My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 283 - 197: The Uglier, the Purer

Chapter 283: Chapter 197: The Uglier, the Purer

So... "I" stabbed "me" to death?

There’s something wrong with that song!

From the description within the text, Meng Lang could preliminarily deduce such a basic fact.

The enemy must have picked up a communicator from his personnel, then used that internal communication channel to kill.

Hypnotism?

It could infinitely amplify a person’s negative emotions, leading them to unknowingly walk the extreme path of suicide, and afterwards, even feel like they had died a worthwhile death...

What kind of terrifying song is this?

This method of killing theoretically exists.

As he knew, similar songs had also appeared in human history.

Take, for example, the three most famous banned songs: "Black Friday," "Confession Soul Song," and "The Thirteenth Eye."

"Black Sunday" was once called "the Devil’s Invitation," and at least 100 people committed suicide after hearing it, thus it was banned for as long as 13 years.

"Confession Soul Song" was made by a Christian from the US, who, it is said, committed suicide the moment the song was completed.

The song is actually just a regular Christian atonement hymn, but precisely because of this, countless Christians, unable to bear the pain reality brought upon them and feeling immensely sinful, chose to end their lives after listening to "Confession Soul Song."

Consequently, those who died from "Confession Soul Song" were the most devout Christians.

The third banned song is "The Thirteenth Eye," which, according to rumors, led to a tribe in Cameroon choosing mass suicide in the early 20th century.

This banned song is also the most mysterious of the three.

Did the enemy possess some kind of enhanced version of "death music"?

Unfortunately, they failed to capture any video footage of the new enemy unit; they didn’t even know what the enemy looked like before they were "boxed up."

Meng Lang thought for a moment and wrote down the code name for the enemy’s new unit on his notebook—Singer!

With that, the enemies already revealed include "Assassin," "Listener," "Singer."

These hidden cards just kept coming!

With such a sonically invisible killing method, wouldn’t it mean just exposing oneself to the enemy, and a little vocal action from them could be the end for oneself?

"I wonder if earplugs would help?"

Meng Lang couldn’t help but sigh.

First, no speaking, and now no hearing—was this making him both deaf and mute?

However, he believed the more powerful the ability, the greater the restrictions it faced.

Perhaps it required the target to hear the entire song, or maybe it needed to find some kind of "mental flaw" to be effective?

As long as I don’t want to die, I won’t be the one who dies?

But these could only be verified next time.

He read through "A Tale of Two Cities" again from the beginning, extracting key information from it.

An apocalyptic cruise...indeed, a viable plan.

He always had one question.

What, after all, did aliens want to acquire from Earth? What was their purpose in exterminating most of humankind?

Was it to usurp their nests, or to plunder resources, or perhaps simply to eliminate a threat?

He couldn’t answer this question; the only way was to live long enough!

To live until 2043, after the extinction of humankind, only then could he see what the enemies ultimately wanted to do with Earth’s biosphere...

Although it was a pity that this plan failed,

the idea of building an apocalyptic cruise ship was indeed quite commendable.

Compared to holding a single refuge, this completely self-sufficient, freely movable fortress at sea, protected by the natural barrier of the ocean, was immensely stronger.

Even if all the continents were occupied by "madmen," he could still stand invincible.

The technical data from this time was also very interesting.

"A new type of three-dimensional simulation ecosystem"!

Exactly, it was the Independent Ecosystem on Loulan.

It could be transferred onto a giant cruise ship, and similarly could be constructed on land, a three-dimensional ecosystem farming technology with significant economic value.

Meng Lang browsed through the general content briefly.

This was an ecological technology that utilized a total of twelve-story buildings to maximize the use of various breeding by-products for recycling.

Its biggest advantage was achieving material recycling and almost zero pollution.

Succinctly, this technology aimed to preserve both the "gold and silver mountains" and the "green water and blue mountains."

Clearly, it had been specially prepared for "Mengshan Pasture."

"Although it’s a bit pricey, we could build one first and do further technical verification," Meng Lang stroked his chin.

This information was one of the few technologies he had that could be directly utilized and monetized.

Moreover, the ecological recycling system was a crucial core component on the doomsday cruise ship.

The quality of life depended entirely on it—technological optimization was indeed necessary.

Eventually, Meng Lang turned his gaze to the accompanying photograph.

In the photograph, there was Yan Weiwei in a white evening gown, her smile brilliant...

"Sigh!" Meng Lang couldn’t help but sigh.

His feelings were quite complicated.

He hadn’t expected her to take a bullet for him at the crucial moment...

Although it was likely in return for a previous lifesaving favor, still...

Not many men could remain indifferent when a woman was willing to take a bullet for them, right?

Of course, it might also be that he was overthinking it.

After all, the books never mentioned "him" developing love due to gratitude for her. Perhaps everyone just shared a pure revolutionary friendship?

Torn inside, Meng Lang picked up his phone and sent a message to a relationship expert.

Meng said, "Master Duan, do you think there can be pure friendship between the sexes?"

Sage replied, "Yes!"

Meng Lang’s eyes brightened.

Meng said, "Really?"

Sage replied, "Of course, the uglier, the purer!"

Meng said, "..."

...

At five-thirty in the afternoon, as predicted, a continuous spring rain began to fall.

In terms of accuracy, he had trounced the weather satellites...

Meng Lang looked at the relentless rain outside, his expression conflicted.

So, should I get drenched in this rain, or not?

The situation was now clear; if he wanted to enjoy tonight’s braised pork with preserved vegetables, the bitterness tactic was the most direct method.

Scene recreation it is, as the previous brother had already verified it for him.

Although it was silly, for the sake of delicious food, Meng Lang gritted his teeth, didn’t bother with an umbrella, and just dashed out!

The BGM was a blue melancholic tune.

He walked, pausing now and then...

"Hey! It’s pouring! What are you doing here?"

As expected, an umbrella quickly shielded his head.

Meng Lang turned his head to see the puzzled face of Yan Weiwei. Her familiar profile caused his consciousness to blur momentarily.

Images suddenly flashed through his mind, finally settling on that tragically beautiful figure lying in a pool of blood...

"I’m actually somewhat eager, looking forward to traveling through the vast span of time and space, to see her again, to fulfill our final promise..."

As if possessed, Meng Lang spread his arms...

By the time he realized what he was doing, he had already tightly embraced the Yan Weiwei before him...

emm...

A cold sweat appeared on Meng Lang’s forehead.

As expected, the next moment.

"Slap!"

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