Chapter 90

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

But judging from the big fish over a meter long in the back seat, it was a miracle that he didn't get lost at his own door today.

After getting off the bicycle, the old man took out the day's newspaper from the mailbox covered 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 first played with his golden retriever for a while before sitting on the sofa.

But in this process, a letter slipped out of the newspaper roll and fell to the floor.

The old man took a gold-rimmed monocle out of his shirt pocket, wiped it clean, put it on, picked up the envelope, and looked at it.

It had many official organization logos and seals on it, which made him have to take it seriously.

He opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and saw 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, and also 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 can understand this meme from the classic movie "The Matrix," and we use this 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 then believe what you are willing 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—"

Obviously, White Black was tempted.

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

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

When he returned, one person and one dog, each had a plate of grilled fish fillets, and as for himself, there was also braised fish, fish head tofu soup...

Time approached 17:00, and the whole 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 characters appearing on the screen, the old man was not surprised, let alone astonished; he just leaned back slightly, put his right leg on his left leg, clasped his hands together, and placed them on his right leg.

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

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

At this time, the camera gave a shot to an elderly lady.

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

However, in her, the competence of a strong woman and the kindness of an elder, two conflicting temperaments, were perfectly integrated.

And in front of her, there was a nameplate.

Two lines of text were written on the nameplate:

The first line was "Foundation";

The second line was "O5-8."

Taking the microphone, the lady raised her head and looked at the audience outside the screen:

"Hello, citizens of Blue Star."

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

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

As her speech began, various pictures about the origin of existence flashed on the screen:

On an ancient stone wall, a giant figure kneaded mud into a human shape;

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

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

Almost all civilizations, whether they had perished or were still alive, their ancient myths and legends were displayed one by one on the screen.

Novel group: 984177810

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

"We convened this meeting, together with representatives from major organizations dealing with anomalies, to declare to the world. Although to some extent, what we declared is already known to everyone."

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

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

"One."

"Ah? How many?"

"Funny!"

"This is indeed big news."

"Laughing to death, thinking that the Foundation will also perform memory erasure on the parties involved in anomalous events, I laugh until my stomach hurts; those people must be so unlucky."

"I'm more concerned about who this chosen one is, that the whole world is experiencing anomalous events, but only he was left out. I don't know whether to say he's lucky or unlucky."

"That must be lucky! If you really encounter those terrible anomalies, such as 'The Old Man,' 'Hard-to-Destroy Reptile,' 'Flesh That Hates,' 'Zombie Virus,' how many people can survive?"

"What else can't be seen about the chosen one? Isn't it the old Mr. White Black in the picture? But I suddenly remembered the Foundation's old friend, Dr. White; could there be any connection between them?"

"Who knows? Some civilizations put surnames at the beginning, 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 Luofu Luofu Xianzhou, they are all things like Dazhuang, Xiaomei. If the storyteller in the teahouse hasn't fallen asleep, I guess this old gentleman would be called 'Old Handsome' again."

In the picture, the speech continued.

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

"Please note that all organizations have unanimously agreed: fundamentally speaking, this change will not change 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 questions, you can call the following number."

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

"Ah?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, seemingly unsatisfied.

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

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

It was worn out, and many places were already covered in patina.

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, there were two lines of text shining with golden light:

"Administrator";

"Administrator."

Seeking subscription!

— Author's Notes —

...Seeking flowers...