Now Lu Yuanming felt a strong sense of urgency in his heart.
He originally became a vegetative state, and then accidentally traveled to the future timeline of 2028, and then fell into this afterlife due to death.
During this process, although Lu Yuanming felt urgent in his heart, his urgent desire was to wake up his original body as soon as possible. After being able to obtain a stable source of white light particles, his urgency has faded a lot, because now he has He can control his original arm. As long as his soul continues to grow stronger, he will be able to wake up sooner or later.
At the same time, on this side of the world of dark matter, although there are still billions of human beings falling down in the future, they may become prey of those national forces because of their specialness, but they are all human beings, and He controls the only source of crops, so as long as he has power and is strong enough, it can be expected that the conflicts with these human forces will be resolved smoothly.
This is the same as if a country without nuclear weapons wants to manufacture nuclear weapons, it is destroying world peace and disrupting regional and even world order, while countries with nuclear weapons themselves are the cornerstone of world peace.
So Lu Yuanming gradually grew up in the organization. Even though the organization seemed chaotic due to too many new members and was very different from the unity of working people he expected, this still made Lu Yuanming feel a sense of urgency in his heart. Faced with various chaos within the organization, he also hopes to make changes slowly, in a way that does not harm anyone as much as possible, and to make subtle changes. After all, there is still a long time to come.
But now, if humans and human civilization only have the last three years left, then everything is different.
He had to do something... and he had to do it quickly, because three years really flew by in the blink of an eye.
But here comes the problem.
Lu Yuanming looked at the base that was beginning to take shape and the many white and black people wandering around the base. He couldn't think of what to do next.
This is the scariest thing.
I knew that the crisis was bound to come, and I could see when it would come, but I couldn't do anything.
"...If all the scientists in the material world come down, maybe we can discuss with them what to do next, but wouldn't it be impolite to think that others will die soon?" Lu Yuanming fell into it. In deep thought.
And in the material world, there are really people who are thinking about how to die.
A young man in his mid-twenties walked out of the fitness area. He was covered in sweat. He had just finished exercising and his face was a little red. Because his pale skin, which had not seen the sun for a long time, looked a little better under the red color.
The secret underground base in New York, and the deceased Tang Zhe'an.
Walking back from the fitness area to the residential area, Tang Zhe'an encountered at least ten teams of patrols along the way. These patrols were all soldiers with live ammunition. The meaning of their existence was not so much to protect the base, but to monitor themselves. All personnel in the base, including themselves, once given an order, they can kill anyone without any scruples, including themselves...
Tang Zhe'an had already confirmed a few years ago that it was impossible for him to escape from this base, at least not alive. From the moment he died ten years ago, it was impossible for the US government to let him appear alive in public view. Inside.
If it were in the past, he would have been controlled by the United States for his whole life. A single individual is like an ant to the size of the United States. If he wants to live, he will live, if he wants to die, he will die. Once his value is squeezed out, , then disappearing silently is worthy of him.
But things are different now. The world of great changes is about to begin, and he has the possibility to escape from the shackles, and he also has some kind of advantage!
After returning to his dormitory, Tang Zhe'an still behaved exactly as before. After exercising, he returned to the dormitory, played his favorite songs, drank a cup of strong tea, and then rested for a while before taking a shower. There was nothing unusual about his behavior.
After entering the bathroom, Tang Zhe'an turned on the shower head. The sound of water appeared in the bathroom, but Tang Zhe'an did not start taking a shower. He looked at himself in the mirror. At this moment, his expression was very weird, and one side of his face seemed to be... A twisted smile, but the face on the other side is serious and expectant.
"Finally, after nearly a year and a half, my spiritual consciousness was officially cut in half."
Tang Zhe'an murmured to himself in the mirror, his voice muffled by the sound of shower water.
He had half an hour. Since he started planning his escape, he had deliberately increased the shower time after each exercise. From less than ten minutes at the beginning, it had been normally and reasonably increased to half an hour now.
"It is not difficult to make myself schizophrenic. Because I have been under house arrest for a long time, my mental state has not been very good. But a simple schizophrenia alone cannot achieve the effect I want. What I need , is to completely split the 'I' named Tang Zhe'an into two people. Self-hypnosis alone cannot do this. Fortunately, dark matter is now available, and the adventure I took at that time was not in vain."
