Chapter 409 Tragedy
I realize the seriousness of the current situation.
First of all, I was seriously injured by a human brat and almost disappeared. According to the current self-correction speed, it will take 159 years to barely repair myself.
Secondly, I noticed that because of the explosion, many things in my laboratory were ejected to this remote and desolate planet, including my collection, a frozen Izel alien.
Although it is just a frozen piece now, I can't be sure when it will suddenly wake up. I admit that this is indeed a big trouble. Considering the speed of infection spread of the alien node, this means that this remote planet may fall into a biological extinction crisis at any time.
The frozen object wasn't the only thing that got ejected. The explosion also ejected some of my other potentially hazardous items.
Once again, I have a very important piece of thought in that brat's mind. If the black box really does something, it will be a real disaster that even the Izel alien will have to step back.
After analyzing the current situation, I assigned Yan Zhen the next stage of the task - which is to recover my lost collections.
Yan Zhen did not object, but naturally, he asked me what collections I had lost. Considering that our cooperation needs to be based on trust, it would be dangerous for me to reveal some of the lost collections to him.
"Danger?" Yan Zhen glared at me.
At this moment, in Yan Zhen's mental theater, I looked like his real father, Yan An. Logically, he should have shown his obedience to me as his "father" as before. But now, he just stared at me with sharp eyes, which was completely different from the childish look before.
I suddenly had a feeling that if I didn't handle it well, the trust we had just built in the past two days would be destroyed.
So I pointed out the key point, these dangers are controllable, as long as you trust me, you can control everything...
"We need to recycle dangerous alien items to maintain world peace, right?" Yan Zhen once again showed a childish smile that suited his age, and the sharp look just now seemed to be just an illusion.
He always alternates between a lively and lovely child's smile and a calm and sharp look. I'm not sure which one is his true self. In any case, he now knows that our cooperation is important for the safety and peace of this planet.
"I understand. I will inquire and collect information during this time." Yan Zhen said, "If I find anything, I will tell you."
【very good.】
"Can you please not become like my father?"
【I think this look can effectively promote our communication. 】
"Tsk tsk." Yan Zhen walked a few steps in the theater in his mind and said to himself, "This must be in my mind."
This is obvious nonsense, and I am not denying it.
A soft sofa appeared behind him, and he sat on it contentedly. "That means I can imagine anything in my mind."
Smart brat.
As expected, he looked at me and said, "Change for me!!"
My exterior was covered with a layer of fantasy gelatin, and countless translucent tentacles spread all over my body. He was trying to turn me into an octopus that fits his imagination. But unfortunately, this kind of forced imagination in my brain is useless to me, a top-level high-dimensional creature. I shook off the gelatin on my body, crushed his mental theater with a giant three times the height of Yan An, and ordered him with a high-decibel roar, now, immediately, go to sleep!
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A few days passed peacefully afterwards. Yan Zhen followed my instructions and used the advantages of local resources to collect intelligence from classmates at school and netizens.
The main direction of intelligence is anomalies in social life.
At the beginning, there were many weird things that happened to the local people themselves, but soon I got some really useful information.
This anomaly came from Yan Zhen’s school.
A classmate posted a thread on a local forum titled "The electric pole in front of our school has moved!" The poster also attached two comparison photos.
The student who took the photo lives opposite the school. He took two photos in front of the window these few nights when he was . The big slogan written on the teaching building behind the roadside wall reads: "Education is the foundation of a century-long plan". In the first photo, the electric pole on the roadside is located on the left side of the word "year", and in the second photo, the electric pole is located in the middle of the word "big". The comparison between the before and after looks like the electric pole has moved.
The post did not attract much attention, with only three replies. The first one replied: "Haha funny." The second one replied: "Different angles, of course the positions are different."
The third reply was from the original poster, who angrily stated that he had not moved the camera at all.
After Yan Zhen passed this information to me, I quickly investigated Yan Zhen's school, No. 4 Middle School, and soon came to a conclusion. This is valid information.
I said to Yan Zhen: [It’s not the telephone pole that’s moving.]
"Oh, so his photo is fake."
【It’s your school on the move. 】
“……” Yan Zhen widened his eyes.
[Your school is moving along this street.] I said, [The current moving speed is 25cm per day.]
“Why is my school moving??”
[Yes. Now I need you to do something.] I assigned a task to Yan Zhen.
After Yan Zhen heard the task I assigned him, he did not agree immediately, but instead made a request. He thought that if this task was discovered, it would bring him reputational damage, so he asked me to give him security.
[You took my knife, there won't be any safety risks. ]
Yan Zhen rolled his eyes and agreed.
When night came, this kid really gave me a surprise.
He pulled his good friend Liu Xingquan over.
Facing my question, "Liu Xingquan is my best friend." Yan Zhen answered confidently: "The knife is with Liu Xingquan. Liu Xingquan is my knife."
Although Liu Xingquan looked a little confused, he showed complete trust in Yan Zhen.
Whenever I think back to this time, I should have realized that Yan Zhen was able to skillfully hide his true thoughts when interacting with me. Liu Xingquan's unexpected appearance was proof of this. But I was so arrogant that I still ignored this.
Next, we started to work.
I gave hints to all the security guards and teachers who stayed in the Fourth Middle School that night, asking them to sleep in the dormitory, and adjusted all the surveillance cameras.
Next, even if Yan Zhen sets fire to the school, no one will notice.
By the way, I certainly wouldn't let Yan Zhen set fire to the school.
What Yan Zhen and Liu Xingquan did was to change the signs of all the classrooms.
