As Yang Song nodded, the bodyguards disappeared from Yang Song's sight. Zhang Fusheng smiled and said: "Then there are routine inquiries. I hope you don't get bored. I know you may have been asked many times, but
It never includes me, but as the team leader, I still need to know some necessary answers."
"You ask." Yang Song nodded, he could understand Zhang Fusheng's thoughts.
The questions Zhang Fusheng asked were similar to those asked by Long Tu and Liu Xiao. They were nothing more than whether Yang Song knew the origin of the incident, whether he encountered any weird things before the incident, and whether anyone had contact with him.
Are there any signs of changes in the body, including many personal issues?
"Did your parents die in the earthquake in Sichuan?" Zhang Fusheng asked.
Yang Song frowned and glanced at Zhang Fusheng and said, "Do you still need to ask me specifically for this question?"
"This is what I was asked to ask from above." Zhang Fusheng shrugged and said helplessly.
Seeing Yang Song's attitude, Zhang Fusheng smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I'll just fill in something for you. I'm sorry."
Yang Song shook his head and said, "I just don't like hearing these things."
Xiaorou patted Yang Song's shoulder comfortingly. She didn't know any better way to comfort a person whose parents both died.
He smiled kindly at Xiaorou. Yang Song had always known that Xiaorou was the person sent by Mr. Zheng to monitor him, but this matter was actually not that important. He knew that with the change of the person in charge, many Longtu would not do it.
Zhang Fusheng can do everything, and he does it very thoroughly. In the future, he may not even have any privacy. He will be monitored, researched, analyzed, and speculated by countless people around the clock. Since the situation has become such a bad situation, then what else can he do?
Why should we care about a mere monitor?
Of course, if Xiaorou's innocence and kindness have always been her disguise, then Yang Song has resigned himself to his fate and no longer has anyone around him who treats him sincerely. How sad would that be?
Zhang Fusheng lowered his head and looked at the information in his hand, raised his head, looked at Yang Song and asked: "In fact, in the end, it is still the most core question. Can you control your own abilities? This is very important to us, even if it is just to control who will replace you."
You'll die from this."
Yang Song replied very decisively: "It is completely impossible for me to control it. If I can control it, then I will only let those damn people die."
Zhang Fusheng interrupted Yang Song and said calmly: "According to what you said, you are not opposed to using your ability to kill some people you hate, right?"
Yang Song shook his head and said: "I'm just explaining my thoughts. Whether I can control it or not is not up to me. It depends on God's will."
"Heaven is just a general term for unknown forces. It is better to describe it as a god or a devil." Zhang Fusheng said with a smile.
Yang Song inexplicably thought of what Chen Mo said to him, and subconsciously replied: "If there is one, he is the devil."
"Well, only the devil can do such a cruel thing." Zhang Fusheng nodded in agreement, and then said to Yang Song: "Open the marked folder on the desktop."
"What's going on?" Yang Song clicked on the folder with the mouse.
What appeared in front of Yang Song was a scene that made him instantly turn pale and his heart beat rapidly accelerate. Strange or familiar photos were presented one after another. These photos were divided into two rows. The first row showed them being happy when they were alive.
Their smiling faces, while the second row shows their pale faces when they died.
As Yang Song's eyes fell on the photo of a blond white woman with a very beautiful smile, he seemed to collapse and leaned on the back of the chair, saying with disbelief: "How is this possible..."
Xiaorou, who was watching with Yang Song, also put down her pen and looked at these photos with Yang Song. She only glanced at them for a few times and couldn't help but turned her head and didn't dare to look at them anymore. She knew who these people were.
Based on previous intelligence, we already knew that if Yang Song unfortunately died in his dream, someone would die in his place, and the number of deaths would increase with the number of deaths and would never be capped.
But when she turned her head, she could still catch a glimpse of Yang Song's face. When she saw Yang Song slumped on the back of the chair, she wanted to close the folder, but was caught in the air by a hand. She couldn't help but worry:
"Yang Song, please stop looking..."
"No, they all died because of me. I have to read it and remember their names." Yang Song's face turned pale and his eyes became moist. He hated the person who compiled the information. Why did he put these things together?
The circumstances of the deceased were written so clearly, which only made him feel even more guilty!
When it comes to influence, among these people, the one that causes Yang Song the most pain is Wen Sili, a rising star in the singing world who is loved by young people. She is only in her early twenties and has not even reached her thirties. She has not yet reached the age of thirty.
When he stood up, he was already a corpse, lying sadly in the grave.
