Chapter 164

He wore a smile, as if he had encountered something worth being happy about today.

However, judging by the large fish over a meter long on the back seat, it was a miracle he hadn't gotten lost at his own doorstep today.

Getting off the bicycle, the old man took out the day's newspaper from the mailbox plastered with small advertisements.

Subsequently, the old man pushed the bike into the courtyard, carrying the huge prey on his back, and returned to the house with the newspaper tucked under his arm.

Closing the door, the old man played with his golden retriever for a while before sitting on the sofa.

But in the process, a letter slid out from the newspaper roll and fell onto the floor.

The old man took a gold-rimmed monocle from his shirt pocket, wiped it clean, put it on, picked up the envelope, and held it up to his eyes to examine it.

It bore the logos and seals of numerous official organizations, forcing him to take it seriously.

He opened the envelope and unfolded the letter, seeing only a few short lines written on it:

【Dear Mr. White Black:】

【We are very sorry to disturb your life in this way.】

【However, after our careful consideration, we ultimately believe that you have the right to know the truth, as well as the right to choose to continue living your current life.】

【And we leave the right to choose whether to take the red pill or the blue pill to you.】

【We hope you understand this reference from the classic movie "The Matrix," which we use to explain to you what will happen next.】

【Take the blue pill: The story ends there, you will still wake up in your own bed and believe what you want to believe.】

【Take the red pill: You can continue to stay in this world, and we will show you how deep this "rabbit hole" goes.】

【If you wish to witness how deep the "rabbit hole" goes, please turn on the TV at 17:00 and watch any TV station; conversely, please do not watch TV programs between 17:00 and 18:00.】

"Wow—"

Clearly, White Black was tempted.

Watching his golden dog circle the fish incessantly, White Black first dotingly scratched its chin, making it emit a unique sound.

Then he stood up and walked to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When he returned, one man and one dog, each with a plate of grilled fish fillets; as for himself, there was also braised fish and fish head tofu soup…

As time approached 17:00, the entire room was dyed in the warm colors of the evening.

White Black put down his chopsticks and turned on the TV, wanting to see what wonderful changes would happen to this world after "taking the red pill."

He turned the channel to a local station, but the boring war movie that should have appeared on the screen was replaced by a scene of a conference room, filled with mysterious figures wearing clothes printed with various strange symbols.

Looking at the figures appearing on the screen, the old man was not surprised, let alone astonished; he just leaned back slightly, crossed his right leg over his left, and placed his hands with fingers interlaced on his right leg.

With a smile on his face, he watched the people on the screen.

It was as if he were looking forward to a performance.

At this moment, the camera cut to an elderly lady.

The skin on her face was somewhat sagging, as if she hadn't put much effort into maintenance, or perhaps it was intentional.

However, in her, the sharpness of a career woman and the kindness of an elder—two conflicting temperaments—were perfectly fused together.

And in front of her sat a nameplate.

Two lines were written on the nameplate:

The first line was "Foundation";

The second line was "O5-8."

Taking the microphone, the lady looked up at the audience outside the screen:

"Hello, citizens of Blue Star."

"Almost none of you will be impacted by what I am about to say, but all myths are true."

"The laws of physics are more like a construct; the world is composed of monsters, gods, and the power of humans to rewrite reality."

As her speech began, various images regarding the origin of existence flashed across the screen:

On an ancient stone wall, a giant figure molded mud into human shapes;

In an orchard full of fruit trees, a man and a woman were frolicking unrestrainedly;

· ·Seeking flowers·· ·········

A god with three heads and six arms bathed in divine light, holding the world and various treasures in his hands;

…

Almost all civilizations, whether already extinct or still in existence, had their ancient myths and legends displayed one by one on the screen.

Novel group: 984177810

"My name is O5-8, one of the leaders of the Foundation."

"We have convened this meeting, together with representatives from major organizations that deal with anomalies, to announce to the world. Although, to some extent, what we are announcing is already known to everyone."

Speaking of this, she smiled, exchanged glances with the representatives around her, and continued:

"Yes, we have aggregated the data and double-checked it. The number of people who have had zero contact with anomalies of any kind in the world is approximately…"

"One."

…

"Huh? How many?"

"Lol!"

"This is indeed big news."

"Laughing to death. Just thinking that the Foundation would perform memory erasure on people who have experienced anomalous events makes my stomach ache from laughing. Those people must be so unlucky."

"I'm more curious about who this 'chosen one' is. The whole world is experiencing anomalous events, yet only he was left out. I don't know whether to call him lucky or unlucky."

"That's definitely lucky! If you really encountered those terrible containment objects, like 'The Terror Old Man,' 'The Undying Reptile,' 'The Abominable Flesh,' or 'Zombie Virus,' how many people could survive?"

"What else is there to see about the 'chosen one'? Isn't it just Mr. White Black in the picture? But I suddenly remembered an old friend of the Foundation, Dr. White. Could there be any connection between them?"

"Who knows? Some civilizations put the surname first, some in the middle, some at the end, and some have no surnames. Maybe 'White' is just a common word, a coincidence?"

"That's true. Like the most common nicknames in our Xianzhou, they're all things like 'Big Strong' or 'Little Beauty.' If the storyteller in the teahouse hasn't fallen asleep yet, this old gentleman would probably be called 'Old Handsome' again."

…

On the screen, the speech continued.

"This meeting represents a message: the veil has been lifted, and the disguise no longer exists. Clearly, this has been the case for many years, but no one noticed."

"Please note that all organizations have unanimously agreed: fundamentally, this change will not alter the goal of influencing people."

"For the Foundation, the purpose of maintaining the basic normality of the world and allowing life to continue to exist will not change. It is still worth protecting, and we will continue to do so."

"As for…"

"Mr. White Black, if you have any further questions, please call the following number."

Some numbers flashed briefly on the screen, and then the conference room disappeared, just in time for the weather forecast.

"Huh?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, seemingly unsatisfied.

He shook his head, then took a wallet from his inner pocket and opened the inner compartment.

With a "clatter," a badge fell out and lay flat on the coffee table.

It was somewhat heavily worn, with many parts already polished smooth.

But one could still vaguely see the image of a young man with black hair and black eyes, an icon composed of a circle and three arrows.

At the very bottom of the badge were two lines of text shining with golden light:

【Administrator】;

【Administrator】.

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