Superpower War: My Seven Billion Eyes Monitor The World

After Luo Yan landed, he looked around and roughly confirmed the environment.

very lucky.

It's just an ordinary residential area with a sports ground next to it. It doesn't fall into the position of the five core hubs.

His thoughts on this war were simple.

If you can make some contribution to the rejuvenation of mankind, you can do it with a little effort.

Working hard, no.

I have to keep this bitch alive and go back to get married.

Time, March 30, 2089, 22:00 pm.

Luo Yan shuttled on the roofs between the rooms in Yandu, like a restless sparrow.

Looking for a nest.

Nighttime is the home turf of Salieri worms. Human beings do not have the technology to monitor the movements of the worms. They can only rely on naked eyes or cameras to observe. Movement at night is too risky.

Chi Gu is the guardian and will not move.

Yandu ushered in a brief period of peace.

Taking advantage of this period of peace, citizens left the community one after another and rushed to the iron gates leading to the air raid shelters.

Like a group of ants leaving the nest, panic, but orderly.

Under the control of [Setting], humans are very obedient.

Luo Yan came to a house in a residential area that seemed to have good feng shui. There was a huge pool with crystal clear water, surrounded by green trees, red flowers, and a refreshing fragrance filling the air.

getaway paradise

In a community full of technology and machinery, it is very conspicuous.

The observer turns on the lock.

His eyes swept over the fleeing residents, peeping and recording the entry and exit codes of their houses, preparing to occupy the magpie's nest.

Suddenly, a special person appeared in the group surveillance footage.

The person was wearing a black robe and covered her face with black gauze. She was relatively petite and most likely a woman. She was not as panicked as other residents and acted very calmly.

et al.

So calm, as if waiting for someone...

After walking out of the door, she stretched out a withered and yellow hand, pressed "1317777" on the password numeric keyboard in front of the door, and then pressed the red "Close" key in the lower right corner.

"Buzz!"

The iron door slowly closed.

So far, her performance is within a reasonable range. At most, her clothes are a bit strange.

The special point is.

After closing the door, she didn't rush to the dugout.

Instead, he walked to the stargazing garden, sat on a wooden chair, and looked up at the stars.

An ordinary action.

Just in time.

The observer's camera is above her.

Just right.

He met Luo Yan's gaze.

It was a pair of dry, wrinkled, yellow eyes with wrinkles covering the corners of the eyes. It was a pair of moist, glowing eyes, like a star that was about to burn out, desperately blooming in the night sky.

Faint and brilliant.

The two looked at each other across time and space for a long, long time.

It's like forgetting time.

finally.

She moved, she stretched out her hand toward the sky, as if to grab the stars in the night sky. From the observer's perspective, it seemed as if she was touching his face.

But it didn't last for a while.

She put down her hands, lowered her head, her eyes dimmed, and she said nothing.

Stand up.

gone.

The other hand was always shrunk in the pocket of the black robe, as if hiding something.

"What on earth is she..."

The mask and black robe cannot be seen through perspective.

Either out of curiosity, or out of a strange feeling.

Luo Yan accidentally came to the door of the black-robed woman's room and pressed the room opening code "1317777".

"Buzz!"

The iron door opened with a bang.

A bright room appeared in front of me.

The lights weren't even turned off.

Luo Yan stepped into it and swept his eyes around.

The room design is simple and simple with a strong girlish flavor.

There are paintings, but they are cartoonish.

A tan sofa, but with a pink stuffed bear lying on it.

There is a wooden bookshelf on the north side of the hall. The books on the top shelf are 100% new, and even the covers have not been removed. It looks like they have not been turned over at all.

I remembered that the owner of the house was over 1.6 meters tall.

You probably can't reach it even if you stand on tiptoe.

The grid on the middle and bottom floor contains some classic books from the old era.

For example, "One Hundred Years of Solitude", such as "The Old Man and the Sea", such as...

"Alive".

The book covers have been disassembled and printed with delicate and playful pink lace.

Luo Yan took out "Alive" and flipped through dozens of pages. A cherry blossom bookmark appeared, interrupting the page turning.

There was a line of underlined words on that page, like a note:

“Cry with laughter and live with death.”

I don’t quite understand it, and I don’t understand it either.

Luo Yan silently stuffed the book back. He was not a person who liked reading, and he had no philosophical instincts.

He was more concerned about what he would eat and where he would sleep tonight.

Fortunately, he still found the bedroom, and the door was ajar.

Did the landlord leave in such a hurry that he forgot to close the bedroom door?

Luo Yan walked in the door and found that the bed had been made on the left side.

There was a writing table beside the bed, with books on both sides.

In the middle are paper writing books and a music box.

This arrangement has a sense of déjà vu that I have seen before somewhere.

But the image in my mind shows a pair of glasses and a diary placed on top of the writing book.

Not like this now.

There was only a pen, which was still a little warm to the touch.

I guess the homeowner was still using it before he left.

There are signs of torn pages in the middle of the writing book, and there are a few wrinkles and water stains on the waxy yellow paper.

There were black spots where the pen tip had touched it, and some short scratches, but not a single word was written on it.

It's so empty that it makes people panic, and it's so empty that it makes people feel distressed.

There were several crumpled paper balls beside them. Out of curiosity, Luo Yan unfolded them and restored them.

There were many scratches on it, as if something had been written on it and then erased.

Out of suspicion of the pen and paper, Luo Yan activated [Profiling] on the pen and paper.

Six space-time frames can restore the past of almost ten minutes on this piece of paper.

The "time" of the paper, pen and surrounding space receded little by little, and pictures flashed through his mind frame by frame. His attention became more and more concentrated until his brain power was almost exhausted.

finally.

He saw it.

The tears that once dropped on the paper, and the four words written on this paper.

"I really want to see you..."

Luo Yan's heart twitched.

A strange feeling came over me.

I always feel that the person living in this house is in great pain.

There is so much I want to say, but I can't say it.

Luo Yan's mind became more and more depressed, as if his chest was blocked by a huge boulder.

"Pop!"

He slapped his cheeks hard twice to get himself back to normal.

Out of consideration for the medium, he put the pen away in his pocket, slapped his head again, and held on to his hair.

"call..."

Take a deep breath and try to collect your thoughts.

But the scenes he saw just now in [Profiling] still poured into his mind like spring water.

That hand.

That pen.

Those tears.

That handwriting...

"Uh ah..." Luo Yan frowned, shook his head in pain, and swallowed the brain power potion.

His fingers were clenched into fists, the knuckles were bulging, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, as if the whole world was pressing on his shoulders. The more he tried to suppress his thoughts, the more tightly he was wrapped in pain, making it difficult to break free.

"boom!"

He looked hard, took out Qian Que and shot himself in the thigh.

The physical pain diverted the brain's attention, and the sea of ​​consciousness slowly returned to stability.

"Huh..." Luo Yan gasped.

As if he had seen a ghost, he suddenly picked up the paper ball and threw it out of the window.