the broader perspective, he had figured out many truths about the Millennium Stakes:
1. The Millennium Stakes are indeed used to lock history; once history is locked, it triggers the corresponding Space-ti Law, causing Space-Ti Exclusion.
2. The Millennium Stakes are indeed "man-made." Although it’s unknown what kind of "person" could do this, space-ti particles won’t appear out of thin air, nor will they target soone for no reason.
3. The choice of the Millennium Stakes seems to follow a pattern, yet it doesn’t seem to matter who; at least from the space-ti particles’ trajectory just now, the primary target of the Millennium Stake wasn’t CC... it was him.
These three facts are all verified truths.
But beyond that.
There are three unanswered questions —
[1. Who exactly drove in the Millennium Stakes, and what was the purpose of doing so?]
[2. Where did the suddenly appearing space-ti particles co from? Why did they appear exactly at this mont?]
[3. If CC hadn’t pushed him away and that space-ti particle hit him, what would have happened?]
The first two questions, for the ti being, had no thoughts in his mind.
But the third question...
It was evident.
From the beginning, that space-ti particle was coming at him.
If hit by that space-ti particle, he would most likely have beco the human to dissipate at the Millennium Stake.
"So... it was CC who saved ."
Lin Xian clenched his fists:
"CC blocked the space-ti particle for and beca the Millennium Stake in my place."
He stopped walking.
Lifted his head, watching the moon slowly rise in the sky.
This was a closed loop in everything.
Everything is both a beginning and an end; it’s both a cause and an effect.
Even his travel back to 1952 was the sa.
Previously.
He and Liu Feng discussed the world line model, which in simple terms is like the structure of a big tree; one trunk can split into thousands, millions, even billions of branches... these are the various world lines of different space-ti curvatures.
Without a doubt.
[The space-ti and history before November 2, 1952, was this trunk spawning countless branches.]
Even if he didn’t travel back to 1952, it wouldn’t affect the developnt of space-ti toward a divergent direction.
Because...
He was just one of the billions of branches, just one of the billions of Lin Xians.
On these billions of world lines, as long as any Lin Xian travels back to 1952, the sa historical closed loop would be triggered, promoting the formation of the Millennium Stake and locking history from that mont.
The trunk only needs one.
As for the branches, it doesn’t matter how many break, wither, or disappear.
The detailed deduction can wait until he’s learned more truths and returned to the year 2234 to consider.
But now, Lin Xian had already made up his mind.
No matter who drove in the Millennium Stakes or what the purpose was...
He would uncover the truth!
Uproot everything!
Save all the Millennium Stake girls!
Boom...
With the last firework blooming in the Brooklyn night sky, the fireworks show finally ended after lasting more than ten minutes, and calm returned to the city.
The bustling noise of the city beca distinct again, with laughter and fighting sounds coming from the nearby alley:
"Little Johnny! Is stealing so little money today your way of getting yourself beaten to death?"
"Sorry, sir, today was really... ah!!"
The child’s scream caught Lin Xian’s attention.
He looked around.
Completely unsure of where he had wandered to.
This place... should be in the area between Brooklyn Heights and the slums.
It seed, everywhere in Brooklyn at night was tumultuous, with bullying everywhere.
He shoved his hands into his pockets.
His left hand felt the white square gift box in his coat pocket that contained the watch worth 20 US dollars.
It was a gift watch CC bought for him with her entire savings, not willing to spend those 20 US dollars for years.
He was reluctant to wear it, feeling that the watch was very heavy, heavier than his wrist could bear.
Tomorrow would be the start of daylight saving ti.
Mi Country’s daylight saving ti ends on the first Sunday of November.
This piece of knowledge... he would probably never forget.
anwhile.
The sound of the beating in the alley grew louder.
Apparently, a few adult n were beating a teenage boy, who was begging and screaming, very pitiful.
Normally, Lin Xian wouldn’t bother with such matters.
But he couldn’t help thinking...
CC had wandered the streets in past years.
Did anyone ever bully her?
Once the thought popped up, he couldn’t just ignore these things; nowadays, every child wandering in Brooklyn seed to carry CC’s shadow in his eyes.
He walked toward the dark alley from which the screams emanated.
Turning a corner, he saw three black n laughing and kicking at a boy on the ground who was huddling and begging for rcy.
The boy had yellow skin, black hair; his English was not very standard, with a noticeable Chinese accent, sounding awkward.
He was probably a Chinese descendant.
Lin Xian noticed that this boy called "Little Johnny" was dressed in tattered clothes, looking like rags; his mouth corner and arm had already been kicked into wounds, blood seeping out... yet he dared not resist at all, curling up like a hamster with dirty footprints all over his back.
"Sorry... sorry... sorry..."
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