Chapter 30 Something's Wrong - Bonus chapter for Silver Alliance 37 Unparalleled in the World!

The old man in the mechanical swivel chair looked at the scene in disbelief. He glanced left at Jasker, then right at Angelica, and took a deep breath, "Unexpected."

The surprise on his face vanished in an instant, and he chuckled, "Wonderful, truly wonderful."

"I admit, children, I was indeed deceived by you this time. It seems that sometimes, people can't refuse to accept they're getting old."

"I am no longer young, able to see through everything, able to think of everything."

He leaned forward, wanting to push himself up with his arms—bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Lin Xian's instantaneous gun technique, four shots in a split second, accurately hit the old man's arm joints and his knees.

Liu Feng took a deep breath.

So, in 2024, whoever has a slight advantage, a slight lead, has a significant weight.

"You and Dai Leijun have both spoken to Ji Xinshui on the phone, and the voices are consistent. Moreover, your plan was so meticulous that time, and there were no flaws. You even took out real entangled spacetime particles as bait. I can't think of anything that went wrong."

Hidden in the river of history.

(1) Dai Leijun is indeed dead, but Ji Xinshui is not alone; it could be two people, or a group of people. So, even if one Ji Xinshui dies, it won't affect our overall future plan. Six hundred years, ah.

Isn't Ji Xinshui's weight enough to make the spacetime clock jump slightly? Bang!

Dai Lei himself wasn't very interested in the matter of time travel. Fear and the unknown were secondary; his biggest concern was.

If we consider the future that these geniuses are gazing at, the plans they are going to execute, they are all located hundreds of years in the future.

"Is there any change in the spacetime clock reading?"

Dai Lei was very puzzled. Bang!

Could there really be two Ji Xinshuis in this world?

There, in the very center, under the mechanical swivel chair.

Before today, Liu Feng had never truly heard Dai Leijun's voice. Even calculating from the present 2024 to 2624, the end of time, there are fully 600 years. Finally.

Could such an old man really hold on until waking up seven hundred years later, prolonging his life, and continuing to be lively and vigorous?

"Is it self-evident that the enemy can easily kill us, or is it a trap if our plan is slightly successful? That kind of logic is too strange."

Thinking of the keyword for swindling Jasker.

Dai Lei blinked, gazing at the waters of Lake Brienz flowing eastward, originating from a distant source.

So.

Dai Lei stepped forward, coldly eyeing the old man who had lost his limbs.

Angelica took it and looked at it, too: "There shouldn't be any mistake."

Of course, Dai Lei never took the appearances he saw at the club gatherings seriously. Copernicus was rummaging through the old man's clothes and took out a gold badge. Could such a thorough death be considered a fake death?

"So, does that mean we've confirmed that he is Ji Xinshui?"

"It's real. At least, I can't see any forgery, and it's the same as mine."

"This place doesn't have security, which is understandable. With someone as cautious as Liu Feng, how could Ji Xinshui let others know his hibernation place? I even suspect that if it really was your secretary and replacement who came today, Ji Xinshui might not let us leave alive."

In the Seventh Dream Realm, the mysterious old man, his appearance and voice were exactly the same as the Ji Xinshui who had just been killed.

"It's true; at least I can't see that it's a forgery, and it's the same as mine."

"That's clearly a lie I blurted out."

Furthermore, currently, there is no means in the world to avoid memory loss during hibernation. Perhaps in the future, hundreds of years from now, various technologies can make a young person live a few more decades. But how can we make an old man, whose body functions have all deteriorated, become lively and energetic again?

On the front of the badge was engraved the Genius Club's emblem, obviously proof of Genius Club membership and a key index for attending club gatherings. River.

If you really traveled back to the past and then couldn't return for various reasons, leaping to another world line, that would truly be an eternal regret. But there is also a lot of evidence supporting that this old man is indeed Ji Xinshui.

"Huh?"

"Hello? Are you in the lab?"

Dai Lei felt very incredulous.

"No change. It's still 0.0000168. Compared to the crazy jumping on July 1st, these two months have been too stable."

"So, there can't be any mistake. Approximately seventy years ago, I did meet Jasker, but I don't know what the two of them talked about."

Liu Feng suspected that future plastic surgery technology might indeed change someone's appearance, but could a person's voice also change?

But coming here today and hearing Ji Xinshui's voice for the first time, there was clearly a problem.