Tang Zhe'an looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes focused more on the other side of the twisted smile.
"Speak." Tang Zhe'an said in a low voice: "I know you can hear me. Today is when my plan is implemented. This body you have always wanted will be yours. Come on, say something."
Tang Zhe'an waited for a few more seconds, and then he said naturally: "It really makes me sad, little Tangtang, are you so eager to leave me?"
Tang Zhe'an's expression didn't change at all. He said, "This is part of the plan, and it's the only way we can get out of the cage. In the end...that's right, you pervert, I don't want to be with you for a second!"
"Xiao Tangtang, what you said really makes me sad. You must know that you created me, and in the following days, don't you still need me to anchor the material world for you? So..." Another personality said.
"So!?" Tang Zhe'an's voice rose twice. He stared at the distorted expression in the mirror and said, "Don't you dare try to get close to me. You are not the split personality I created. What on earth are you?" , I think you should know it well, and I give my body to you. This is your big opportunity. In the following fall faster and faster, you still have at least two years to take advantage of it. Two years. Years of time in the material world, I think you should be able to completely anchor yourself and recover from the madness, right? So don’t talk nonsense, you are probably ecstatic in your heart. Now, tell me the last question, how to become a spirit !”
Another personality made a sound that seemed to be crying but also seemed to be joyful: "You are so heartless, Xiao Tangtang, but it doesn't matter. I tolerate your heartlessness. As for how to become a spirit...haven't you already guessed it?"
Tang Zhe'an said thoughtfully: "Do you want to go up in order? I understand, then I will prepare to go down now."
Another personality said again: "Xiao Tangtang, since you have fulfilled your promise, I will not hesitate to give you another suggestion. The 'order' you choose should preferably be in line with your three views and path choices. Yes, this is actually the so-called matching degree. The higher the matching, the better you can reach the top and the greater the possibility of becoming a spirit. According to the thickness of human civilization, the entire human civilization should have a share of five spirits. , but the dimensionality reduction from top to bottom will cause a huge loss rate in this process. In the end, there may only be four spirits' shares, maybe three, maybe two or one. This is This is my final gift to you and our fate."
"……grateful."
Tang Zhe'an pondered for dozens of seconds. He finally made up his mind and said immediately: "Then... I'm going down."
After saying that, Tang Zhe'an closed his eyes, and another ten seconds passed. When he opened his eyes again, Tang Zhe'an in the mirror already had a twisted and ferocious smile on his face.
There was a trace of pain and ecstasy in this distorted and ferocious smile. He tried hard to adjust the distorted smile that was so exaggerated that it was not human. He took a deep breath, and then murmured in a low voice: "How many years, tens of thousands of years?" Years? Hundreds of thousands of years? Millions of years? Finally, I finally feel the taste of ordered matter... Are there still about two years left? Let's see how much I can absorb, ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha ha……"
On the other side, Tang Zhe'an stood up from the ground. He looked around and confirmed that he was lying in a dilapidated square, and the surrounding blocks and buildings were also dilapidated, like an abandoned battlefield.
"...I can also vaguely feel the material world, which allows me to avoid madness and disorder. Even if there is a little bit of madness and disorder, I can recover as long as there is enough time. I succeeded, hahaha, I succeeded!!"
Tang Zhe'an laughed happily. He finally relaxed himself completely at this moment. While laughing, he lay down on the ground, closing his eyes and feeling all this. Freedom. After ten years of house arrest, he was finally here. He was freed from the prison for a moment and got the freedom he wanted.
At that moment, he closed his eyes and enjoyed all this, and at the same time said in his mouth: "It's great, I'm finally out of the prison, the United States... the American imperialism!! Just wait for me, and I will definitely do well after I become a spirit. I will repay your grudges for the past ten years!! Now, let me enjoy this..."
Tang Zhe'an opened his eyes, and then he saw five white people standing nearby and watching him. All five white people were wearing uniforms, and the leader of the white people was holding a gun.
"?" Tang Zhe'an could no longer say the rest of his words.
The five white soldiers just looked at him expressionlessly.
"...Let's go, take me to the base." Tang Zhe'an sighed dejectedly. He stood up and followed with his head bowed obediently.
The leader of the five soldiers was named Charlie Luci. He and his four soldiers all looked at each other inexplicably.
By the way, why did this newcomer who just died from the material world know that they have a base right away?
