Crimson Hub Town.
In the monitoring room, in front of rows of protruding screen monitors, several people turned to look at the deputy mayor, Yao Tong.
The man kept a dark face, listening to the voice of the Shiqian Group coming from the screen.
–Deputy Mayor… do you… intend to do something?–
The deputy mayor’s hand, gripping the back of the chair, tightened fiercely.
Another employee in the chair said, –Boss, honestly, we hear all sorts of conspiracies and schemes almost every day here. Some of it is so filthy it’s unspeakable. If we tried to interfere with all of it, even if everyone in the world took this job, it still wouldn’t be enough to get everyone fired.–
–I know.– Yao Tong let out a long breath, quickly pulling his emotions back in check. –I’m just impressed by that kid, that’s all. I haven’t lost my mind yet.–
The few people in the room nodded. They were all afraid that Yao Tong might lose control and leak the secrets he had just heard in the short term, which would cause them very serious trouble.
……
Silver Hub Town.
In the observation room, several employees exchanged blank glances, then looked behind the chair—where there was nothing but floor tiles, a side table, and the brass typewriter on it.
No one was there tonight; everyone was out, busy and frantic.
–I know what you’re all thinking. Please remember the rules.–
The man at the far left turned his head and looked sternly at the others around him.
–But… that’s Yang Zicang, who just saved the Lost-Frequency Land.–
One person looked troubled and said, –I don’t know if, after contacting Yang Zicang, I’ll have enough time to tell him this news before being sent back to my original city.-
The man on the left lowered his voice and said,
–Don’t forget how much it cost us to get these seats. Do you really want to go back to that precarious life—and even drag everyone else into that miserable existence? I won’t let that kind of guy off.-
–Yeah, don’t get any ideas. There’s no way you’d succeed anyway—Hub Town’s reaction time is lightning fast.-
The group exchanged glances, nodded gloomily, then each turned back to their own screen.
Only one youth…
Sitting in the sixth chair, he clenched his fist, his whole body trembling slightly.
–He’s the hero who saved everyone…-
His heart was tormented, and he whispered softly.
–He risked his life without hesitation… under the very nose of that terrifying existence, desperately saving his fellow countrymen…-
Behind these people, on a table against the wall, a brass typewriter rested quietly.
As the youth struggled inwardly, the A key of the typewriter sank slightly.
–I… I…- He suddenly dropped his shoulders, let out a breath, and silently said to himself, –Forget it.-
The typewriter keys slowly bounced back to their original positions. At the same time, the F key gently tapped once, followed by the number 6.
……
That night, after checking on the unconscious Morri, Yang Zicang said goodbye to Boboli and went to pick up Lv Zhi, who had just finished his prosthetic surgery.
–Bring him along and come hang out.-
Boboli said as he opened the door.
–Almost three hours—let’s do it in a couple of days.-
–Even as a big star, you can’t stay in town a little longer?-
Yang Zicang let out a laugh. –I’ve got the right to enter the town directly, but that’s not really me.-
–Hahahaha.-
Boboli burst out laughing too.
Of course, he knew that among the countless people on the Lost Frequency Land who had labored for so long to build their fame, everyone had witnessed who ultimately became the big star.
–Come on, I’ll walk you out and grab some little cakes from Su Cuisu’s for you to take back to your shed friends.-
Thud—the wooden door closed.
When the sound of Boboli and Yang Zicang’s footsteps descending the stairs had faded away, the bearded man who had been lying asleep on the iron bed slowly opened his eyes.
–Big star?-
It seemed Yang Zicang had done something else in the past two days, Morri thought.
But he had no energy to wonder.
Thousands of years of experience had turned into something as unreal as a dream. Now, with his reason restored to reality, Morri’s mind was filled with Julia and that choice.
–Change, or not change?-
He felt the whole world had suddenly become a whirlpool of worries, and he was at its center.
–Will Yang Zicang lose Moxel, and will I join a new team? Why did the future me have to sacrifice myself to save him?-
After waiting for over ten minutes, he heard Boboli’s footsteps coming from outside the house, and the young man was even humming a tune.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and Boboli, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, immediately saw the man sitting by the bed, staring at him with a deep gaze.
–Ah, Brother Morri, you’re finally awake!-
Morri nodded.
Boboli was overjoyed and was about to notify Yang Zicang, but then Morri said, –Don’t tell anyone for now. I want to stay quiet for a few days.-
–Why?- The young man put down the pastries he had bought and walked into the room.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Morri’s face.
–Let me take a few days to slow down. I want to be alone and think something over.-
Boboli nodded.
–Then stay quiet. But don’t do anything stupid. If the future isn’t that bad, don’t bother changing it. After all, no matter how bad things get, nothing is more important than life.-
–Yeah, life is the most important.- Morri got up and walked to the window. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned his head: –You… you know the cost of changing the future through that phone call?-
–Yeah, while you were unconscious, we asked Lord Zhu Yin and Lady Mai Ya.-
Morri was taken aback. –Deputy Mayor Zhu Yin knows too? What do you mean, how long have I been asleep?-
–Over half a month.-
Morri showed a look of shock and lingering fear. –What! That long!-
He rushed over two steps and asked anxiously, –Yang Zicang… is he okay?-
Boboli chuckled and said, –Knowing that our finance guy took off on vacation without a word—guess it might’ve caused some trouble, huh? Hehe, don’t worry. Sure, there was serious danger the day before yesterday, but it’s all been safely resolved.-
–Danger? Oh, good.-
Danger… Have they already run into Shi Qian’s team? Morri’s heart grew uneasy.
–Did he meet any new friends? Anyone named…-
Morri swallowed the name –Chu Jun- just as it reached his lips.
–Mm-hmm, he did make some new acquaintances. But most of them started with a fight first. Let me count… probably at least ten or twenty.-
–Ten or twenty!-
Morri turned to look at the fifteen-or-sixteen-year-old boy, a few heads shorter than him.
–We not only made lots of new friends, but we also saved tons of people.-
–Huh? What exactly did you guys do?-
Could Shi Qian be the boss of some shed district?
Boboli chuckled inwardly—finally, he had managed to pull Morri’s attention away from the daze of that phone call.
–Let me tell you—we witnessed a war of gods, and we uncovered a top-secret about the origin of the Lost Frequency Land.-
–What? What did you do?-
Boboli raised his arm and shouted,
–That’s right! Our Piao Ming Group saved the world once!-
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