After all, there’s no Easter after the apocalypse!
It’s precisely because of the abundance of baseless rumors that society has reached a point of "crying wolf" one too many tis, and anonymous whistleblowing clearly won’t work.
Even if you make a report under your real na, if you don’t have so social standing, you’ll probably just end up nursing grievances in a ntal hospital.
Haven’t you seen even world-renowned physicist Hawking received only a lukewarm response from society after his doomsday prophecy, with hardly anyone taking him seriously?
Why should anyone believe ng Lang?
Just because he has Alzheir’s?
"Extraordinary people can do extraordinary things!"
As the book says, the brother we’re talking about today is undoubtedly the first brave soul to eat the crab.
Even though ng Lang didn’t ntion the specifics of the "reporting process" in his book, one could imagine it.
To win the trust of national-level forces, it’s not only necessary to hold up your ID, allowing people to clearly see your na, place of origin, date of birth.
You also need the backing of Changqing Group’s top biological research institute and present various evidence and research reports, and perhaps with the "overclocking potion" as a foundation, there’s a slight possibility.
However, the truth has proven that once you put yourself in the spotlight, you either reach the summit or you take a bow...
"Ming Shen Star, huh..."
Didn’t know who killed the last few tis, but now I finally know the na of the killer.
The book makes it clear that this is an "exocots" discovered in 2035!
Such a distant object is utterly beyond humanity’s self-destructive reach, and it’s almost certain that Earth people are not the culprits.
At least... it’s not just Earth people!
ng Lang sighed in his heart.
Invaders aren’t the scariest, it’s the collaborationists that are truly frightening...
What a pity, I still didn’t survive past 2043 in this installnt, otherwise, I would have had the chance to see who the mastermind really is.
According to the principle that the beneficiary is the culprit, whoever lives to rule Earth, whether it’s a multi-legged ET or a conspirator of any skin color, certainly has sothing to do with this ss!
Such a pity! If only I could borrow another 500 years from heaven!
Even more pitiable is the fact that the backup plans I made seem to have been in vain.
That specially constructed underground shelter with a vacuum shielding layer, before it could even open for the apocalypse, I t an early demise, completely missing the opportunity to test the shielding effect!
But theoretically, the vacuum layer should absolutely block infrasound.
If I could just lie low for a week inside, waiting for the infrasound ripples on Earth’s surface to dissipate their energy, then I would be safe...
This thod might be a bit sneaky, but it effectively bypasses the "rabies virus" obstacle.
Even with the debuff of Alzheir’s disease lingering, at least I could "Live" to greet the apocalypse!
Well! Although the plan wasn’t executed, this brother’s experience and approach are worth promoting within the company.
Proving its effectiveness is only a matter of ti.
As for the second backup plan...
It’s not the first ti I’ve had soone ghostwrite for .
However, this "ghostwriting plan" obviously failed.
For so reason, the first-person perspective in "Cri and Punishnt" remains mine, not Xiao Yu’s.
Why is that?
It was definitely possible for Lin Haitang in the installnt "Late Justice."
The sister could write it, but the younger sister couldn’t?
We were born of the sa father; surely we’re closely related enough within three generations to rit a little favoritism?
What kind of setting is this?
ng Lang had this odd sense of déjà vu from third-rate novels, where the Divine Beast accepts the male protagonist as its master through a blood pact and only allows the female protagonist to touch it, being completely indifferent to others...
Could this book also be so finicky... only acknowledging the official couple?
That’s just too far-fetched!
"My life seems more inclined toward urban science fiction than urban fantasy; such a contrived reason can’t be the real issue. I’m afraid I’ve stumbled upon so kind of hidden setting in this book!
If only there were a user manual, that would be great, thumbs down!"
Frowning, ng Lang wrote three words on a blank page of his notebook: "Lin Haitang."
He tapped the pen tip and added three more words behind it: "the ghostwriter."
At face value, it ant soone who could ghostwrite one’s autobiography.
But on second thought, he found the term "the ghostwriter" a bit inelegant.
Look at others, their titles are things like "Sword Bearer," "Wall Gazer." The nas sound grandiose. As for ? It’s as if I’m straight out of a flop of a novel, a lowly hack writer?
