As expected, the top spots were occupied by Mo Li's disappearance. Three days after the broadcast was suspended, the public's frustration began to darken, and various conspiracy theories surfaced.
#Informed sources revealed that Black Tower has secretly destroyed Mo Li#
#AI’s popularity makes decision-makers anxious#
#AI can’t escape the fate of being killed by words#
An Yu casually clicked on a few posts, and the overwhelming hostility and insults once again refreshed his understanding of the world.
"Don't read those on the Internet." Maddie took a small notebook and carefully recorded the temperature of the bread, and said with a smile: "I didn't have a particularly obvious feeling about this matter at first, but after reading the things on the Internet for a while, I couldn't help but become panicked and angry. Public opinion is just like a freak, it can be contagious and can eat people."
An Yu nodded and exited the page, "I was just taking a look."
He was different from Tracy McGrady. It was difficult for him to understand the anger of those people - in this world, it seemed that whether they were ordinary humans or lawful ones with supernatural powers, most people's emotions were very extreme and would easily slip from disgust to disgust. to fanaticism and vice versa.
He rarely has such strong emotions. Unless his deep consciousness is stimulated, in most cases, he is tame.
An Yu broke off another piece of bread, put it in his mouth, and chewed it patiently.
"What do you think of the taste?" Maddie looked up and asked: "I have tried it more than a dozen times. The current baking method can balance the flavors of rye and cinnamon to the greatest extent, and the taste is also the most tenacious."
An Yu nodded, "It's very good. Get ready to launch it."
He pulled the small blackboard next to him and wrote the introduction card for the new bread on it while thinking about it.
"Illusion of Ring Bread"
"Stretch the dough, twist it and stick it to form a Möbius strip. The rye is sour and bitter, the apple puree is sweet, the cinnamon is fragrant, mixed with multiple spices, and the fillings are interlaced and interspersed, creating a cycle of flavors."
"An ant can crawl over the entire surface of the ring without crossing the edge, so it keeps crawling without knowing the loop or the end."
"If you have to eat this bread for the rest of your life, please don't care about the taste of every bite - even if it is different from what you remember, just accept the illusion that this time has brewed."
Maddie said in a daze: "It seems to be different from the previous style. It's not so sad, and it's a bit inexplicably romantic."
An Yu raised his eyes calmly, "Romantic?"
"The romance of time." Tracy McGrady said, returning to his senses and smiling at An Yu, "It's just a feeling. I don't understand this. I'll post a preview now and it will go on sale over the weekend."
"Um."
It was already very late, so An Yu got up and packed some freshly baked ring bread, preparing to go back and give them to the superior to try.
Yan Xi was already waiting at the street corner. He walked out of the store with a huge bag of bread in his arms. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he suddenly heard the sound of people in the direction of the church in the distance.
Panic shouts filled half of the main city.
An Yu looked up. Under the night, the only floor-to-ceiling arch window on the top of the church tower was wide open, with the window screen half-covered from inside.
A man stands at the window.
The poet is still wearing a gorgeous shirt, with long sleeves fluttering gently in the wind. The pale crescent moon reflected quietly behind the church spire, also setting off the fragile figure.
Although they were far apart, An Yu could clearly see the desperate smile on the poet's face.
For a moment, he even thought they were looking at each other.
A message suddenly popped up on the terminal.
This was the first time Yan took the initiative to send a message to An Yu.
"The end of those sources of disaster is just an illusion. The ring of disaster will inevitably repeat itself."
"An Yu, we can't get out."
An Yu looked up in surprise, only to see a man taking a step forward with calm eyes high in the sky.
The figure drew an elegant free fall line high in the sky.
come down.
The author has something to say:
【Scrap book pages】32 Self-moved
Some people choose to die out of fear of being assimilated into the abyss.
But death is not salvation.
Will is——
Resist until assimilated.
I've always wanted to talk down everyone who thinks they're great.
Stop being self-motivated.
Chapter 70 Main City·70
"An Yu, Zhan Xin'an.
The Equality Zone is close to the North Pole and also close to the source of the disaster - the Yugg Snowfield. April is spring here, but the temperatures are still very low. The everlasting snow accumulates here. After looking at it for a long time, people will become numb to the wind and snow that symbolizes bad omen.
I have only been away from the main city for half a month, but the world is speeding towards chaos again in silence. Abnormal invasions in the Equality Zone are already frequent, and recently it has been even more frustrating. This is not a paradise. People with low genetic entropy have been short of supplies and defenses for a long time. Compared with the outside, the only difference seems to be that everyone lives together - but this also increases the risk of infection. Miss told me that as he got older, he often asked himself in the dead of night whether the equality zone was right or wrong.
I acquired the fourth aberration gene—Arctic Willow—two days ago, and I don’t know when I was infected. With only two to three centimeters above the ground, Arctic willow is the smallest tree in the world. I have yet to discover this genetic ability, it seems I am just more cold tolerant than I used to be…
It would be great if I could obtain a genotype that improves mental stability. Then it would be time for me to return to the main city and return to you.
——Jiang Xiao. "
In the white ward, An Yu sat in front of the hospital bed, swiping through the long picture with flying fonts on the terminal.
Taking photos and sending handwritten letters is a strange hobby of Jiang Xiao as a rich man.
An Yu frowned and typed: "You already have four abnormal genes?"
Jiang Xiao immediately replied: "Yes. I didn't expect the fourth time to come so soon."
An Yu noticed a hint of pride in his few words, but he still couldn't help but comment: "You are really weird."
Jiang Xiao automatically let go of the topic and continued to send a message: "The cleaning battle is not over yet. I have to log off. I heard that a lot of things have happened in the main city recently. The neurotic poet in the church committed suicide. I hope you will leave." Dangerous people stay away, although I'm sure you won't be affected."
