My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 36 - 35: Narrow Horizons

Chapter 36: Chapter 35: Narrow Horizons

Meng Lang couldn’t help but cover his face.

Of course, I knew buying a house, location is very important.

But I only knew that choosing wrong could lose you money, not that it could cost you your life...

The first page of "Siege" was still a picture of the packed building.

In the photo were Meng Lang holding a cellphone and a selfie with a strange woman.

Both were in hospital gowns, their faces worn but with a faint smile on their lips despite that.

Just like described in the book, she seemed to be a quiet girl with a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, and faint purple bruises could be seen on her face, marring the overall beauty of her facial features.

Meng Lang had no idea how many continuous days and nights one had to wear a protective mask to cause such bruising.

But he did know it must have been many ceaseless days and nights...

He took out his phone and searched for "Wu City" and "Ou Lu" as keywords.

Soon, the search results popped up.

[Ou Lu: Female, master’s degree, intern doctor at the Third Hospital of Wu City, graduated from Qingbei Medical Department and Qingbei Communicable Disease Medical College, with a Master’s degree in Clinical Medicine...]

There it was!

The Third Hospital of Wu City, huh...

Thanks to the omnipresent internet, Meng Lang quickly found the hospital he was looking for.

Uh, something feels off saying it that way, this damned sense of temporal confusion...

In the search results online, there was also a professional half-body photo of Ou Lu wearing a white lab coat.

Compared with the photo in "Siege", Ou Lu still looked a bit naive, but it was clearly the same person.

"An intern doctor? Looks like she must have just graduated not long ago. In 2 years, she should be able to advance to an attending physician, right?"

Meng Lang looked at the vibrant and youthful Ou Lu in the photo and couldn’t help but sigh.

Without any accidents, this doctor who loved to sing, was cheerful and optimistic, and in the prime of her youth, would also...

...in that upcoming pandemic, meet her fate.

"X-type virus... What kind of virus could cause such serious consequences?"

Meng Lang’s hometown was in a small mountain village more than two hundred kilometers away from Wu City, and he also spent his four-year college life in Wu City, so he was not unfamiliar with the city.

One could say that aside from the mega-metropolises like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, Wu City and Su City, where he resided, were both able to rank among the top ten new first-tier cities in the country.

In addition to being the provincial capital, Wu City was also the only deputy-provincial-level city among the six provinces in the central region, located in the geographical center of the country and an important industrial base and comprehensive transportation hub.

Such a thoroughfare with a population over ten million.

It’s hard to imagine just how dire the situation had to be for the authorities to make such a decision.

Even during the 2002 outbreak of the f virus, there hadn’t been such a major response.

But Meng Lang knew that the decision must have been a difficult and painful one.

This also indirectly indicated the terror of the X virus.

"I seem to remember, the first volume of ’Miserable Life’ also mentioned this incident..."

Meng Lang recalled carefully.

[That year’s end, the child was born prematurely, a big healthy boy weighing 7.7 pounds, with blood type B.

The sky outside was filled with fireworks, as if the entire world was celebrating for me...

Even the outbreak of the pandemic the following year couldn’t dilute even the slightest bit of my joy...]

"Yes! That’s it!" Meng Lang smacked his palm with his right hand.

"In just over a month, the situation has become so critical. It seems that this virus spreads very quickly and is exceedingly harmful.

What’s unknown is just how long it lasted and the specifics of the casualties..."

Due to being isolated from the outside world, "Siege" didn’t provide many clues and even the developments after the event were not clear.

But no matter, Meng Lang said he had no shortage of one thing, and that’s people!

One "Meng Lang" falls, but countless others follow relentlessly; now tell me if that scares you.

Following a refresh rate of one update per day... in theory, I could produce 365 in a year!

No matter how many pitfalls there are, I can still fill them all!

If he wanted, couldn’t he simply send several "clones" deep into danger zones to easily obtain the intelligence?

That’s right, it’s somewhat costly to be so reckless with these "Meng Langs."

"Strange, why has such a big event only been briefly mentioned in ’Miserable Life’ while other versions of my autobiography never touched upon it?"

He began to ponder this question.

’Miserable Life’ had a lifespan of 18 years.

’My Struggle’ had a lifespan of 10 years.

’Late Justice’ had a lifespan of 10 years.

’Living’ lasted only 3 months.

’Siege’ lasted nearly 2 years.

Based on the lifespans of the first three volumes, it was entirely possible to have experienced the entire pandemic, so why were there only bits and pieces left behind?

Does this imply that the amount of information this book can convey is limited, hence each "clone" can only choose the most crucial ’intelligence’ of "this lifetime" to convey to themselves?

Meng Lang stroked the copy of ’Siege’ in his hands...

Had the book... gotten thicker?

He reopened the book, "1, 2, 3... 2887!"

Counting the punctuation marks, there were a total of 2887 characters!

Meng Lang carefully recalled that he remembered ’Miserable Life’ initially had just seven or eight hundred characters, followed by ’My Struggle’ with eight or nine hundred characters, then ’Late Justice’ with over fifteen hundred characters... up to nearly 3000 characters this time.

In terms of length, this seemed like an increasing process.

Could it be... that this "autobiography" isn’t just a "rare item," but a "growable equipment"?

"Is it just a coincidence, or is it because the loopholes in space and time are getting bigger, thus allowing the ’autobiography’ to ’smuggle’ more and more information over?

Or perhaps, because I have changed the future, the future’s spacetime smuggling techniques have become more advanced, allowing the transmission of more information?"

Meng Lang couldn’t figure it out.

However, he suddenly thought in the opposite direction.

What if this "autobiography" isn’t like squeezing toothpaste as he thought, and could transmit information without restrictions, then he could certainly pull off an extreme maneuver!

What’s there to fear about a pandemic?

The next volume’s "me" could simply survive for another ten years, then find a top-notch related medical paper, and just use copy ninjutsu to submit it to the prestigious medical journal ’Willow Leaf Flying Blade.’

Or say, live until the very end, just copy the formula for the miracle drug, start a pharmaceutical company, apply for a patent, and once it hits the market... world peace!

A win-win situation!

Who says a literature major can’t be knowledgeable in medicine? Who forbids me from self-learning and becoming a cross-disciplinary "Sage"?

No, no, I’m still not thinking big enough, my steps are still too small!

If the length isn’t limited, then...

Who says my autobiography can’t update with a million words daily?

’A Hundred Years of Solitude’, ’A Thousand Years of Waiting’, ’Five Thousand Years of Chinese Civilization’, ’A Brief History of the Solar System’, ’Galaxy Chronicles’, ’The End of the Universe’...

He didn’t just imagine the next volume; he even had titles for the grand finale.

The only fear... by then, a single bookshelf might not be enough.

Should he rent a warehouse in advance to prepare?

If he really could create a future version of the "Complete Library" for himself...

History, humanities, arts, society, economics, technology...

My God, am I about to plagiarize the whole future of human civilization?

The longer I live, the more I can plagiarize.

Isn’t this too thrilling?

Could this be the correct way to use this "autobiography"?

I’m sorry, my former self... I was thinking too small!