Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1453 - 702

Chapter 1453: 702

The soldiers increased their training load, leaving them no time to think about other things. The technical troops were ordered to continuously adjust and maintain equipment; even the communication troops had to keep sending out hopelessly slim chances of contact signals...

Besides this, male and female soldiers were completely separated to prevent anyone from doing anything irrational under despair—under such circumstances, the fewer number of female soldiers undoubtedly faced a greater possibility of harm than the male soldiers.

After everyone had gotten used to receiving instructions from only one voice on the big ship within two days, General Jones ordered them to start searching for land. Shortly after, within a single day, he even directly issued an order for the male and female soldiers to prepare for the continuation of human offspring.

Although it had only been three days since the big ship entered the dinosaur world, the stories that happened on this ship were far from just these. After encountering such a ’miracle’ as this great change, the actions people took were even beyond their own expectations.

As an observer, Yan Fei could be said to be ’hardworking’ to the extreme, constantly recording various little things, then selecting those he thought more exciting, and writing them into his novel.

Having just written a segment, he rechecked it once again, focusing on the names of the characters—to write a good novel, he had given everyone on the ship a new name.

Of course, this was something only he knew. If he didn’t make it known, those on the ship would never know that someone was always observing them and turning their stories into novels.

Since the people on the ship wouldn’t know their new names, they naturally still used their original names when communicating. Thus, Yan Fei had to remember each face and the names he had given them—speaking of which, it was easier said than done for the Barbarians who differed greatly in age; but for those who were the majority on the ship, the young people with little age difference, they all seemed to look the same. Even with Yan Fei’s superb memory, remembering their new names was quite a brain drain.

He had no choice but to give new names since he wanted to publish his writings.

Otherwise, when the article gets published, and if by chance his masterpiece becomes famous enough that even Americans come to read it, and just so happens someone is quite familiar with the people on the missing ship, seeing those familiar names, they probably would have to ask: "How could you, by imagination, write the names of hundreds of people... such a coincidence?"

To date, Yan Fei had not seen even a single word about the disappearance of the big ship on the internet or various news media. Clearly, this was a cover-up by the American government—how they managed to cover up such a huge incident, wasn’t something Yan Fei could think of, but definitely, there were many ways.

If Yan Fei’s novel does come out and the incident remains so well concealed, even if he wrote ’This story is purely fictitious, any similarities are purely coincidental’ hundreds of times on the cover of his novel, those who knew the truth might not believe it.

Hundreds of people’s names, all exactly the same, not only that, but the characters’ ages, genders, attributes, and even personalities largely match; do you call this a coincidence? Do you believe it yourself?

Although he isn’t afraid of them, and someday, he is going to let them know it was his doing, but... at least he should leave them some face, giving them a fig leaf to cover up a bit, right?

"Not bad, not bad!" After re-reading the novel of over twenty thousand, nearly thirty thousand words he wrote, Yan Fei mused to himself.

Although his writing style might not be the best, his portrayal of characters was vivid, and although the happenings were somewhat unexpected, upon deeper reflection, they seemed reasonable and logical. The whole novel could be said to be engaging and brilliantly written.

The portrayal of human nature was deeply incisive, showing the ugliness and the brilliance of humanity after encountering an unprecedented accident...

"Knock knock knock..."

While Yan Fei was deeply (self) analyzing (praising) his own novel, a knocking sound came from outside.

"Come in." Yan Fei quickly tidied up his novel and called out—his own novel was so well-written, truly captivating, even he himself was so engrossed in re-reading it that he didn’t hear someone approaching the door...

The slightly ajar door was pushed open, and a naughty child peeked inside, and upon seeing Yan Fei, jumped in: "Brother Fei, why aren’t you going out to play? Da Feng and I have got some Earth-Shaking Thunder, let’s go set them off?"

"Did you sneak them out?" Yan Fei casually remarked. "You guys go ahead and play, I dare not join you in playing, if your mom sees, she’d still chase you out..."

"It’s okay, my mom knows this time," the naughty child happily said. "We told her already, definitely not setting them off ourselves, if we do, she’ll cut our allowance for a year. Really, you gotta believe me, Brother Fei. If you don’t believe me, ask my little brother... Da Feng, come inside..."

He turned his head back to look, didn’t see anyone, then ran out to pull in a child who looked ninety percent similar to him, just slightly shorter and a bit thinner: "Little brother, tell Brother Fei, does our mom know about our Earth-Shaking Thunder?"

Actually, it’s only because Yan Fei observed carefully; if these two kids stood a bit apart, an ordinary person really couldn’t tell which one was the older brother and which the younger brother.