Clown Game
Chapter 125 - 125 121 Unknown Task 5

Chapter 125: Chapter 121 Unknown Task 5 Chapter 125: Chapter 121 Unknown Task 5 Although this bomb was a fake, the sound after the explosion was extremely loud, and it would also emit flames, while thick smoke could fill the entire building directly. That meant, apart from the sensation of shaking, the impact force, and some details, everything else seemed quite realistic—people who had never experienced a real explosion would find it hard to spot anything amiss.

The disarming method for this bomb was also very simple, one red wire and one yellow wire, snipping either would suffice, you could even just yank them out directly. This extremely simple design was intended to entice C—207 to try disarming the bomb by himself. The countdown timer had a full two-hour duration. This was to test the length of the “Pre-cognition Time” while also giving C-207 a window to alert the authorities. After all, facing a bomb, knowing how to disarm it was one thing, daring to handle it personally was quite another.

Moreover, many cameras were installed on this bomb, not only inside but also outside, which meant that everyone who appeared near the bomb would be recorded.

Due to the bomb’s very hidden location, it was virtually impossible for it to be “accidentally discovered.”

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If this C-207 really possessed the ability to foresee the future, he would have definitely predicted an event with a huge disturbance like an “explosion”. Otherwise, the Foundation would have captured him long ago. So, knowing that a bomb would explode, what would he do?

The first possibility, which is also the most common in comic plotlines, is that he would find the bomb before it exploded and disarm it using his powers. This suggested that C-207 was still a person with correct values and a positive attitude, which also presented the most convenient outcome because the cameras on the bomb would capture his face directly. Afterwards, it would be easy to contact the police and leverage various wanted tactics to quickly corner him.

The second possibility was that he would call the police, a handling method most normal people would choose. Although it wouldn’t lead directly to C-207, since the police were notified, clues would certainly be found, whether through phone tracing or voice recognition technologies, aiding in indirectly pinpointing him.

The third possibility was that he would ignore the bomb and let it explode. Even though this scenario was highly unlikely, it wasn’t impossible. However, someone who knew in advance about a bomb explosion would definitely not remain indifferent. He would surely escape from the blast area ahead of time or take some self-protection measures. After all, the premise of foreseeing the future was to keep oneself alive. Thus, surveillance recordings in school corridors or classrooms might reveal some clues, like someone suddenly leaving the school building during classes.

Thus, as long as C-207 was in this school, he was bound to leave some clues behind.

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An image flashed through Lin Fan’s mind.

A startling explosion roared, followed by billowing smoke rushing into the corridor, carrying an extremely pungent smell of gunpowder, and instantly, everyone panicked, screaming and crying as they either ducked under tables or rushed out of the classrooms. Everything was in chaos.

“What’s going on? What exploded?” fear flashed momentarily in Lin Fan’s eyes.

But his panic wasn’t due to concern for others’ safety, since he never had any intentions of playing the hero. His anxiety stemmed from the fact that if there really was an explosion, or a leak in the underground gas pipes, he would likely be in danger too.

So, without much thought for anything else, because an explosion was no joke, he immediately turned the valve and activated his “special ability.”

Even though Lin Fan appeared calm looking outside the window at that moment, his eyes were rapidly flashing through countless images, like dozens of movies playing at fast forward, densely overlapping each other. If anyone witnessed what he was seeing, they would definitely feel dizzy, perhaps even nauseous. But Lin Fan felt no discomfort; he could distinguish all the images and watch each one of them simultaneously!

This was easy for him.

In front of him, dozens of viewpoints ran through the corridor, looking around as if Lin Fan had divided himself into dozens of separate bodies, each with its own independent actions. They moved along different paths to different directions, interweaving with each other, covering every corner of the building, looking for the source of the impending explosion. Suddenly, all the images faded, leaving only one behind. This “Lin Fan” was crouched behind a corner on a flight of stairs, and before him was a box containing unmistakably a “timed bomb”!

Just like that, Lin Fan had just located the bomb in numerous future scenarios, but in reality, only a moment had passed. He still maintained the pose he had a moment ago, surrounded by the “chirping” noisy atmosphere.

He stood up quietly, making not a single sound, just like he usually did, almost invisible, so much so that no one in the entire class noticed that a student had just left the classroom.

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Outside XX High School, Bai Xiong and Chen Xiao were still sitting in that fast-food restaurant, over an hour had passed, but there was still no movement.

“Could C-207 not be here…” Chen Xiao said somewhat impatiently.

And he was still persisting in the boring act of blowing bubbles into his soda.

Bai Xiong didn’t have Chen Xiao’s quirky habit of counting seconds when idle, so he checked the time.

“20 minutes left,” he said. At the same time, he was already planning the next investigation spot.

Just then, a large group of people suddenly ran out from the distant teaching building, howling and crying, each one of them looking panicked, and a few were even crying while running with their mouths wide open.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the two in the fast food restaurant slightly changed.

“Lucky…” Bai Xiong said blandly.

Chen Xiao finally put down his straw, and although he didn’t speak, he chuckled a few times, clearly finding the situation exciting.

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A few minutes later, several police cars sped past the window, and through the window, they could see the school gate cordoned off with yellow police tape, at least twenty riot police armed with guns entering the school, followed by a few individuals in strange clothes carrying small toolboxes, the bomb disposal units often seen on television.

Bai Xiong watched the unsettled crowd outside the window, the growing number of onlookers, and the grand bomb disposal operation, and sighed with a bit of helplessness… If they didn’t catch C-207 this time, he guessed his mission funding might be completely fined.

As he was thinking, suddenly Chen Xiao’s phone vibrated. Chen Xiao eagerly opened his phone.

Indeed… it was a picture sent from the camera installed on the bomb.

Bai Xiong leaned over as well; he too wanted to see what this guy, who rendered the Foundation in K City helpless, looked like.

The picture showed… a man about 50 years old…