If we exclude the possibility of changing the voice along with plastic surgery, then the mysterious old man in the Seventh Dream Realm and the old man who died before his eyes must be different people.

Holding his doubts, Liu Feng dialed Lin Xian's number.

But the more he listened, the more real it felt!

If Ji Xinshui wants to hibernate for 200 years without losing his memory, he can only stabilize his memory by waking up for half a year every ten years.

The phone, with its signal restored, was as still as water, without a ripple, not a single message, not a single call.

Therefore.

Liu Feng held his breath. Obviously, it wouldn't.

He still wanted to know how much the spacetime clock value had changed on Dai Lei's side, how many world lines had jumped.

He pursed his lips, not saying it aloud.

Liu Feng truly realized at this moment.

This time, with Angelica and Copernicus surrounding and killing Ji Xinshui, Liu Feng had long prepared for a world line leap.

As expected, deep underground, there was no phone signal.

"I also didn't expect it."

Fake death.

"Cough, cough, ah—"

Afterward, the three left, returning to the castle above ground through the winding passage. A head exploding like a watermelon was not enough to vent the anger in their hearts or the pain of losing loved ones.

Lin Xian had noticed the buttons on both sides of the swivel chair early on.

"Wait, let's see what you find."

The most urgent thing was to find a way to prove definitively.

Unexpectedly.

"When I was little, I once saw him talking to Jasker. He wasn't that old at the time, but my memory for faces is very good, almost photographic. I can even remember facial details at a glance."

The old man staggered and fell back into the chair. His thin arms were directly blown off by the bullets, the upper half of the severed arm falling to the ground, spraying blood. His left knee exploded, and the upper half of his calf was twisted to the side.

The handgun that Jasker had given him had a huge caliber and was extremely lethal.

He had specifically instructed Lin Xian that once the spacetime clock value changed and the world line leaped, she should tell him immediately.

Had Ji Xinshui died, or had he not died?

The death of, instead of dying stiffly, clearly killed him, but still disgusted people, making them feel uncomfortable.

Ji Xinshui's existence completely disappeared, evaporating from history and the future.

The old man's physical condition before him was worse than Liu Feng had imagined, giving people a feeling of being on the verge of collapse, frail, and dying.

Currently, the existing evidence is enough to prove that the old man who died just now was the wicked Ji Xinshui.

Although he didn't know what the buttons were, with his many years of dream battle experience, he shouldn't give the enemy any chance.

Looking at the signal bars in the upper left corner of the phone, gradually changing from "no signal" to "full signal."

Liu Feng took out his phone and looked at the upper left corner. "Anyway, let's go back to the surface first."

He horizontally raised the large-caliber handgun, pressing it tightly against the old man's forehead.

The future plans of the Genius Club members, as well as their mutual battles, span hundreds of years.

"A foregone conclusion, perhaps?"

From this perspective, Liu Feng really doubted that this dying old man could bloom a second spring in his life in the future.

Living is the output, and a long life is the hard truth.

It was precisely because he doubted medicine and science that he found it too incredible. That would be equivalent to solving the hidden danger from the source. Whether the time-travel machine was built or not wouldn't be so important anymore.

That.

"Whether it's real or fake, you have to cut it open to know.

I originally had my substitute wear VR glasses in the office to play games, which also created a fake badge for him.

You can't tell the difference between real and fake without cutting it open."

Just as he had been merciful to the enemy when he killed Kevin Walker, he was cruel to himself. Giving the enemy a moment longer to speak was giving them a chance to turn the tables.

"I also believe your plans are perfect in every way, but..."

He silently recited the names of the deceased, pulling the trigger one by one. He said softly, "Facing the breeze of the prairie." Turn around.

One shot, one shot, and another shot.

He was already prepared for an explosion of missed calls, WeChat messages jumping wildly, and Dai Lei roaring madly.

The huge underground base only left the sound of blood dripping on the floor and the breathing of the three.

(3) Dai Leijun is not dead at all; they killed the wrong person. They just can't find absolute evidence.

Liu Feng shook his head.

Liu Feng walked to the castle's city wall, gazing into the distance.

As long as he could kill Ji Xinshui, even if the time-travel machine couldn't be built, Liu Feng wouldn't feel any regret.