Yang Song could know that once those Wensley fans knew that their favorite idol died indirectly in their own hands, how much they would hate themselves, how much they would want to curse themselves, and how much they would want to curse themselves, and he would be despised by the whole world!
"I have done what I should do." Yang Song shook his head, trying to make himself more awake. These things will only become more and more, and he cannot avoid them, not to mention that he has already taken huge risks for Wensi.
Li took his revenge, and he had a clear conscience. Since he has no guilt, he should not let this incident affect him. Pain, sadness, and regret will only make him weaker, and a weak self will only make more people
Die because of yourself.
The experience in the dream world has tempered Yang Song's state of mind. In fact, what really hurts him is that he thought that as long as he killed Sophie, everything would be reset. After he woke up, he never went to collect evidence or inquire.
It was because he subconsciously wanted to avoid hearing the news that he didn't want to hear, but it turned out that he couldn't escape it after all.
The change in Yang Song's expression completely caught Zhang Fusheng's eyes. When he saw Yang Song slumped on the chair in fear because of these information, he felt very melancholy in his heart. He wanted to shoulder the responsibility for everything, both in public and private matters.
A person with human life will be an extremely strong person. The death of just a few people can make him collapse. So how can we solve this problem in the future?
But when he saw Yang Song grabbing Xiaorou's hand that was trying to turn off the computer, and the shocked and disbelieving expression on his face returned to calm, he felt relieved, at least it wasn't that bad.
"What do you think?" Zhang Fusheng said.
"I owe a debt of gratitude to everyone in this document. It is the price they paid with their lives to allow me to survive. Of course, this also includes the families of those people." Yang Song looked at the computer screen and said.
There are a total of thirteen people in the information, and each person's information is extremely detailed, including their family conditions, background, work, environment in which they lived since childhood, as well as their spouses and children, all of which are displayed in detail in Yang Song's
before.
"Why thirteen?" Yang Song suddenly raised his head and asked.
Zhang Fusheng said: "Don't you know? There were some minor problems in your first search. The thirteenth deceased was not found. The pattern was not 1,4,8, but 1,4,9.
"
Yang Song nodded. It was not a multiple of the power of two, but a multiple of the power of the number of deaths. This would make the cost of his death in his dream even more serious. Thinking of this, Yang Song couldn't help but fall silent.
"Winslee is not the most important person in the death list here. The most important person is the British-Dutch man named Matthew Kane. An outdoor live broadcaster witnessed with his own eyes how he died mysteriously.
, and the entire process of his death was synchronously transmitted to people all over the world. Now people all over the world are speculating whether Matthew Kane's death is related to the urgent urination incident and the slap incident." Zhang Fusheng said.
"Fortunately you are Chinese, and fortunately we knew of your existence right away, otherwise we might be as confused as other countries." When he said this, Zhang Fusheng was a little happy. As a government worker,
, the most fearful thing is that their eyes are completely dark, they don’t know anything, and they can only look around helplessly for answers, which will make them lose confidence at any time.
Zhang Fusheng asked Yang Song to open other folders. These folders contained some of the latest news. In order to maintain absolute confidentiality, the Longteng base was completely isolated from the Internet. Even communications with the outside world were monitored countless times.
During cross-examination, all that Yang Song can see are downloaded files. It is impossible to give Yang Song the opportunity to access the Internet. Of course, it is impossible for others to have it.
"There were many demonstrations and riots around the world, but fortunately the United Nations responded quickly enough, so no crisis broke out in any country." Zhang Fusheng was talking to Yang Song, minding his own business.
In these news, Yang Song could see statements issued by many countries. They all said that the whole country would work hard to find the source of the incident and work hard to solve it so that people should not worry. But who would not worry? Even the least
Yang Song, who needed to worry, was in a complicated mood.
Fortunately, Yang Song was not harmed during these five and a half days of sleeping, so people's worries have decreased a lot.
"Xiao Yang, you must protect yourself and don't let anything hit you. People are so nervous now. If you bump into them accidentally, they may explode completely." Zhang Fusheng said again.
They emphasized to Yang Song that accidents should be avoided as much as possible. With the presence of those bodyguards, they could rest assured that Yang Song would not be harmed. However, if Yang Song accidentally fell while walking, those bodyguards would not be able to predict it. After all, they did not have personal protection.
It seems that Zhang Fusheng's current task is to inform Yang Song about the situation in the outside world. The few of them have not spoken much. Yang Song and Xiaorou are simply reading various news from the outside world.