I am doing evil in the collapsed world

Xia: "Isn't it good to talk about the observable world bubble?"

Einstein nodded, spreading his hands awkwardly, "It's really good, but I didn't write it..."

Xia Tactics fell back with his eyes wide open.

"No, you didn't write it? No, sister, you've been researching the Quantum Ocean and the World Bubble for so long, and you've taken so much money in Mu Continent, and you're telling me you haven't even written a paper on observing the Quantum Ocean?"

Einstein was a little embarrassed. "I wrote it before, but published it. I haven't written it recently. After all, I got the money from Mu Continent. If I wrote it and other scientists saw it, I wouldn't have the money or ability to replicate it, so I was too lazy to publish it."

There is nothing I can do if others cannot understand or use what I write. Anyway, I have the money and the project is already underway, so it doesn’t matter whether I write the paper or not.

It's like you've already scammed investors using PTT, and all you have to do next is produce results. Is there any need to write a specific detailed plan? The money has already arrived, and Mu Dalu didn't ask, so there's nothing else to write. Just do it and you're done.

Xia couldn't understand, but was shocked.

Blanca asks Rang to submit the supplies to the god.

When applying, you not only need a paper, but also various footnotes and explanations. Moreover, you have to submit a report on your recent research direction, failed cases and losses to Rang every once in a while.

Einstein really just wants the money to arrive and he doesn't care how he spends it.

Einstein: "How about I write one tonight? I'm a slow writer though, and I usually write for top publications, so top publications require careful polishing."

Xia gave up, and it seemed that he would not be able to get the honorary title of professor of Atlantis University, nor would he be able to get this fortune.

Einstein: “Be prepared that it might take a long time to write.”

Xia: "If it takes too long, forget it. Just write it."

I'll go to Atlantis University later to be elected as an honorary professor.

Einstein: "It will take at least three days."

Xia: "...three days and it'll be fine. This is normal."

No need to make another trip. Xia thought it would take one or two months, but it turns out it can be done in three days.

Einstein: "But aren't you worried about being assassinated if you give a speech at Atlantis University? How about I get the army to send two soldiers to accompany you? That way, even the poisonous pupa of the fire moth will be afraid to attack you."

Xia was puzzled. "Poison Pupa? Aren't they used to clean up the dead soldiers? At most, they can deal with patients with Honkai Disease. Why would they care about assassinating scientists?"

Is this also a live poison pupa? This is the first time Xia knows about it.

Einstein: "Go ahead. Many high-ranking criminals outside of the Fire Moth have been assassinated by the Poison Pupa, but that hasn't happened at headquarters yet. It feels like the Poison Pupa is like a brick, ready to be moved wherever needed. But what happened to you on the plane wasn't the Poison Pupa's doing."

Xia: "How do you know?"

Einstein thought for a moment, "Hmm... that's not the right approach. If it were a poison pupa, they wouldn't use a bomb. They'd prefer to use concealed weapons and cold weapons to kill the opponent silently. The next best thing would be a sniper rifle or a silenced pistol."

Einstein: "Even if they had to use weapons of mass destruction, they would try to do it in places where there were few or no people, and try not to affect passersby as much as possible."

Einstein: "The Poison Pupa people are basically plucked out of prison to do the dirty work for the Fire Moth. If they pull off a big incident in public, the Fire Moth will be shameless, but those countries will still have some respect."

Einstein: "A situation like this, where the entire pilot and crew were wiped out, with no one alive in the cockpit, and a bomb was used to blow up the plane, is something that Southeast Asian shoe cults or North African terrorists would do."

Xia listened to Einstein's analysis and felt that Einstein was peeling out the most likely organizations and individuals for Xia like peeling off silk threads from an onion.

"It's unlikely that the Fire Moth is connected to the Honkai Shoes Cult. Even in private, I wouldn't go along with them. This is a matter of principle. The Fire Moth wants to destroy the Honkai, and the Honkai Shoes Cult worships the Honkai."

Xia: "Is there a possibility that they deliberately let outsiders think this way?"

Einstein laughed. "The top brass of the Honkai Shoes Cult are all a bunch of lunatics. It's impossible for a scientist like you to offend the middle brass of the Fire Moth Chaser. If it were the top brass, those lunatics would just blow them up. After all, for them, blowing up a top brass is much more fun than blowing up a scientist like you."

Einstein: "So it's most likely somewhere in the Middle East. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility of a copycat attack. If they did, they'd have to have a good understanding of Middle Eastern terrorists to be able to go into such detail."

Einstein crossed his fingers and placed them under his chin, chuckling softly. "Does anyone in the Fire Moth Chaser group know the specialized techniques of Middle Eastern terrorists, or can someone within their ranks find someone with such specialized techniques?"

Xia: "Couldn't it be done by many middle-level managers?"

Einstein: "The Fire Moth headquarters airport is not something your average mid-level manager can handle. The plane caught fire upon landing. After they put out the fire, guess what was burned? The black box."