I’m a graduate of a Chinese literature departnt; isn’t this a disgrace to my alma mater?
He crossed out the words "the ghostwriter" and solemnly wrote another three words.
"The Penholder"!
Yeah! The coolness factor just soared, ng Lang nodded with so satisfaction.
But why is it okay for the elder sister, and not for the younger sister? Further verification is needed.
He already had a whole set of experint procedures planned in his mind.
For example, having Lin Haitang try again on her own, having the sisters try together, then finding so other trustworthy people to give it another go...
It’s just a "controlled experint"!
Even if it’s a dumbed-down, straightforward approach, I’m going to figure out this book’s true nature!
ng Lang looked again at the technical appendix of this round.
"Research on Dominant Gene Sequences of the Rabies Virus and the Manufacturing thod of an Improved Vaccine"
ng Lang quickly skimd through the technical docunt.
With his current level, it was all Greek to him, containing a lot of clinical treatnt data.
However, the key to this docunt was that it provided a safer and more reliable improved vaccine, which could be a cash cow.
As usual, he printed it out and filed it away.
Right now, he couldn’t see the use of these technologies, but for future "selves", it would be a step-by-step accumulation of technology.
ng Lang opened his computer again and brought up a docunt full of code.
According to the book, after the "neural system model" was "open-sourced," and with the developnt and improvent of top technical experts globally, it must have beco even more perfect.
He wanted to experint to see if he could reap even more benefits...
Looking at the lines of code in front of him, he tried to clear his mind.
Sure enough, before long, a series of more elegant and concise "core codes" naturally erged in his mind.
A smirk appeared on ng Lang’s lips, I indeed hadn’t been slacking off!
His fingers started moving involuntarily, beginning to delete and then update with the more perfect core code.
In comparison, what he had written before could only be described as "crude".
Indeed, only through exchange can scientific progress be promoted—the potential of "open source" knows no bounds.
He planned to continue striving in his future life, his online artist na was already decided—it would be "Open Source Emperor ng Changjun"!
Nobody can stop from open-sourcing!
"It’s just that... before I’ve finished coding the last model, the next update has arrived. My hands can’t keep up with the speed of my thoughts’ evolution...
Living day by day, how did I end up living the life of a programr?" ng Lang felt a bit depressed.
"It seems I need to find a way to rid myself of this 996 ’blessing’ as soon as possible..."
Laziness is the true driving force behind human civilization’s progress...
...
After busying himself earnestly all afternoon, ng Lang tidied up and left the house.
He hadn’t forgotten that he had an appointnt to et Mr. Duan tonight.
Just as he reached the entrance of the residential complex, he saw a crowd gathered by the roadside, including two police officers in their midst.
ng Lang, curious, walked over. Before he could get close, he saw a woman in the crowd sitting on the ground wailing loudly, her face sared with makeup that was already cried off.
"Damn dog thief! In broad daylight! Kidnapping my baby right outside my door, oh my miserable baby, my sweetheart~ wuu wuu wuu..."
"Officer, you must catch those dog thieves. This is a high-end community, and they dare to commit cri right at our front door. Such brazen criminals are utterly lawless!!"
ng Lang chuckled when he saw who it was. Isn’t that Director Zhang and his wife?
And by the sounds of it, their dog has been snatched?
Who’s so righteous, undertaking a communal service by solving this problem for the residents?
ng Lang couldn’t help but think of that man with a face full of at.
Hmm... It’s very likely his doing.
True to his nature, he sought revenge in just one night!
But...
When ng Lang thought of Cheng Biao, who he had only t once, he was reminded of the description in "Cri and Punishnt."
While the other party could be considered passionate and ready to fight for his brothers...
A regular passerby definitely wouldn’t be worth wasting his ink on.
There seed to be so mysteries surrounding Cheng Biao.
For instance, he definitely didn’t know Cheng Biao before, but why did he feel "sympathy and guilt" towards him—a strange emotion?
"So, it was him? It turned out to be him! It could actually be him!"
What’s with him, it’s him, yes him, is he Little Nezha?
At least finish your sentence clearly!
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