Clown Game
Chapter 124 - 124 120 Unknown Task Four

Chapter 124: Chapter 120: Unknown Task Four Chapter 124: Chapter 120: Unknown Task Four He came to the corridor, his expression of grievance completely gone. At this moment, he was simply standing quietly against the wall, the leaves outside the window turning somewhat yellow.

Lin Fan.

That was his name, though few people remembered it, even his teachers would suddenly forget what he was called.

Yes, he was indeed too ordinary.

Eighteen years old, an orphan, attending XX High School with government support, working two jobs alongside his subsidy, barely managing to sustain himself, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor skinny, with no distinctive features, average academic performance, not flamboyant in his actions, having very few friends – he was the type who could be forgotten in the blink of an eye in a crowd.

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But he knew, he himself…was very special.

Since the age of 10, random images had inexplicably flashed through his mind, sometimes lasting a few seconds, sometimes more than ten minutes. These images appeared in the first person perspective, emanating from his own point of view. They came without any warning, just abruptly invading his sight and blending with his real vision, like two slides superimposed, churning into a chaotic mess.

However, Lin Fan was undoubtedly a very clever person. In his youth, he never made a fuss about it, nor did he clamor to see a doctor or anything, and he never discussed it with anyone because he vaguely felt that doing so could expose him to danger.

As time went on, Lin Fan quickly adapted to these “sudden situations” and was able to clearly distinguish between “real” and “imaginary.” He also discovered that these sudden images eventually truly materialized in front of him.

In other words…he was seeing the future.

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Most people who discovered they had this kind of power would be overjoyed, thinking they were some kind of chosen savior of the world.

But Lin Fan did not think so at all; instead, he began to build something akin to a valve in his mind to control the appearance of this “Future Vision.”

Because he never felt he was unique!

If he had this “special ability,” then there might be many others in the world just like him, and thus, there would definitely be organizations that supervise these individuals. The scenes where everyone admires “superheroes” from the comics would probably only happen in comics. If a real-life superhero emerged, he would either be under government control, captured as an experiment, tarnished by media control, or eventually killed. In any case, a free and easy life would be impossible because the world would not allow “individual will” to override “collective will.”

And Lin Fan did not want to become like that, so he hid himself.

Unfortunately, his “Future Vision” could not be completely controlled; occasionally, it would burst forth uncontrollably.

Two years ago, he finally got targeted by an organization. During his encounters with them, Lin Fan relied on his intelligence and abilities to escape pursuit time and again, the dangers of which need not be overly emphasized. After several failed attempts, it seemed like they finally quieted down.

Since then, Lin Fan did not attempt to investigate what the organization was all about. He was uninterested in such matters; he just wanted to live a quiet life.

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The bell signaling the end of class suddenly rang, and the teacher walked out of the classroom. He glanced at Lin Fan standing in the corridor, casually waved his hand, signaling him to return to the classroom.

Yes, this teacher didn’t really care much about Lin Fan, and he might even have forgotten him.

But this was exactly what Lin Fan had hoped for.

Because he knew he was extraordinary, he had to make himself look ordinary.

It was a convoluted statement, but this was the life Lin Fan wanted.

During the break, the students were chatting in small groups, except for Lin Fan’s area, which was deserted. He reverted to his behavior before being kicked out of the classroom, twirling his pen while staring out the window.

Suddenly, a wave of inexplicable dizziness hit his mind, and images abruptly appeared in his line of sight. Following that, his expression turned to one of utter terror.

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In a fast-food restaurant outside xx High School, Chen Xiao was blowing into a straw while looking expectantly out the window.

“So, you put a bomb in the school?” Bai Xiong asked, slightly frowning. He found the “gurgling” sound somewhat annoying.

Chen Xiao nodded and pushed the straw against the base of his tongue, tightly pressing it against his upper palate to form an enclosed cavity, and bizarrely began to blow air into his drink while saying,

“Yeah, actually if it were a real bomb, the effect would have been even better, but that guy in the weapons supply area just wouldn’t make it for me. If there had been enough time, I would have made one myself.”

Bai Xiong, observing Chen Xiao’s utterly useless and exceedingly difficult “divine operation” of talking, didn’t know what to say for a moment. He just felt that if one day this guy were to drift into society or become an enemy of the Foundation, it would probably be a disaster.

Well… all right… that’s a story for another time. Let’s talk about this bomb for now.

Chen Xiao indeed had placed a bomb in the school, and as for how he managed to sneak into the school looking as he did… well, whether he climbed over the fence or dressed as a delivery man, he got in, and he placed the bomb behind an inconspicuous staircase on the first floor of the high school building.

What’s more important, Chen Xiao wanted to use this bomb to draw out C—207.

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So, could a bomb really draw out a person who could predict the future? Actually, Chen Xiao wasn’t entirely sure, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

This bomb, naturally, wasn’t an ordinary bomb. Although it was fake, it would still emit a large amount of white ash and bright light upon exploding, and it would be extremely loud. It was put into a box, which also emitted a “beeping” countdown sound.

When someone opened the box, they would see a countdown device connected to a substance that looked unmistakably like C4. Connecting the two was a red wire and a yellow wire.

This type of bomb often appeared on television, but in reality, timed bombs rarely looked like this. The reason for designing the bomb this way was to make people think the following thoughts.

First, this is a bomb!

Second, when this countdown reaches zero, it will explode!

Third, cutting one of these two wires should stop the explosion, just like how it’s usually done on TV!