An Yu pursed his lips at those lines of instructions.
Eyes sat on the hospital bed in front of him, looking out the window.
From the outside, the brain looks like a white tower similar to the black tower. The intensive care unit is on the upper floor, and the vast sky can be seen outward. The high-rise buildings in the main city are looming among the floating and curling clouds.
"The human world is very beautiful, isn't it." Yan said softly: "I can't forget beautiful things, so I have delusional thoughts, thinking that they can be retained and restored."
An Yu put away the terminal, "It seems that the brain's assessment is correct. You have indeed fallen into extreme pessimism."
He smiled with pale eyes and groped for the position of his legs.
Seven days ago, the poet's suicide shocked the main city, but he failed to commit suicide.
Zhu Tao, who had just sneaked out of the steeple and was about to go to the church to pray for the dead Slade, caught up with him at the last moment. The grape vines flew out, but unfortunately, they were not able to catch the rapidly falling body in time. The spine of the eye was violently hit. Although it was much better than being shattered to pieces, it did not avoid the bad luck of paralysis of the lower limbs.
During the past few days of rescue and treatment, the brain took the opportunity to conduct a precise examination of him - whether genetically, mentally, or physically, he was a normal human being.
Naturally, the higher-ups didn't know about his prophetic ability, and only regarded him as a magic stick with the talent of stirring up people's hearts.
Eye asked softly: "What happened to the lawful person who saved me?"
The little octopus man warned An Yu that he should learn to use the other party's guilt during negotiations.
An Yu stated in a flat tone: "Those who are at risk of spreading aberrations are prohibited from leaving the minaret, let alone using powers in the main city. Zhu Tao has violated the rules seriously and will be detained in the minaret for 14 days."
Although he eats popcorn and watches movies with Chief Feng in the solitary room every day, he has escaped the recent wave of missions and is extremely happy.
The poet lowered his eyes and said: "It's a pity. He paid the price in vain, but he didn't really help anyone."
An Yu didn't hear any guilt in his words, but instead there was a hint of coldness.
His eyes suddenly looked at him, "But I guess he didn't come to the church by chance that day. Dian reminded him, right?"
An Yu pursed his lips lightly.
Zhu Tao said that on the day of the accident, he and Dian were baking cakes together. Dian was a little uneasy. When he heard that he planned to sneak to the church the next day, he suddenly advised: "You should go now. It is better to pray sooner rather than later." .”
Then Noriya confessed everything - he received a message from Yan at noon that day, begging him to go to church, but their conversation broke up again on bad terms. After he came back, he had a bad premonition until he suddenly predicted that he was going to commit suicide while baking a cake.
Without waiting for An Yu's answer, he smiled knowingly, "Dian You and I have different ideas, so it would be unnecessary for him to save me."
An Yu was silent for a long time before speaking: "I only know that you can all see some future."
"Not only the future, but also the truth buried in the past. The knowledge of the world has never stopped pouring into my mind, and so does he. No, he is more favored than me. How long did it take for him to wake up? I know everything about everything. He can only see one ending, but he can see many, many..."
His eyes paused, and a hint of haze suddenly flashed through his gentle and peaceful eyes in the past, "But he obviously saw the same thing as me, the same direction of the world, but he was paranoid and refused to believe it! He always said that he could see There are many possibilities, and he may not be sure which one will become a reality in the end. He is willing to bet——"
An Yu interrupted him, "That's very reasonable."
"Unreasonable! The premise of betting is that you can see at least one good thing among ten thousand possibilities. But what he told me is that all possibilities are collapsing, and there is only one one. He can't see it clearly yet. .”
An Yu calmly stared at the madness in his eyes, "Since you can't see clearly yet, you should continue to wait."
The poet clenched his fist and hit his paralyzed leg hard. "There is no last possibility. He is deceiving himself and others! He is an ostrich who is cowardly and dare not expose the illusion of human self-rescue!"
An Yu watched him going crazy until he raised his fist again and reached out to catch it before falling.
Long-term strength training has finally accumulated some changes in this body. Although the arms are still slender, they can tighten the muscle lines when exerting force, and can also firmly resist the poet's resistance.
An Yu stared into the poet's eyes, "So, suicide is not an ostrich?"
There was a moment of dead silence in the ward.
The poet was stared at by him blankly, as if he could see his own paleness and collapse in those calm golden eyes.
After a long time, he relaxed his brows, lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "I am not an ostrich. I don't know the reason, but I can see that my death is a good thing for mankind."
An Yu frowned and remained silent.
Dian said that the poet can indeed see a lot of truth, but he is also very short-sighted.
Before setting off to visit, Dian stood in front of An Yu and smiled helplessly: "The judgment of the future cannot take into account any variables, just like the lottery ticket. His prediction was originally correct, but as long as you make up your mind at the last minute, you can't take into account any variables." If the bakery changes clothes, a series of butterfly effects will lead to prediction errors, and he cannot see this. I prompted you with the new winning numbers, but I did not expect that you would buy both bets, which would change the final outcome again. Lottery results - the universe is changing rapidly, and real prophets should not make conclusions early, but should wait and see from a bird's-eye view. An Yu, although I can't see everything for the time being, I am not anxious. Compared with the unpredictable future, , I prefer to believe in the eternal determination of mankind."
When An Yu came to his senses, the poet was staring blankly into his eyes. He immediately seized the opportunity to obtain the poet's memory.
But unexpectedly, a sharp pain suddenly exploded deep in his brain, and his consciousness was instantly ejected.
Eyes asked in shock: "What's wrong with you?"
