Reborn Before the Apocalypse: My Backing is the Nation

Chapter 14 Copying
Jiang Yang didn't know what he had deduced from these data, nor did he care.

At this moment, Jiang Yang ignored Lu Zhaoming and did not try to remember the specific content of the information. He simply followed the guidance of the different colors and engraved the information on the screen into his mind as a "picture".

He looked at it for five seconds, then closed his eyes to reinforce his memory.

After silently counting to five, he opened his eyes again, compared the image in his mind with the image on the screen, corrected the ones he had misremembered, and then closed his eyes again, repeating this process.

The physical pain intensified.

Under normal circumstances, he should have lost all reason by now. But at this moment, he maintained his bystander's stance, completely unaffected.

He didn't know how much longer he could live; all he knew was that as long as he was alive, he had to repeat the action of opening and closing his eyes.

I must memorize all this information and remember it firmly.

A moment later, just as a computer was powered off, Jiang Yang's consciousness vanished without warning.

The next moment, Jiang Yang suddenly sat up in bed.

Huh, huh...

He was breathing heavily and uncontrollably, his body instantly covered in a large amount of cold sweat, and he began to tremble slightly.

The memories from before are still vividly etched in my mind.

A chaotic base, Sun Changhe silently awaiting his death, Lu Zhaoming repeating "How could this happen?" until his dying breath, Gu Changshan dying without uttering a sound or trembling, Zhou Yu collapsing to the ground, unable to control her sobs, and the numerous staff members...

At this moment, the feeling of being a bystander had disappeared, and Jiang Yang's consciousness had completely returned to his body.

Ignoring the shock and heaviness in his heart, Jiang Yang quickly got up, rushed to the computer desk, grabbed paper and pen, and began to sketch rapidly.

He maintained his mental focus, controlling himself to not think about the specific content of the unusual chart, but simply copied it as if it were a painting.

This took Jiang Yang five minutes.

After finishing the copy, Jiang Yang didn't bother to examine what he had drawn in detail. Instead, he quickly wrote down the command.

Next, there's the contact information.

Having completed the memorization and writing of the first two tasks, Jiang Yang finally felt a little more relaxed.

"The contact information is actually the base's Wi-Fi password? It seems that Sun Changhe and his team had made arrangements in advance and implanted the contact information into my mind beforehand."

I was wondering why the network at the base always had problems and I always had to reconnect when I had some free time and wanted to play games online.

Each time you reconnect, you need to enter the password again.

Asking others for passwords all the time was too troublesome, so Jiang Yang unconsciously memorized the string of numbers.

"151..."

Having recorded these three key pieces of information, Jiang Yang leaned back in his chair, panting heavily as if he had just finished a 10,000-meter race.

After catching his breath, he subconsciously looked at what he had written.

He saw a series of numbers and symbols, as well as some curves that looked like statistical charts. But after looking at them carefully for a long time, he couldn't decipher any information from them at all.

He can not understand.

Images of the apocalypse inevitably surfaced in my mind.

At the time, it was this chart that kept Professor Lu Zhaoming repeating "How could this be?" until his death, leaving him in a state of shock and bewilderment.

Lu Zhaoming's outstanding abilities are undeniable, given his appointment as the head of the scientific verification team for the Doomsday Project. But what do these data mean that have shocked him so much?
"It seems that only after contacting the government can I find out the true meaning of this data." He picked up his phone and checked the time: August 9, 2036, 8:20 AM.

After dialing the number and waiting a moment, a calm and steady voice came through: "I am Sun Changhe."

The image of Sun Changhe's thin, balding figure instantly flashed into my mind.

He didn't ask Jiang Yang's purpose for coming; he simply waited quietly.

"The end of the world will come in ten days. My password is: 'At the eastern foot of the desert, beneath the Suspended Tower, Mount Buzhou will collapse.'"

No voice came through the microphone, but Jiang Yang clearly noticed that Sun Changhe's breathing became heavy the moment he heard the command.

After waiting quietly for about ten seconds, Sun Changhe's voice finally came out: "Please wait a moment, someone will come to pick you up within an hour."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yang let out a soft sigh.

Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, Jiang Yang went to the window, drew back the curtains, and saw the morning street.

Blue skies and white clouds, tall buildings, bustling traffic, and hurried pedestrians create a busy scene.

"If someone like Gu Changshan can say that it's 'chaotic,' I wonder what kind of chaos our world will be in when the end of the world is coming."

However, in this life, I no longer need to rely on prophecies to attract the nation's attention.

After quickly washing up in the bathroom, Jiang Yang turned and left the apartment.

Once the government officials arrive, I'm afraid I won't have much free time left. This hour might be the only free time I have left in this lifetime.

"Let's grab a bite to eat while we can; we can't start working on an empty stomach."

Muttering to himself, Jiang Yang went straight to the entrance of the residential area to a breakfast shop he didn't often go to.

This breakfast shop is known for its delicious food and cleanliness, but because it's a bit far away, Jiang Yang rarely came here before.

After ordering his food, Jiang Yang ate slowly while watching the crowds and traffic outside the window.

Just then, Jiang Yang suddenly saw a familiar figure.

She was a young woman with messy hair, large dark circles under her eyes that couldn't be hidden even with glasses, and a greasy sheen on her face, dressed in loose sportswear.

She walked into the breakfast shop while on the phone and sat down at the table to Jiang Yang's left.

"Yes, yes, teacher, I understand. I almost finished organizing the data last night, and it should be finished by this afternoon at the latest. Yes, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, she let out a huge yawn without any regard for her image, and started fiddling with her phone to order food.

Ok?
Zhou Yu?

Why is she here?

Jiang Yang observed her silently as she picked up a small steamed bun and swallowed it whole in one bite, chewing it as if she had a grudge against her.

Jiang Yang couldn't help but chuckle as the image of Zhou Yu—youthful, vibrant, refined, and sexy—stood before him in his previous life flashed into his mind.

Is this the real you?

I looked away and focused on eating a few bites of breakfast. Outside the breakfast shop, I could already hear the piercing sound of sirens and what sounded like the roar of a helicopter.

(End of this chapter)