Chapter 124: This Kid Must Have Studied Investigation

“You say he’s ruthless, courageous, resourceful, and capable—I can believe that. But as for being able to predict the future or tell prophecies, that’s probably just a trick to sway people’s hearts!

After all, from ancient times to now, when ordinary people fall into despair, they’re always especially prone to believing all sorts of things. Otherwise, if he was really that amazing, why hasn’t the government recruited him?”

After Su Dai finished speaking, she glanced at Sun Jingtao, who was frowning, and changed the subject:

“Speaking of prophecies, I remember before the heatwave hit, there were people from several countries constantly posting apocalypse warnings on Weibo. Now those people were the real experts!

It’s just that, at the time, everyone thought it was a joke. And since those IPs were all from overseas, most people assumed it was hostile foreign forces trying to stir up trouble on our domestic sites, so nobody took it seriously.

Do you think, if the internet hadn’t crashed, the authorities in those countries would be searching for the people who posted those apocalypse warnings?”

“They probably would. Sure, the internet’s down and the power’s out, but that’s just from the perspective of ordinary folks.

Whether at home or abroad, the higher-ups in government or the military still have plenty of equipment and technology to keep things running as usual.

It’s just that those resources are limited in scope, and regular people like us don’t have access to them.”

After Sun Jingtao finished, he got up and went over to Tian Jiliang, checked his breathing, then lifted his eyelids for a look.

He took a mercury thermometer and checked his temperature. Once he was sure everything was fine, he came back to the table.

“Actually, I suspect that all those ‘foreigners’ posting about the apocalypse were probably just one person, and that person was likely from our own country. Their goal wasn’t to stir up panic, but to warn our people to prepare in advance,” Ye Qing said, fingers interlaced on the table as he analyzed.

Hearing this, Jiang Yan glanced at him subconsciously.

This guy—did he study investigation or something?

Every time he analyzes, he hits the nail on the head.

“Come on, how’s that possible? The IPs were different, the accounts were different, even the countries were different. Who’s that skilled and has that much time on their hands?” Su Dai said, incredulous.

“Maybe he happened to be traveling the world, or maybe he was stockpiling supplies globally. Some weapons and energy sources are much easier to get abroad than here.

As for the IPs and accounts, those are just ways to protect himself. It’s a pity I didn’t believe it at the time. Only after the heatwave hit did I remember and realize he probably really knew something.

No matter what, this person’s resources and abilities are far beyond most people’s,” Ye Qing finished, frowning slightly before changing the subject. “So I suspect that Ma Longbiao isn’t just pretending to be mysterious—he probably knows something too, just like that person.”

Jiang Yan didn’t know how the topic had shifted to her.

But she kept a calm, focused expression, just like a bystander enjoying the show.

Su Dai found Ye Qing’s analysis made a lot of sense:

“So if he’s one of our own, would the government try to find him? But his IP was overseas, so probably not. I remember before the apocalypse, people using fruit phones couldn’t have any of their user info handed over to our authorities.”

“With the whole world facing disaster, governments are likely to cooperate. Tracing IPs and that kind of info wouldn’t be a secret anymore.

Quietly working together to find that person wouldn’t be hard,” Ye Qing said, then looked at Jiang Yan, who had been silent. “What do you think, Jiang Yan?”

Jiang Yan glanced at him and smiled noncommittally. “Even if you found him now, it’s too late. The best time to prepare is long gone.”

Exactly.

The heatwave destroyed a batch of supplies.

The torrential rain ruined another batch.

When the rain finally stopped, people thought they could salvage what was left.

But then everything froze.

And just as they got the equipment ready to dig things out, there was an earthquake.

It was just one disaster after another.

But that was all in the past.

As for whether the government would come looking for her because of a few pre-apocalypse warning posts, Jiang Yan really didn’t know.

Still, Ye Qing’s words reminded her that she needed to be more low-key and careful in the future.

She didn’t want to be treated like some kind of freak and hauled off for dissection or research.

“Yeah, you’re right. Now all the supplies are either spoiled or flooded. Other people facing the apocalypse can at least go out and scavenge, but us? All we’ve got is endless rain—nothing else,” Su Dai sighed as she glanced at the downpour outside and stood up.

She looked at Jiang Yan and said, “By the way, Jiang Yan, we called you over so early—you probably haven’t had breakfast yet, right? I’ll go make something, just wait a moment.”

“No need, really, I’m not very hungry. I was just about to head back,” Jiang Yan quickly waved her hands.

The room still smelled of blood, and honestly, she wanted to check on the progress bar for her space upgrade.

Once she’d checked on that, she was thinking about going downstairs to take a look.

After all, most of what she knew about the situation downstairs came from what the others had said.

It would be better to see for herself and get a more accurate picture.

“It’s no trouble at all—just need to pour some hot water, that’s all. Besides, we don’t have to clock in for work anymore, and there’s nothing else to do. Why not sit and chat a bit longer?” Su Dai said, already heading to the kitchen to fetch a few white porcelain bowls.

She also brought out two clear glass jars, one half-filled with golden roasted rice, the other with white sugar.

Since it would be rude to refuse, Jiang Yan didn’t insist.

“It’s cold—you need more carbs. Luckily, I still have some sugar left at home,” Su Dai said as she divided the roasted rice and sugar into the bowls.

Once she was done, she took out a thermos and poured in some pre-boiled water.

Sun Jingtao helped by bringing over a few porcelain spoons.

After stirring, the water cooled to the right temperature, and the roasted rice blossomed in the heat, turning into a fragrant, golden, sweet rice porridge.

This kind of food was nothing special in the past.

But in times like these, it was something many people could only dream of.

Some families, to save supplies, were down to two meals a day—or even just one.

“This roasted rice porridge is good for your stomach. Try it—if it’s not sweet enough, just add more sugar,” Su Dai said, handing her a bowl.

Su Dai had rarely eaten sugar before.

First, because she was a fitness coach, she was strict about her intake of carbs, protein, and fat.

Second, sugar ages your skin, so not only did she cut back on sugar, she even bought anti-glycation supplements.

But now, eating enough to stay healthy and keep up her strength was the most important thing.

All those old dietary restrictions were long gone."