Einstein: "Even if there are many middle-level managers, it's impossible that there are no loopholes at all. There are people above them who are suppressing them. Do you think about who you have offended now?"

Xia: "You've almost eliminated everyone. There are only a few high-ranking officials left at headquarters who can influence the airport: Sisley, the head of the Fire Moth's military department."

Einstein: "Well, he is indeed the most suitable. Is there no other candidate?"

Xia: "Rang, besides those two, I don't know anyone else well."

Einstein: "Sisley, Contact Book, Little Mind, how are you going to get revenge on him? Do you need my help? I only need a little trick to make him run right over to you and apologize."

Einstein squinted his eyes and ate melon seeds, ready to wait for Xia's advice. As long as Xia asked for advice sincerely, Einstein would reluctantly help Xia make Sisley apologize and compensate, and would never target Xia again, at least not within ten years.

Xia: "It's too troublesome, let's just get rid of it."

Einstein: “…Huh?”

Xia: "Let me see if he has any family or children. Oh, I forgot. He has no contacts. How could he have children?"

Einstein: "Killing them right away is a bit... a loss."

If you are assassinated, instead of asking the other party for some benefits and slowly dealing with it, it would be a big loss to kill them directly. After all, you have been assassinated by the other party.

Xia Liangran said, "I understand what you mean. Don't worry, it won't be wasted. I'm a professional."

Would it be too much of a loss to kill him directly? It seems so. First, capture him and send him to Mobius's laboratory for human experiments. Then he can deal with the body himself. He uses the five internal organs Buddha formation, human skin drum, bone bell, and everything that can be used. This is what can be called a healthy one.

But these things seem a bit too childish. They are only used in the second and third turns. I can't use them even if I make them myself. I can't give them to Gray to play with. That would be too scary.

Or we can erase the consciousness, collect the soul, make the body into a ground stake, and throw it into the bridge pier to suppress evil.

It can be considered as bringing some benefits to ordinary people. I am really kind.

After being praised for his kindness by Hua more and more, Xia felt that he was becoming more and more kind.

You have already been practicing dual cultivation and have a wife, and your destiny has been broken. It is time to accumulate some good karma. Killing a stake to suppress evil spirits and ward off evil spirits, not to mention saving all living beings, can also be considered as accumulating great virtue.

Einstein: "That's good, as long as you understand what I mean."

Nobiu came back from dinner with Rita and brought two meals for Xia and Einstein, and the two of them ate them in the office.

The food in the cafeteria is really not as delicious as that in Nobiu. Xia feels that the assistants and deputies of these scientists seem to cook delicious food and do housework very well.

People like Brancanobio are all first-class.

Of course, someone like Mei who can't cook or do housework is obviously a professional scientist, and Hua is just a standard assistant.

Xia felt that he should belong to the middle group. He could cook a little and do a little housework, but he was probably not suitable for research.

In an exclusive interview, the person in charge of Mu Dalu Literature Network was still trembling when he was blindfolded and taken to a small dark room at the Einstein Institute with guns loaded on his head. It was not until the hoods on his heads were taken off and the cameras were returned to them that they felt a little safer when they held the cameras.

"We're just interviewing Writer Xia. We're not spies or criminals."

Why did they send in the army to arrest him? How could he be treated as a terrorist for just doing an interview? And he wasn't just any terrorist, he was already being dealt a heavy blow.

The soldier said nothing, but just stood there, holding the gun tightly in his hand.

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Has Chapter 148 started? It’s already ended.

A short while later, Xia came in burping, holding a thermos and sat down at the interrogation table. Looking at the reporter being interrogated at the table, a camera operator was stunned for a moment, "Why are they so scared? Did you hit them?"

The soldier shook his head, and Rita also walked in. Seeing Rita, the reporter and photographer finally relaxed as if they had found family. "Ms. Rita, what's going on? We're here for an interview, why are we suddenly arrested?"

It was agreed that they would be interviewed in the reception room of the Atlanta Hotel, but as soon as they entered the Atlanta Hotel, they were immediately confronted by a group of soldiers who showed their IDs, grabbed the cameras, and pulled them over.

I didn't tell them anything, and they didn't dare ask questions. They were unsure and had no idea what they had done wrong.

Soldiers forcibly took away reporters. The last time this happened was seven years ago when Mu Continent had friction with Europe over the nationality issues of some scientists. There was a major strike in Atlantis City, and the army came out, wielding batons and hitting six times in one second, and mingling with the people.

The journalists were taken away at gunpoint, and the incident did not appear in international news. Only those who experienced it firsthand could understand the horror of the time. The sky was dark and overcast, and the journalists at that time thought they were going to be shot.

But even then he didn't wear a hood, but this time he even wore one.

The reporter's legs went weak and he looked at Xia and Rita sitting in front of him with pleading eyes.

