Chapter 529 Interventionism

Yipinju,1102.

"Hey! You've been visiting for ten minutes... Do you want me to hold a lamp for you?

I knew you were here for a visit, but those who didn’t know thought you were here for a house inspection..."

Meng Lang finally couldn't help but said helplessly.

Hearing this, Gao Yuan, who was "visiting" carefully in the living room, stopped and looked slightly disappointed.

"How should I put it? The place you live in is... unexpectedly ordinary."

"What if?"

"I thought there would be all kinds of weird high-tech equipment hidden, or some weird biological specimens... Are you sure there are no secret passages here?"

Meng Lang couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Co-author: You think of me as Batman, right?

"You have watched too many movies... On the 11th floor, where can I go to build a secret passage for you? If you use an electric drill, the neighbors above and below dare to disturb people's phone calls..."

"Yeah...that's true."

Meng Lang pointed to the chair opposite. "Sit down, there's nothing to entertain you. How about some fruit?"

Gao Yuan glanced at the fruit plate on the living room table, which contained several apples.

Hmm...pyramid shape, an extremely standard equilateral triangle...

She had felt that something was not quite right since just now, but now she realized that although the furnishings in this room were ordinary, they seemed a bit too "neat"...

"Can't you tell, you still have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Her face looked a little strange.

"Uh...I'm not. As for why the room turned out like this, of course there are some other reasons..."

Xiaoyu has been reading a lot recently, and she tidies up the room every time before leaving. As a result, the style of the room in 1102 has gradually become closer to that of 1103...

"Oh~ Is this also a kind of self-disguise, just like you like history but there is no history book on the bookshelf?" Gao Yuan nodded and suddenly asked with a smile.

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"Ahem! That's almost it! You know, in our line of work, people can see through it at a glance, and it's necessary to hide your own preferences.

So if one day in the future you find that I am inconsistent or even have a personality conflict, don’t be surprised, this is all routine practice.”

Meng Lang gave Gao Yuan the vaccination seriously.

Gao Yuan did not hear the "implication" of Meng Lang's words, and looked up at the background wall behind Meng Lang.

There is a letter hanging on it and three photo frames.

The poem on the left is "Linjiang Fairy". The poem is good, but the characters are a bit ugly.

And the painting in the photo frame on the right looks like some kind of sci-fi style composite art photo...

"Yeah! A combination of Chinese and Western, a mix of traditional classics and futuristic fantasy.

The poems on the left are so heroic, but the paintings on the right are all sad and lonely...

I don't know if there is a conflict in personality, but at least your taste in decorating the room is quite conflicting."

"Uh...hehe..."

Meng Lang twitched the corner of his mouth.

I would like to be optimistic and positive, but the journey of life is full of bad news...

When the wind takes advantage of its strength, it flies high into the sky...

It's easy to say, but look at me after I broke off the line and rushed out of the earth.

Either die alone on the moon, or be buried on Mars by a super storm...

The ending is so miserable.

This time, instead of dying in a foreign land, I was cremated on the spot...

He raised his head and looked at the third photo frame he had just hung up yesterday.

In the photo frame was a new photo. On the ground were various strange-shaped mechanical remains, and in the sky were countless meteors and fire showers. The two were separated by a huge crack on the ground.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the gray sky and the rain of fire are extremely similar to the background of the cover of a book in the study...

The close-up view of this photo shows a somewhat blurry figure with white hair, looking up to the sky at the apocalyptic scene in front of him.

That back view, indescribable helplessness and desolation...

Looking at these three different life endings, Meng Lang had mixed feelings in his heart.

The previous two failed experiences of escaping from the earth seemed to have made the brothers avoid this roundabout strategy to save the country.

At least since "Braveheart", there has been no more "escape party".

Coupled with the "good news" coming from the frontal battlefield, he had the illusion that "I can fight back", which caused him to lose the last chance to leave the earth in this episode...

He has been thinking since yesterday that if he chose to invest massive resources in colonizing Mars from the beginning, he might be able to survive in the universe for a while longer.

In fact, after learning about the tragic situation of Little Broken Ball, he seriously considered the "escape route".

If you can't fight, just run away, that's not shabby!

For example, in the book "Braveheart", he changed his strategy midway and prepared to reach Mars because he had no hope of victory.

But until 2043, he had only built three Mars immigration ships, and the immigrant population was barely over 500.

If the scale is too small, the fault tolerance rate will be low.

Just like a candle in the wind, a sudden small storm can easily severely damage or even wipe out this remaining branch of humanity.

So even if you want to run away, just a small survival base is not enough!

Before the small broken ball breaks apart in 2063, building a Martian immigrant city with a population of at least one million may be able to truly continue the fire of civilization...

However, no matter how fast Wanwu Holdings develops, the total amount of resources it can mobilize is limited.

He has been playing "matryoshka" until today, and he has tried his best to be able to fight head-on with the Night Demons.

If too much energy is invested in colonizing Mars, it will inevitably slow down the development of the earth...

Not to mention that the Night Demon Tribe will take action in 2043. The main base is struggling to hold on. Do you still want to secretly open a branch base?

If you play a StarCraft game, you will know that even if you are evenly matched, if you double-open, there is a high probability that you will be taken away by the opponent!

Well... at least for now, betting on both ends and opening two lines is an extremely risky behavior.

And once you make up your mind to become an "escape party", it almost means giving up the vast majority of the population on the earth...

Countless old people, children... tens of billions of tragic casualties...

Making such a decision is undoubtedly extremely painful and difficult.

Even if he really makes up his mind, the real problem for the "fugitive faction" is actually the question of "who leaves and who stays".

If one thing is not handled well, it may turn from fleeing to rout.

For the sake of the few escape spots, even without the Night Demons taking action, humans will beat their own brains out...

After glancing at Gao Yuan, he hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.

"I know you have always been curious about us, but I want to tell you that the truth is often crueler than lies.

The closer to the truth, the more painful people tend to be.

Knowing too little may not be a happy thing."

Seeing Meng Lang's serious expression, Gao Yuan rolled her eyes helplessly.

"The problem is... than knowing too little, knowing half is more painful, right?"

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Intelligent AI that leads the entire world.

There are also various advanced technologies emerging one after another...

Outsiders may not have such deep feelings, but as the specific executor who coordinates the overall situation, Gao Yuan is already involved.

She understood better than anyone what kind of magical "being" Meng Lang was.

He is like a blind box, and the ultimate truth of the world may be hidden inside...

Now you tell her not to be curious about brother, is it possible?

"Well……"

Meng Lang was a little embarrassed.

Indeed, Gao Yuan joined the gang by herself. She knew she had a big secret, but she just didn't tell you what the secret was.

It does seem a bit untrue...

"Ahem!" He coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment, and then pointed to several picture frames on the wall.

"Look at these photos, what can you read in them?"

"Huh?" Gao Yuan looked confused.

Except that the composition is more clever and the artistic conception is more profound, it seems to be no different from those ordinary computer-generated photos.

But since Meng Lang said so, she naturally wouldn't think it was pointless.

Could it be that there are some secrets hidden in these paintings?
To be continued...