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Yan Lang looked at Zhang Xiaokui carefully with the help of Lele's perspective, engraving the face of the young trainer in his heart.The surroundings of the field of vision were filled with darkness, and at the end of the memory segment, Yan Lang exited the simulation, opened his eyes and stared at the cabin roof, and remained silent for a while.

"Yan Lang?" Qi Kuo stood at the door of the cabin, saw that Yan Lang didn't move, thought he was not feeling well, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"It's fine." Yan Lang took off his helmet, rubbed his eyes, and sat up with his arms propped up, "I'm fine."

Qi Kuo frowned, guessing that Yan Lang had seen something that made him sad in the simulation, he said, "Come out, there is soy milk with sugar added."

Yan Lang forced a smile, stood up and walked out of the simulation cabin, and looked up to see a brown lop-eared dog sitting not far away wagging its tail at him.

Qi Kuo handed him a cup of hot soybean milk, put his palm on the back of Yan Lang's neck, and repeatedly kneaded his shoulder and neck muscles with his fingers to help soothe his emotions.

Yan Lang took a sip of soy milk and said, "I saw Lele's trainer, he and Lele have a very good relationship."

"Zhang Xiaokui?" Qi Kuo said.

"Yes." Yan Lang held a soy milk paper cup in both hands and sat on a chair. "Around 08:30 in the morning, there was a terrorist attack. There was a black suitcase full of laser bombs."

"And someone was trying to detonate a bomb at the scene, Lele stepped on the trunk lid to stop the attack." Yan Lang looked at Springer, "Lele is a hero."

"Wow." As if responding to Yan Lang's compliment, the brown-eared dog barked, and its tail turned into a propeller.

"Any other attacks happened?" Qi Kuo was stunned for a moment, "Why did so many people choose to make terrorist attacks that day?"

"That's what I want to ask too." Yan Lang said, "Can you find out how many terrorist attacks occurred on June 2087, 6 on the Internet? I mean worldwide."

"Let me check." Qi Kuo opened the bracelet.

Yan Lang bent over and waved to the dog: "Lele, come here."

Springer staggered to Yan Lang's side, looked at Yan Lang with black eyes, sniffed the human fingertips with his nose, and sat down cheerfully after confirming that he was harmless, with a carefree appearance.

Will Lele miss Zhang Xiaokui?

Yan Lang stroked the dog's little head, maybe on a quiet night, Lele would dream of a young man whose face couldn't be seen holding it, and stuffed it with a piece of freeze-dried chicken.

“查到了。”祁阔说，他把数据整理成柱状图投射空中，“蓝色是2087年6月7、8、9、10、11日的全球恐怖袭击数据，红色是2086年那几天的数据，黑色标明的是全知神教徒通过媒体宣称为袭击负责的数据。”

The histogram rose significantly on June 6. There were more than 5 terrorist attacks worldwide, and the Omniscientists claimed to be responsible for two-thirds of the attacks.

"What's going on here?" Yan Lang stood beside Qi Kuo, staring at the obviously abnormal data on the light screen, "Is this day a carnival for the followers of the Omniscient God?"

"This shows one thing..." Yan Lang pondered for a moment, then said, "The attack at Yanning Airport was a mixture of premeditated and random results."

"What?" Qi Kuo didn't understand Yan Lang's reasoning.

"On that day, the Omniscientists created more than 2000 terrorist attacks around the world." Yan Lang said, "Whether it's a laser bomb or a virus burst, it's one in two thousand."

"You mean, this incident was premeditated, but it wasn't a targeted premeditation." Qi Kuo said.

"Those cultists may not know what is in the foam box that Carlos is carrying." Yan Lang said, "They just want to create a riot."

"Maybe Carlos didn't know that drugs could cause such a devastating effect." Yan Lang said, "He is a member of a cult. He only knows that drugs are very important anti-cancer agents, and destroying them can make others suffer."

"Wait, I found a forum." Qi Kuo clicked on a simple English webpage, browsed it quickly, and said, "The oracle of the omniscient God said that on June 2087, 6, the earth fell into barrenness, and God will guide you." Lost lamb."

"They call this day the Day of God's Descent." Qi Kuo said, "The more than 2000 terrorist attacks are gifts from believers to God. They call the people who were attacked and died lambs."

"...their god refers to the virus, and the oracle is quite right." Yan Lang said.

Qi Kuo gave him a squinting look, secretly wondering where this little bastard got the influence of his anti-human speech from time to time.

Yan Lang's character is like spring water, he can say what he thinks of, the water is colorless, and Yan Lang is not a holy father with a sense of justice.He sat back to his original position, took a notebook and copied down the data Qi Kuo found, and wrote down his own analysis.

There were more and more handwriting on the notebook, half a month passed by, Qi Kuo accurately calculated the amount of astatine and did three transmission experiments, Yan Lang repeatedly watched the memories and interview videos of the ten anchors, compared the details, and found ignoring clues.

Qi Kuo officially confirmed to Li Yan the date of implementation of the closing plan. On the last day, Qi Kuo put down his work and dragged Yan Lang out of the simulation room.

"You're leaving tomorrow." Qi Kuo said.

Yan Lang blinked: "Oh."

"You haven't told me what you want to do." Qi Kuo said, "Today is your last day in this timeline."