Liu Feng closed the small refrigerator containing the entangled spacetime particles, hugging it in his arms. Because the main battlefield of this game is not in 2024, but in the distant future!

It wasn't that Liu Feng didn't trust medicine or science.

Now that he had personally avenged the enemies and the dead friends, he should be happy and joyful.

If he could really kill Ji Xinshui this time.

He always felt that something was wrong.

His voice was not his own either, altered by the system to sound like a simple and honest middle-aged man.

"I originally thought that your secretary would use this badge to verify your identity when he came to kill you, so I prepared very well. But perhaps I was really too confident, or Ji Xinshui at the time was still trusting you enough, so he didn't tell you about the gold badge."

On the swivel chair before him, the old man had already become a headless corpse. Liu Feng took out his phone.

Lying there was a corpse with broken limbs, a shattered head, and drained of blood. Although the blueprints for the time-travel machine had not been completely copied yet. But the problem was.

As for the voices outside the Genius Club. However

And if he forgot all his memories and woke up at one go 200 years later, could he really perfectly inherit his memories and not forget his original intentions with just memory notebooks and memory recordings? If it were any of the other Seven Deadly Sins, they wouldn't believe Liu Feng's nonsense.

Although this wasn't a suspicious point, he couldn't say that every battle in life had to be tortuous, suspicious, and repeatedly reversed.

Putting away his phone, Liu Feng looked at Copernicus, muttering.

In the future world, countless people had told Liu Feng that a person's memory was quite vast and came with emotions. Just a few memory notebooks and a few video recordings were not enough for a person to regain their former self.

That was because the members of the Genius Club were, in themselves, history. They had already integrated themselves into history, detached from the real world, and naturally wouldn't leave any trace.

Angelica seemed to see Dai Lei's concerns and patted him on the shoulder.

Those words were all made up at the time to deceive Jasker into confessing and accepting the death penalty.

Lin Xian was always online, like she was sleeping. Secondly.

Wrong.

As that old man died, everyone, everyone in this world, lost all clues to Ji Xinshui.

His death didn't mean to change much of humanity's future, but at least the spacetime curvature would change by 0.0000042, right?

"I've seen him."

Hanging up the phone.

There were footsteps on the other end of the phone, and Lin Xian said in a calm tone.

It was estimated that Lin Xian would roar again. This time, he hadn't been able to answer my call in time either.

Especially now that he and Ying Qun had a child and would be born next year, a broken family of eight was waiting for him to be a husband and a father. This was a great human scourge. It shouldn't be like this.

Bang!

He couldn't return.

You threw away the red-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose, took off the wig on her head, and looked with Liu Feng at the corpse with the exploded head before her eyes.

Since the spacetime curvature and the world line hadn't changed, there were only seven possibilities.

Liu Feng looked at the waters of Lake Brienz, gurgling eastward.

At least 600 years of time had flowed through these waters.

Those previously spoken words were like boomerangs, lingering in his ears.

So, that was the seventh point of suspicion. Plucking the strings of the future

Copernicus walked over from behind.

Four blood flowers exploded.

Liu Feng picked it up and looked at it carefully.

From the current point of view, although there were many points of suspicion.

That was completely following the virtual image. Whatever age his virtual image was set to, that was the tone of his voice. There was absolutely no reference value.

A game lasting 600 years, why care about the gains and losses of a few years or decades?

Everything was going so smoothly that it was almost too much.

(2) Dai Leijun's death was predetermined in the 0.0000168 world line because that world line belonged to Da Vinci's future. So, Dai Leijun's death sooner or later was the same. That was very contradictory.

That was like a river of history.

"Hmm?"

"I'm here."

Blood and brains were splattered everywhere. Even the back of the chair behind was scattered by the bullets, and the shattered skull was embedded in the parts, completely unable to piece together its original appearance. Angelica walked to the computer in the underground base and operated it.

He felt that this matter was really not simple. Now.

The sound difference was very large, and you could tell it was not the same person at all. He always felt something was wrong, and he swallowed.

Liu Feng frowned.

How to prove it?

"You will let your team take over this place, whether they can find some intelligence or absorb some of the technology inside. It's rare to come here, we can't go back empty-handed."

This made Liu Feng feel that the matter of time travel was very reliable.

The premise of everything was that the geniuses had to find a way to live to the future to complete the plan.

With that old man's physique, he might be done for in the first decade.