Xu Tong took the high-speed train to City K and flew back by plane. It was already noon when he returned. The operation went smoothly.
It was hard to tell, but Ye Huai seemed to be quite wealthy. There were actually over 800,000 yuan in his bank account. And Xu Tong also found many "white powder" in Ye Huai's house. Although he didn't know where Ye Huai, who had no job or social subsidies, got them from, it was normal considering he was an author.
Since it was inconvenient to carry too much gasoline upstairs, Xu Tong had rented a garage downstairs in advance and was now directing two movers to move the oil into the garage.
The gasoline was bought at a gas station. Usually, gas stations do not provide containers, but money makes things easier. After adding an extra 2,000 yuan, the gas station immediately delivered the goods to Xu Tong's building downstairs.
There were a total of 5 barrels of gasoline, 200 liters in total, sealed tightly. The containers were those common blue iron barrels with a height of 930 millimeters. "93#" was marked in red paint on top, representing the octane rating of 93 standard gasoline.
The movers carefully moved each barrel into the garage and arranged them neatly.
"Brother, why did you buy so much gasoline? The prices haven't increased these days." One of the movers, seeing the empty garage with nothing in it, couldn't help but be curious.
"My relatives drive for business and can't find gas stations, so I'm stocking up for them." Xu Tong casually made up a lie.
"You've made a loss. It would be much better to directly purchase from the oil depot. Gas stations sell at retail prices, so you've probably spent several hundred more..." The mover said halfway, suddenly realizing that his words were foolish. The other party spent thousands of yuan just to buy barrels, obviously not lacking money. Why would they care about the price of oil?
Xu Tong nodded, expressing his gratitude for the worker's kindness.
After seeing off the two movers, Xu Tong lingered in front of the garage door for a moment. Once he confirmed that there were no pedestrians around, he waved towards upstairs.
Soon, a short figure draped in a black cloak emerged from the hallway. A shadow covered their face under the hood, but when they entered the garage and gently lifted the hood, a waterfall of black hair cascaded down. Each strand of hair seemed to have been meticulously calculated in length, briefly swaying in the air and presenting a unique beauty.
-Xu Tong believed that beauty hides something dark.
Xu Fang tapped each barrel with their fingers, then turned to look at Xu Tong. "Didn't you say you wanted a ton? 93 octane gasoline has a density of only 0.725g/ml, and these barrels aren't even full. The total weight is less than 700 kilograms, which won't fill the energy."
Although the demon eye covered by colored contact lenses was still black, it wasn't as terrifying. At least Xu Tong didn't feel fear when looking at Xu Fang.
Xu Tong realized his mistake when hearing Xu Fang's words.
"It's my mistake. I'll go buy more now..."
"No need. I'm in a hurry. Nine-tenths will do for now."
"Um, your voice... why..." Xu Tong had wanted to ask this question since seeing Xu Fang.
"Oh, I just learned how to speak. This voice belongs to my original form. Gussy~"
"Understood."
Xu Tong pushed his glasses and remained calm. There was no turmoil in his heart. Even if Xu Fang turned back into a man at this moment, or turned into a ball covered with tentacles, he wouldn't be surprised. Instead, he felt it was only natural.
After spending some time with the author, Xu Tong's worldview had changed significantly. He believed that his ability to accept things had become stronger. Perhaps a strong psychological resilience was developed through such experiences.
In fact, Xu Tong was currently in a "numb phase," just like a survivor who hadn't fully recovered yet. In a while, the lingering fear would come crashing back...
To ensure secrecy, Xu Tong closed the garage door and stood guard outside. Therefore, he didn't see the process of Xu Fang "feeding," but it didn't hinder Xu Tong's imagination.
Thinking about a young girl holding a gasoline barrel much larger than herself and pouring it into her mouth, he felt it was strange.
No, it should be done through another method...
Lost in his thoughts, ten minutes passed, and Xu Fang knocked on the garage door.
There were significant changes inside the garage. The walls seemed to have been coated with carbon powder, leaving black marks everywhere. The lids of the five barrels in the middle were open, and there was not a drop of gasoline inside.The temperature in the garage did not rise, and was even slightly cool.
"Because time is limited and the combustion is incomplete, a lot of carbon has been wasted. Clean it up yourself." Xu Fang pulled his hood back up, covering his face.
"Ready, I'm leaving."
"Wait, what about the hundreds of thousands of dollars that Ye Huai still has..."
"You can keep it for yourself." He replied succinctly.