Hearing Qi Kuo's words, Yan Lang felt inexplicably unreal. He asked, "If I change the timeline, what will our current timeline become?"

"It became a fork in the road of time." Qi Kuo said, "Then it was smoothed by the torrent of time and disappeared, as if it had never happened."

"No one remembers the dungeon?" Yan Lang asked.

"I don't know." Qi Kuo said, "These are all inferences, and no one has verified them on the ground."

"What's your birthday?" Yan Lang asked.

"September [-]." Qi Kuo said, "Your birthday is October [-]."

"We were both born in autumn." Yan Lang said, "We just had a birthday together."

"Today is neither September [-] nor October [-]." Qi Kuo said.

"It's autumn now, that's enough." Yan Lang grabbed Qi Kuo's wrist, "Let's go to the cafeteria to borrow butter."

"Is there butter in the cafeteria?" Qi Kuo followed Yan Lang's footsteps.

"I saw they baked egg tarts two days ago, there should be ingredients." Yan Lang said, "Your name and mine are similar, we were both born in autumn, what a coincidence."

"Yes, what a coincidence." Qi Kuo said.

Qi Kuo and Yan Lang are five years old. They are neighbors. Qi Kuo's father and Yan Lang's father took the name together. Later, Qi Kuo's parents divorced and Yan Lang was born. Yan Lang's mother went to find Qi Kuo's mother. The people discussed and chose a name.The two children are only children, and their names are similar because the two parents hope that the two children will take care of each other like brothers in the future.

As a result, if they didn't pay attention, the two took care of each other and became a young couple.

The cafeteria actually has cream, Yan Lang baked a round cake embryo with the help of the cafeteria master, and decorated the cake with cream flowers by himself.

"What words should I write?" Yan Lang murmured in distress, holding a red cream gun and writing [Happy Birthday] crookedly.

"It's too ugly." Yan Lang put down the cream gun resignedly.

Qi Kuo thought it was good. He picked up a spoon and dug a mouthful of cake embryo and cream into his mouth.

"Is there anything you want?" Yan Lang asked.

"Yes." Qi Kuo was not hesitant like Yan Lang, what he wanted was very clear, he said, "Eat quickly, and I will tell you when I go back to the dormitory after eating."

Yan Lang cut the cake into eight portions and distributed them to the cafeteria master and a few familiar researchers. Even Li Yan got a cut corner.

The sweet cake eased the anxiety of the researchers. As the plan was approaching, they were like senior high school students before the college entrance examination, checking the parts and configuration of the shuttle over and over again for fear that the transmission would fail.

Qi Kuo followed Yan Lang, seeing that there were less and less cakes on the plate until it was empty, Qi Kuo said, "Let's go back to the dormitory."

Yan Lang was dragged into the dormitory by the anxious Qi Kuo without knowing why, the door was closed, and the plate in his left hand was knocked down by Qi Kuo casually, Yan Lang's back was pressed against the wall, Qi Kuo couldn't wait to kiss the outside and shake it to everyone The big wolfhound with tail, lips and teeth colliding, panting and high fever, this is his lover.

His Qi Kuo's lover.

A lover who is about to embark on a journey.

"Yan Lang." Qi Kuo's hand slipped into the hem of Yan Lang's clothes, "I want this, I want you."

Yan Lang's ears were red, and his cheeks were even redder. He was so dazzled by Qi Kuo's touch that he couldn't speak clearly: "I, I don't have a set."

"Don't worry..." Qi Kuo swallowed thirstily, he suppressed his eager ambition, and dragged Yan Lang staggeringly towards the bed, "Help me, I'm going crazy..."

Yan Lang was at a loss, and fell onto the bed following Qi Kuo's footsteps.The normally indifferent researcher raised his head and bit Yan Lang's collarbone, gnawing fiercely. He couldn't stretch his rational strings, and was extremely uncomfortable by the disorderly collision.The white sheets were wrinkled, fists protruding from his hands and stretched weakly, Qi Kuo was turned over by his waist, from his back to his stomach, his back touched the hot skin, the sky was spinning, the pillow was wet with tears, and his heart was beating rapidly , too exciting, so exciting that his mind couldn't fit other nouns except the word Yan Lang.

The overhead light was bright, Yan Lang could see Qi Kuo's expression clearly, his heart was filled with sweet and creamy admiration, he took Qi Kuo's hand and kissed it on his fingertips.Yan Lang couldn't figure out whether it was love at first sight or God had arranged it long ago. He was simple-minded and followed his intuition recklessly. Qi Kuo led him, so he trusted Qi Kuo.He lowered his head, and a gentle kiss fell on the white shoulder. Qi Kuo was pushed out with a weeping sound, Yan Lang comforted him while attacking the city.

After a lot of hard work, Yan Lang was exhausted enough, he arched into Qi Kuo's shoulder socket, and coquettishly: "Hot."

"Go take a shower." Qi Kuo said.

"I don't want to move." Yan Lang came up lazily, rubbing his sweat on Qi Kuo.

"Yan Lang." Qi Kuo looked up at the ceiling, "Don't think so much, just try to live."

"You have to trust me." Yan Lang said in a muffled voice, "Trusting me is enough."

Qi Kuo hugged Yan Lang's waist tightly, remained silent for a while, and said, "I'm afraid."