Han Shuang said, "There isn’t much else to discuss. We specifically ca back to ntion this situation just in case it causes any negative impact on the community."
Listening from the side, Chen He said, "I usually don’t have much to do, so from now on, let watch the monitors in the security room. If anything unusual happens, I can notify everyone imdiately."
Lin Fan smiled and said, "That’s good. You can study network repair knowledge while you watch the monitors. By the way, how has your recent learning been going?"
Hearing these words.
Chen He felt completely numbed.
Zhou Ting had told him before that the network wasn’t sothing we could repair and that it was better to not think about it and honestly focus on other tasks.
"I’ve been discussing it with Zhou Ting," Chen He said.
"Keep it up, I believe you can definitely succeed." Lin Fan cheered Zhou Ting on with a fist pump, absolutely confident.
Chen He felt an imnse pressure, looking towards Zhou Ting, who helplessly shrugged his shoulders, thinking that telling the truth wasn’t hard, saying he couldn’t do it wasn’t difficult at all.
...
...
Streets.
Huang City Public Library.
Revisiting the familiar place, effortlessly dealing with the zombies, this area had been cleared by him many tis before, so even if there were any left, there wouldn’t be many.
Looking at the library.
The bronze iron door was still as majestic, and the architecture was still as beautiful, only now the ground was unattended and cracks teed with exuberant wild grass.
He wanted to clear the wild grass away, and just as he bent down to pull it out, a gentle breeze blew, causing the grass to sway lightly. Seeing this scene.
He stopped his hand.
Quietly watching.
He almost heard the grass pleading in its humility, "Don’t, please don’t."
"Hope is just like you; no matter how harsh the environnt is, as long as there is faith, even if it’s in the crevices, there’s still a chance for life."
Lin Fan muttered to himself.
Standing up straight without pulling out the grass, he saw in it a Spirit, a Spirit that survivors in the apocalypse should have.
Stepping up the staircase.
He walked toward the inside of the library.
He ca here not because he had sothing to do, but because as he walked the streets, he found himself already arrived here.
Pushing the door open.
A musty scent of books hit him, a place where human civilization was passed down, but now, hardly anyone paid any mind to it.
"It’s really quiet."
He looked at the dust-laden table by the entrance, too long, too long since anyone had visited here, he might be the only person to have co to the library.
Looking at the sign indicating the book categories.
Searching.
He found the category he wanted to read, approached the shelves, and slowly began to look for the book he wanted.
After a while.
He took a book from the shelf.
"The Ti Reset Theory"
A book written by a foreign scholar.
He had discussed the concept of ti reversal with Qi Sheng on the roof, which Lin Fan had always kept in his mind, not ntioning it because even he found it implausible.
But even if it was unrealistic, he still pondered.
If it were possible to go back in ti, how wonderful that would be. Huang City might be restored, yet he also did not wish to experience that dreadful apocalypse again.
Holding the book, he walked toward the exit.
Signing out the book.
Paying a deposit.
Looking at the banknote that had been left under the weight of another book on the counter, he smiled; it was left there when Chen He borrowed a book and had not yet returned it.
Reading takes ti.
Rushing through a book isn’t really reading; it’s skimming, and in the end, you might even forget what was discussed in the book.
Nightti.
A desk lamp, a cup of tea.
Lin Fan flipped through "The Ti Reset Theory."
He wanted to delve deeper.
With his own knowledge and without the aid of external resources, it was hard to understand.
The first page.
"Have you ever felt that soone’s death seed too familiar to you? Reported on TV, many people rember, but you can’t find any related information on the internet..."
"Do you ever look at your watch and find that the second hand is stopped? You stare for a long ti, feeling like more than a second has passed before it starts moving again."
"Do you ever feel like familiar buildings around you suddenly beco strangers."
...
An interesting beginning.
He loved reading books, although mostly long epics like "Stark and His Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Girlfriends." But when it ca to pursuing sothing, he could patiently sit down and read seriously.
The night was deep, and the wind outside was blowing gently.
Lin Fan was still absorbed in the book, occasionally frowning, occasionally nodding, as if captivated by the knowledge within, and approving the argunts made.
During this ti, ngng woke up; he prepared her formula, fed her, put her back to sleep, and then continued to gently flip through the pages.
He wanted to know the truth, to understand how all this had co to be. Perhaps he could not do it with his own abilities, but upon finding a hopeful path, by slowly pursuing and seeking it, when he found the objective, he could give his confused heart a steadfast direction, and for that direction strive and chase.
Soaring through the ocean of theory.
Only the sound of pages turning could be heard intermittently.
He read slowly.
The sky outside transitioned gradually from the dark of night, slowly becoming brighter as light poured onto the earth, enveloping the city, chasing away darkness, and welcoming the light’s arrival.
The last page.
Lin Fan seed transfixed as he stared intently at the final sentence.
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