"Is there anything else I need to do?"
"Exercise, stay healthy, and call me whenever you need help. Oh...there's one more thing, although you might not know, just consider it a casual question."
"Yes?"
Xu Fang turned his back to Xu Tong and slowly walked into the sunlight. Under the sunlight, his figure appeared somewhat lonely.
"What do you think, is there a second 'Ye Huai'?"
Since the theory of the infinite box exists, there must also be the theory of the "infinite author". Killing Ye Huai doesn't necessarily prove that one has completely escaped the control of the "Creator". Perhaps Xu Fang is still under the control of some other author. Ye Huai's death is not a result of Xu Fang's victory, but rather just what that author wanted - for Ye Huai to die.
"..."
Xu Tong stared at Xu Fang in confusion, not understanding his meaning. While he was staring, Xu Fang had already disappeared from his sight.
"Goodbye."
People often feel fear of the unknown, which gives rise to terrifying hypotheses such as the "Farmer Theory," "Parallel Universe," and "Fermi Paradox."
Xu Fang remained indifferent to the "Infinite Author Theory". As long as he is unaware of the existence of the "Creator," he assumes to be in a state of chaos. Truman's tragedy occurred because he discovered that his world was false. If Truman had a normal life, experiencing birth, aging, illness, and death, that would still be a happy life.
...
Standing at the top of a several dozen-story tall building, Xu Fang silently looked down at countless worlds. In his hand, he held a large bag filled with small pieces of paper, each about the size of a banknote, amounting to tens of thousands of pieces.
The invisibility cloak was really useful. It was effortless for Xu Fang to perform tasks like "sneaking into the H City printing center, printing a bunch of documents, and leaving without anyone noticing".
These pieces of paper were Xu Fang's little gift to the K organization, filled with unfavorable information about it. Xu Fang believed that the leader of the K organization would be ecstatic upon seeing the notes and would want to personally "thank" Xu Fang.
If Xu Fang were to leave H City, the K organization would eventually cause trouble for Hu Ying and Xu Tong. Xu Tong may, for now, be considered a tool by Xu Fang, as he has not yet fulfilled his purpose. Therefore, Xu Fang planned to take the initiative to create trouble for the K organization, not letting them have too much leisure time.
Isn't the K organization an illegal organization in Z country? The country won't tolerate them establishing a five-dimensional base here, right? If the Guardians knew that the K organization had such a base, what actions would they take?
They definitely wouldn't sit and watch.
Alright then, let's begin.
Entering the invisible state, Xu Fang leaped from the top of the hundreds of meter tall building, rapidly descending.
Controlling his energy, Xu Fang compressed himself into a flat shape.
Under the resistance, Xu Fang's descent speed slowed down and, in the posture of a glider, propelled himself forward using the force of his own gravity, rapidly moving ahead.
The small pieces of paper in the bag fell in the gusty wind, carrying deadly information as they curled and spiraled towards the ground.
No one could see Xu Fang, but his pieces of paper left a brief and noticeable "trail cloud" in the sky. Many people on the ground saw this phenomenon from afar, feeling greatly astonished.
Some people quickly took out their phones to take pictures, while others rushed towards the landing spot of the "trail cloud," wanting to see what had fallen.
Later, this incident made the news. Although most media claimed it was a prank, some people didn't think so. The underground currents in H City surged, and not long after, a secret unit was secretly mobilized.Of course, the subsequent development has nothing to do with Xu Fang, the instigator. At this moment, he is lying in the landing gear compartment of the plane flying to S City.
S City is where the headquarters of JuChuan Group is located. Currently, Luo Xiaoming should still be in Country M. She and Luo Qingyuan seem to have changed their phone numbers. In short, Xu Fang cannot contact them. He can only go to the headquarters and find other family members of Luo Xiaoming to understand the situation.
He also considered using the energy shield to fly directly to S City - Gussy has already unlocked the ability to fly.
But after calculating, Xu Fang found that there was not enough energy. Because in addition to performing tasks, maintaining the existence of the energy shield also requires continuous energy consumption, which is not low.
Furthermore, he cannot always remain invisible in the air. It is very easy to be observed by the ground, so he chose to take the plane. Without an ID card, Xu Fang, this illegal immigrant, can only sneak in.
The narrow and cold landing gear compartment at an altitude of ten thousand meters makes Xu Fang a bit uncomfortable.
"I didn't expect that the first time I would take a plane would be in such a place."