Specifically, the class signs of the six first-year classes that were originally on the third floor of Teaching Building No. 2 were all moved to the first floor, and the class signs of the six second-year classes on the fourth floor were all moved to the second floor. The class signs of other grades were not left out either.
Yan Zhen was right to call Liu Xingquan over, as he alone could not accomplish these tasks in a short period of time.
They took down 38 class signs, nine grade teacher office signs, and signs from various school departments and relocated them.
I don't know if it was my illusion, but Yan Zhen and Liu Xingquan seemed quite excited when they were doing these things. This class sign replacement operation lasted for more than two hours.
Finally, they arrived at the door of the principal's office. When Liu Xingquan took down the sign of the principal's office, he finally showed a bit of the attitude that a normal student should have: "We will be expelled for doing this."
"This is to save the school." Yan Zhen said, but he suffered retribution as soon as he finished speaking.
Principal Wu suddenly appeared. The principal, who suddenly appeared at school at night because he remembered that he had left a document in his office, looked at Yan Zhen and Liu Xingquan gloomily and shouted, "What are you two doing!!"
These two guys looked like they couldn't wait to jump off the building and run away.
Just before Principal Wu was about to unleash his wrath of thunder and lightning, I got into his mind and launched a fierce mental attack on him. The poor principal fell to the ground unconscious on the spot.
Yan Zhen asked me worriedly if anything would happen to the principal.
I told him that when Principal Wu wakes up he will just think he was dreaming and asked him not to worry about it.
After everything was settled, Yan Zhen and Liu Xingquan evacuated the scene.
The next day, when Yan Zhen and Liu Xingquan arrived at school, they unexpectedly found that all the class signs had returned to their original state. It was as if nothing had happened to the prank he and Liu Xingquan had played last night.
"I'm starting to wonder if I was dreaming last night." Yan Zhen said to me, "Did Liu Xingquan and I do it for nothing?"
[No, your behavior confirms my conjecture.] I said, I can confirm that the smart clay in my laboratory was ejected to the Fourth Middle School. During the ejection process, they turned into extremely fine particles and merged with the Fourth Middle School.
"What does this mean?"
[The Fourth Middle School now has its own consciousness.] I said, [Class division is a kind of self-attribute recognition. You disrupted the order of each class on a large scale last night. After a night of self-correction, it returned to its original state.]
"..." Yan Zhen said, "Are you saying that my school is alive?"
【If you think inorganic matter can also have life. 】
"..." Yan Zhen said, "So why does it move?"
[I can't confirm it now.] I said, because my thought sequence is incomplete thanks to someone (emphasis), I can't communicate with this school now, and I can't understand why it is moving forward along the street. It is certain that it will move faster later.
"If this continues, by the time we are in the third grade, the Fourth Middle School will run away from our city!" Yan Zhen said, "This is not okay!!"
【Um?】
"The high school entrance exam in the neighboring province is too difficult!" Yan Zhen emphasized.
I don't want to bother with the boy's further education. But the Fourth Middle School did gain consciousness because of the collection that exploded in my laboratory, and I am the only one who can clean up the situation (I don't want the Eye of Supervision or the Security Committee to interfere).
There is no action without reason, the Fourth Middle School must have its reasons for moving. Fortunately, the school is moving very slowly, and no one has noticed it yet.
I started collecting all kinds of municipal planning information in the area. The local people did a pretty good job of classifying the files. After just one day of careful analysis, I got the results.
Opposite the No. 4 Middle School at the end of the street, there is an old theater that was built at the same time as the No. 4 Middle School. This old theater was once transformed into a cultural center. With the development of the times, it became a privately-run amusement park more than ten years ago and has closed down due to poor management. Today, the storefront downstairs is rented out as a cheap furniture mall.
The latest news is that this old theater is about to be demolished, and the real estate developer will build a more design-conscious commercial building on the original site.
That night I asked Yan Zhen to write a moving article titled "The Old Theater in My Memory." From his perspective, he recalled the fond memories of his childhood and the old theater amusement hall.
After posting it online, Yan Zhen mobilized his friends and netizens to forward and reply to it. I created a large number of robot water army to stir up trouble online, and spread the news that the old theater was about to be demolished. After that, I quickly dug up some dirty laundry on the real estate developer, and then used the robot water army to spread it to everyone in the city. Countless citizens questioned why such a building with historical value should be demolished?
On the third day, the much-discussed demolition of the old theater finally received a response. The relevant departments announced that the demolition would be suspended and that they would investigate possible violations of discipline by the relevant companies.
That night, the Fourth Middle School stopped advancing.
"It turns out that it wanted to see an old friend that was about to be demolished." Yan Zhen said.
The old theater and the Fourth Middle School were built at the same time. For nearly a hundred years, the two buildings have been facing each other from a distance. Is it because they were built at the same time? I can't confirm it. It is also possible that they used the same building materials. The Fourth Middle School felt the crisis and instinctively moved to the building built at the same time to solve the crisis.
Now there is one remaining problem.
Principal Wu has been claiming illness and has not come to school since the mental shock I caused him last time.
I sneaked into his brain at night. I regretfully discovered that due to the severe damage to my thought sequence function, I was unable to control the intensity of my mental attack. Almost all the hair follicles on his head were destroyed.
Principal Wu looked in the mirror, holding his head and wailing.
For this, I made some compensation. I can't restore the hair follicles that were destroyed by my loss of control, but I repaired a suspicious shadow in his body that might worsen. If nothing unexpected happens, Principal Wu should be able to die of old age.
I decided not to tell Yan Zhen about this tragic incident.
