Let the system try to save the world

This direction caused the thinking of the group of underage children to stagnate. Even if calculated based on sixteen years ago, the oldest of them was only two or three years old at that time. How could they have any clear memories?

If the head teacher was still conscious, he might be able to offer some constructive suggestions, but unfortunately he was now in a deep coma and unable to make any response.

"Sixteen years ago..." Shen Anzhi suddenly raised her head, "I remember you just said that there seemed to be such a day sixteen years ago!"

"Heavy fog." An older classmate in the class answered. He had a vague memory at that time. "If you hadn't mentioned it, I really wouldn't have remembered it."

"That was the first time I saw fog like that, so it left a deep impression on me." The classmate described, "I remember that day my father took me to play in the fog, and when I turned around, he disappeared. I was just a kid... I cried because of this."

"Is there something in common between that day and today..." Shen Anzhi frowned and pondered again, "What is the purpose of the white fog?"

"The teacher lost consciousness after walking into the white fog. We can't be sure now whether the last white fog caused anyone to lose consciousness." A group of people whispered to each other. Having a common direction of thinking seemed to dilute the anxious atmosphere in the air.

They couldn't confirm it, but Xitong could. He "looked" out the window, and even though he had lost his vision, he still remembered the classical and magnificent pavilions in the sky.

The other party first destroyed Xitong's vision, and then destroyed the Internet and all cameras, turning the main system into a real "blind man".

The person behind this is either very familiar with him or is very familiar with the system's methods.

Get the plot, scan it extensively, analyze it precisely, make a plan, and execute it perfectly without any ambiguity.

Xitong imagined a "person" in her mind, if there really was such a person.

Behind the scenes, he first forcibly merged the two world bubbles, disrupting the plot that the system valued most and forcibly messing up the world line.

Afterwards, like a python staring at its prey in the dark, he waited for this day with great care and intention, and destroyed Xitong's vision and all related abilities.

Xitong touched his chin. If his vision could never be restored, and he could not leave the school, then any intelligence and plans he analyzed and formulated would naturally not be sent out.

All is lost. Xitong snorted coldly, but smiled with some interest. After living in the sea of ​​laws for so many years, this is the first time that someone, or a team, has challenged the authority of the main system so openly.

The other party was very courageous and ambitious. Xitong knew it when she saw the small dream that imitated the sea of ​​laws.

The most urgent thing is to leave here quickly and use the human cub's brain. Let him do this kind of risky thing.

Xitong turned his thoughts back, stretched out his hand and put it against the glass, carefully feeling the white mist outside.

This is a mirage.

It is said in the "Guoyu" that "the small one is called clam, and the big one is called mirage. They are all shellfish, which are clams." The ancients believed that the atmospheric optical phenomenon such as mirage was formed by the exhalation of a large clam.

Xitong unceremoniously began to look through the archives of Xihe Base in his mind.

The long life cultivated in Xitong the good habit of "I want it all". When he hacked into the Internet, he downloaded the entire archive in one go.

The main system has enough space, both in terms of system space and memory space.

Xitong flipped back to the winter of sixteen years ago. From December of that year to February of the following year, there was no information left.

This was abnormal in itself. At other times, the Psychic Bureau would at least catch a vixen or exorcise a ghost. But they did nothing for the entire winter? This was impossible.

Xitong continued reading patiently, and unexpectedly, he found an invitation in the archives.

The invitation was not an electronic version; someone scanned it into the archive using a scanner.

"Mr. Chen:

Hello! I will hold my wedding on the morning of November 11, x year in the Gregorian calendar. I welcome you and your family to join me. I will prepare some drinks and look forward to your presence. I wish you a peaceful life!

Groom Lu He & Mo Jinglan cordially invite"

The yellowed invitation was written with a brush. The beautiful running script was written with great penetrating strokes. Xitong recognized the handwriting. It was Lu He's handwriting.

This is too strange.

Xitong had heard of the name Mo Jinglan, which was the name of Lu Jingming's biological father. It was very strange to put an invitation card in the archives, but the strangest point was not here.

Lu Jingming's birthday was December 12 of that year. He was born in Ningcheng Obstetrics and Gynecology Hospital. Xitong touched his chin with regret. If only there was still the Internet, he could check Lu Jingming's birth certificate.

The previous mantra had actually accidentally allowed him to ask for some useful information. Xitong smiled. Regardless of whether Lu Jingming was Lu He's biological son or not, he definitely could not be Mo Jinglan's biological son.

The occasional thigh cramps and back pain in the late pregnancy can be life-threatening. Add to that the possible uterine contractions and abdominal pain, and it would be impossible for Mo Jinglan to complete a grand wedding with Lu He a week before the birth.

Judging from the memory of several meetings with Lu He, Lu He regards feelings as very sacred. Regarding Xi Tong, whose identity is unknown, he even specifically mentioned the idea of ​​not beating his family. From various details, it can be seen that Xi Qihuang and Lu Jingming definitely hold a high position in his heart.

Lu He is not the kind of person who would consider himself unlucky and willing to be cuckolded. To make Lu He willing to marry him, Mo Jinglan is not a simple person either. At least he is not the resentful husband who dies in depression as described by Lu Jingming.

Lu Jingming, who was born sixteen years ago and whose biological father is unknown, the sudden appearance of severe smog in winter, and the Psychic Bureau that left no files at all.

It is absolutely impossible that there is no connection between these three things.

Xitong was already 80% sure that the person this group of people were looking for was probably Lu Jingming.

Now that we know the other party's purpose, it will be easy to deal with. Xitong pulled himself out of his thoughts, clapped his hands, and drew everyone's attention to himself, "Okay, friends, we are going to start fighting back."

"Fight back..." A group of students looked at Xitong in disbelief. "We can't even get the message out. What are we going to do?"

"Yes, there is no signal and no internet."

"Who told you that you can't send messages without the Internet?" Xi Tong smiled mysteriously, "Before the Internet, did all information rely on people and horses to transmit?"

"I see." Shen Anzhi pondered for a moment, then tapped his palm. "It was the telegraph. The telegraph was the earliest method of communication that used electricity. There was no Internet at that time."