Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 692 - 446 He’s a Researcher of Spiders..._2

Chapter 692: Chapter 446 He’s a Researcher of Spiders..._2

Since he was here, he wanted to see if the database in N City had any new resources.

He swiped his expert card to enter the library.

The library had roughly three floors above ground.

It wasn’t a conventional library; paper books were limited here, mostly periodicals. Most people came for the electronic database.

The third floor of the library was also accessed by swiping a card, and those with lower clearance couldn’t enter.

This floor had a small recreation area, while the rest was reserved for high-clearance database reading rooms.

Feng Yi didn’t head straight to the database; instead, he sat in the recreation area for a while, flipping through several recent periodicals to see if he could find anything to polish his presentation.

Normally there weren’t many people on this floor, and at this time, it was just Feng Yi.

He picked up a periodical and sat down at a table.

They provided some simple refreshments and snacks here, good quality and not pricey, a kind of welfare benefit.

Feng Yi ordered a high-calorie hot cocoa and browsed through the periodicals.

After much reading and writing, the content that used to be obscure to him could now be understood more smoothly.

Not long after, three more people came in.

They looked to be in their fifties or sixties and chose a table behind where Feng Yi was sitting.

Feng Yi sat with his back to them.

Those three didn’t look at Feng Yi as they came in; they ordered three coffees and started talking.

Because of the relative privacy here and the higher caliber of people allowed in, their conversation was a bit more casual.

This place was meant for people to relax, chat over tea, and it wasn’t required to be quiet—songs were even playing over the sound system.

Because they were close, Feng Yi could overhear what the three were talking about.

The topic was about meteorology, recent conferences, not just the exchange meeting Feng Yi was attending, but also a global climate anomaly symposium. And these three—

One just came back with a polar research vessel from the Arctic and planned to go to Antarctica next year.

One just upgraded their analysis system and wanted to heavily promote it at this conference

One just brought their team back from collecting data and still had the look of someone weathered by the elements.

They discussed building data models, talking about climate changes over ten thousand years, "time capsules" in ice caps, temperature and atmospheric, ocean circulation, paired with various XX theories, XX cycles, XX models...

The discussion was too specialized, full of unfamiliar terms, and Feng Yi didn’t understand it.

He didn’t intend to eavesdrop anyway and continued with the periodical in his hand.

But soon, when they started talking about climate anomalies—a subject Feng Yi could easily grasp—he listened.

Savoring his hot cocoa, he listened to the experts’ analysis.

Maybe he could include some of this content in his script?

That’s what Feng Yi was thinking when he overheard the conversation from the table behind him.

"Nobody knows when the next persistent climate anomaly will start. Maybe in a hundred years, maybe a thousand... maybe soon! Ah, I would hate to go through that again!"

"Don’t worry, our latest data can provide fresh insights and predict more changes in the future. We still have plenty of time to prepare. We speak with data!"

"I refuse to be a slave to data! I’m skeptical of your prediction system. The minor anomalies of the past two years are a hint! We need to make decisions quickly!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, don’t get too stressed. We already have measures in place, right?"

"But the technology isn’t mature enough; we need more time to improve!"

The three expressed their views and the theories they supported, and the clash of ideas made them increasingly agitated.

Feng Yi caught a few keywords from their conversation, and his attention shifted completely from the periodical in his hands as he perked up his ears.

Countermeasures?

For fighting climate anomalies?

He hadn’t heard of any.

Just as he pondered this, he heard someone at the table behind him say heatedly, "Trying to alter the weather with human power will inevitably backfire!"

"Pfft!"

Feng Yi almost choked.

All three people at that table looked over at him with displeased expressions.

But it wasn’t because Feng Yi was eavesdropping, but rather—

"You! Are you mocking me?"

"Hey, kid, eavesdrop if you must, but show some respect! Even if you disagree with us, don’t refute in that manner!"

Feng Yi turned around, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to!"

Your voices were just too loud, and you happened to be discussing a topic I’m interested in and can understand, and it just so happened... it involved my core secret.

I almost thought my cover was blown!

What a scare!

"No offense, but I just overheard you mention manipulating weather with human effort. Is it something like artificial rainmaking?" Feng Yi ventured to ask.

"Of course not! We’re talking about reversing disastrous weather! All kinds of disastrous weather!" one of the elders said heatedly.

Feng Yi inhaled sharply, "This is just too..." Suddenly.

"Too absurd? But it is achievable! The world develops faster than you think, young man!"

The elder said with deep meaning.

Another said, "Perhaps you can go back and ask your parents. They’ll teach you more."

These three didn’t recognize Feng Yi, perhaps because they were focused on their own research on a daily basis without paying attention to unrelated matters.

One doesn’t necessarily have to be the cardholder to enter the third floor lounge here, and because there are fewer people, sometimes young people bring their parents’ identity cards to come here.

As for the recreational area, some libraries are strict, and others turn a blind eye. This library was clearly the latter.

The environment was more relaxed.

Because of Feng Yi’s reaction, the three men did not continue their conversation. Realizing his presence was intrusive, Feng Yi apologized again, returned the journal, and stood up to leave.

After Feng Yi left, the three men talked about him:

"He overheard our discussion, that won’t be a problem, will it?"

"No, what could he possibly find out?"

"I’m just worried the young man will develop unnecessary curiosity and waste his time."

No critical information was leaked, and even if he searched online, he wouldn’t be able to discover more.

Besides, they were only involved in peripheral projects. Those people who were really involved in the core engineering didn’t have as much freedom of movement as they did.

One of them got up to go to the bathroom, and when he returned, his steps were hurried.

"Hey, guess what I just saw?"

Without waiting for the other two to respond, he continued, "That kid sitting over there, I just saw him enter the third-floor archives!"

The other two were alarmed.

"Are you joking?"

"He has that level of clearance at his age?"

"If his comprehensive rating is high, his clearance level could rise quickly."

Some things can’t be found more of on the internet, but in the high-level database of the Union Preservation Bureau, it’s indeed possible to find related information.

"That kid wouldn’t actually go in there to check on what we were talking about, would he?"

"Ah wait, I just thought of someone. Let me see if it’s..."

They searched for a photo, eyebrows rising high.

"Look, does he look familiar?"

"He’s a shareholder of the Ancestral Factory?!"

"Oh, then he probably knows more than I do."

"Not necessarily. He specializes in reptiles and might have some research in animal behavior but is likely not interested in meteorology."

"Right, what does a reptile researcher know about weather!"

"Then it doesn’t matter. If he can understand it from the database, then he is meant to know it. Whether we say it or not, it’s his choice."

Choice?

Feng Yi chose to look it up!

He was far too curious!

Is there already technology to reverse disastrous weather?

Driven by intense curiosity, Feng Yi buried himself in research.

Eventually, he came across a name—

"Butterfly Project"

Derived from "butterfly" in the "butterfly effect."

However, with Feng Yi’s current clearance, he could only access very basic information, limited to the name of the project.

He only knew the "Butterfly Project" incurred enormous annual expenses and was an emergency self-rescue plan for abnormal climate conditions.

Details of the project’s progress and specifics of the research were not available.

Feng Yi’s focus slowly settled on the words "involving huge expenses."

If the database had no answers, perhaps he could try using money power?