Xia: "There was a small problem. This place is a bit secretive, so they may have been a little rough when I brought you here, but these soldiers are good people."

Reporter: "Are we still interviewing?"

Xia: "Of course I did. It's two million Mu Yuan. Tell me, what do you want to ask?"

The room was made of metal, with metal walls so clean that they could reflect light. Xia, wearing a white coat, sat in the interrogation room. Behind him stood two soldiers holding rifles, staring at the reporter with grim eyes.

The cameraman didn't even dare to turn on the camera, let alone conduct an interview.

The way he sat, the position, and Xia's calm expression as he spoke these words made it seem more like he had caught a spy and was questioning him than waiting to be questioned.

The reporter said with a bitter face, "What do you want to say?"

Now it’s not about what he wants to ask. He doesn’t dare to ask anything. Who knows what taboos he might ask.

What kind of place is this? Is Xia really just an author? Even if he is a singer, he shouldn’t have the ability to mobilize the army in Mu Continent.

Rita adjusted her black-framed glasses and smiled slightly, as if to explain to Xia, "Don't be so nervous. We've just changed the interview location. We'll take you back after the interview. All you have to do is interview."

The soldier marched in a serious manner and walked behind the reporter and cameraman, staring at them with a serious expression.

The cameraman turned on the camera with trembling hands.

The camera's anti-shake technology is good, so hand shaking at least doesn't affect the picture.

The reporter did not look back, but he had already imagined the scene of a gun pointed at his head, and as long as he was not decent, they would help him to be decent.

With a bitter face, he said the first sentence of his interview in front of the camera, "I still have family."

Xia: "I have one too."

Reporter: "Excuse me, Mr. Xia...comrade...writer, what are your thoughts on A Brief History of Time making it into the top ten of romance literature?"

Xia: "I think the category is wrong. Book fans probably voted for A Brief History of Time simply because they thought it was interesting. They might not have actually read the book."

Reporter: “Yes, is that so.”

Xia: “I got more votes for that book than I’ve sold for A Brief History of Time.”

The number of hits on legitimate light novel websites is not high either, so either you haven’t read them or you’re reading pirated copies.

Reporter: "Writer Xia, what type of book will you write next? You're a high school student in real life... How have you been able to write so many works? Is high school life in the Far East easy?"

Damn, what are these manuscripts? Is this from a high school student? How could this be from a high school student?

"Life isn't easy either, but I take a lot of leave. My next book will be a novel, 'Les Miserables,' and of course, a short story will be published first, 'Oliver Twist.'"

It was just a book title, without even a brief introduction. Normally, the reporter would definitely ask what type of novel it was, but now the reporter just wanted to finish the interview quickly.

"It sounds a bit like science fiction. Is Writer Xia planning to change the genre?"

Xia: "Mu Continent is technologically advanced, and the people's preferences are somewhat different from those of the Far East. Using the Far East's writing style would be a bit stagnant. I think it would be better to try a new genre."

Xia: "On June 1st, both the novel and the short story will be released. Oliver Twist will be available for pre-order, and the novel will also begin serialization on the Mu Continent Literature website. I hope everyone will support it."

There were a bunch of miscellaneous questions, but the most important questions had already been asked by the reporters, so they shut up.

summer:"……"

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reporter:"……"

Rita: "There should be some more questions, right? Didn't the interview just start?"

Only a few minutes had passed. A normal interview would normally take more than half an hour or even more than an hour. Just a few minutes had passed and it probably wouldn't take up much space even in the newspaper.

Reporter: “It’s over.”

Xia: "It's over? No, I haven't felt it yet."

The atmosphere hasn't even gotten heated yet, and they just asked about the author's next book title, and that's it? An interview, no discussion of the original intention of writing a book, no discussion of writing techniques, no discussion of the author's experience, just a simple question about what the next book will be about, and then walk away?

These two million were earned too easily. Einstein even gave himself an annual salary of one million. Xia, who earned these two million, felt that Einstein's annual salary of one million was a trick to fool him because he didn't understand the salary in Atlantis.

Does Atlantis use a different currency than other cities in Mu Continent? Why does the purchasing power and liquidity of the same Mu Yuan differ so much?

The soldier turned off the camera himself and escorted the reporters and photographers away. Until they left, Xia still hadn't realized that his interview was over.

Xia: "...Is this what Mu Dalu's interview is like?"

Xia turned to look at Rita. He didn't know much about the novel circle in Mu Continent, but Rita had opened a publishing house in Mu Continent, so she should know something about it.

Rita: "I don't know. My publishing house is full of light novel writers besides you, and we're very active in interviews with light novel writers."

Xia scratched his head. "Is it because I'm a physical book author that the interview was so simple and serious? They looked a little scared. They couldn't be afraid of the soldiers, could they?"

Rita: "Maybe. Sigh, I thought I'd hear some secrets from your interview, but it ended with just a few questions. The reporters in Atlantis are really timid."