The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 474 Disconnection from the Internet, Thus Transmigrating (Part Two) Experimental Subject

Night, 3601.

The suite was rather quiet; the television volume was turned down low, and only one viewer sat on the sofa.

Moreover, this viewer's attention was almost entirely off the television.

At that moment, the French windows on the balcony were opened, and Zeng Xiaoxian, wearing a yellow polka-dot pajama, walked in.

"Today is truly bizarre! Not only did the toilet race go wrong, but the internet also went down!"

Zeng Xiaoxian sighed and asked Zhang Wei, who was staring blankly at the TV or his pocket watch, "Zhang Wei, is your internet down?"

"Don't mention the internet to me, I've quit," Zhang Wei said, glancing at him.

To be precise, he officially quit the internet after returning from that dinner at school.

And obviously, it would be hard for the surfing enthusiasts in the apartment not to know about such a great feat.

Zeng Xiaoxian first said in a caring tone, "I know you're confused, don't be sad."

But then he changed his tone and chuckled, "However, I've looked at your homepage, and it's indeed quite well done."

"..."

Zhang Wei's breath hitched, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I don't want to comment. Justice will prevail."

"Teacher Zeng, is there internet next door?"

At this moment, Tang Youyou also walked out of the room with a dejected look on her face.

"Nothing's left. Computers are without internet cables, birds are without wings, and Sun Wukong is without his golden cudgel."

"Sigh! I was playing a game on Zhang Wei's homepage where you slap every woman a hundred times. I was about to get the highest score when my internet connection dropped."

"..."

Zhang Wei's face darkened: "I don't want to comment. Justice will prevail."

Once the website "Zhang Wei is a bastard" went online, it quickly spread around the apartment. Although it was created by female students from the performing arts department of the school, the victims were concentrated in the area near Love Apartment.

While "Zhang Wei" is the most common name in the country, if we narrow the scope to the "iPartment" franchise and consider age and occupation...

Lawyer Zhang Wei's reputation suffered greatly, and on his way back, he felt that everyone was looking at him strangely.

Especially young women.

Not only Zeng Xiaoxian and Tang Youyou appreciated this website, but when Hu Yifei, Wen Sheng, and Qin Yumo also came over to tease it, Zhang Wei, who didn't want to comment, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Do you bored people really believe that Zhang Wei is me? Anyone with an IQ over 20 knows that it was Ziqiao who did it!"

He had previously lamented that there was a scumbag even more awesome than Lu Ziqiao who had ruined twenty-four female students in the acting department, but it turned out that it was Lu Ziqiao who did it!

In the end, he still took the blame!
"Don't be modest. There are already over a million results for your name on Baidu. Keep up the good work, and you'll surpass Edison!" Hu Yifei laughed.

Hmm... Edison has so many entries, besides being a celebrity, there's also the infamous photo scandal that shocked the entire internet.

I also wanted to remind everyone to be careful when getting your computer repaired.

Zhang Wei's eyelids twitched violently, and he said angrily, "That's because my name is so common, that's why there are so many! OK?"

"So when I searched, I deliberately used 'Zhang Wei' plus 'bastard' as keywords, and the result was more than two million results."

"..."

Seeing Zhang Wei's constipated expression, Wen Sheng said with a smile, "I think I heard Zi Qiao mention before that you intercepted him on New Year's Eve and achieved such a brilliant result. After reviewing the situation, he felt it was necessary to copy your strategy, so..."

After a pause, Wen Sheng added with a smile, "Moreover, Zi Qiao was particularly excited after learning about this website, because he had always wanted to create a website to track how many girls he had dated, and this has directly fulfilled his long-cherished wish."

"..."

Zhang Wei said with a face full of resentment, "But now I'm the one being slandered!"

"Try to look on the bright side, Zhang Wei. Just treat this as your own glorious achievement, okay?" Hu Yifei added with a grin. "From now on, you, Zhang Wei, will be remembered in history!"

"..."

This name will likely be recorded not in the annals of history, but in the annals of history.

"boring!"

This was Zhang Wei's final assessment.

"Oh, right now, besides boredom, I really can't find any other word to describe how I feel," Tang Youyou sighed, hugging her plush toy.

"Even the most boring person isn't as bored as Zhang Wei, who's actually watching DVDs." Hu Yifei walked over with a smile, picked up the DVD case, and chuckled. "It's such an old movie, can't you change it up a bit?"

Zhang Wei picked up other discs nearby and said, "I also have discs about killing spies, killing lackeys, and killing traitors. Which one do you want to watch?"

“Zhang Wei, spy movies are actually quite good; they’re very effective at escaping reality!” Zeng Xiaoxian said with a smile, putting his arm around Zhang Wei’s shoulder.

Hu Yifei snorted: "I just don't understand, what's the big deal about a group of progressive youths assassinating a traitor? Wouldn't it be tiring to film a movie for two hours? Killing a traitor can be done in half an hour."

"Easy for you to say, why don't you try?" Zeng Xiaoxian scoffed at Hu Yifei's boasting.

"Don't disbelieve me, my great-grandmother was a progressive young woman, and the stories she told us were not like that at all."

Upon hearing this, Wen Sheng, who had just poured himself a glass of water, noticed something and knew what would happen next according to the original plot.

However, TV dramas are TV dramas, and that kind of artistic expression can present the story to the audience in the form of images. But now I am actually in this world, and I don't think I can hear anything from them.

So he laughed and said, "Yifei, could it be that your great-grandmother suddenly became incredibly powerful and blew up the Japanese headquarters?"

Hu Yifei was taken aback: "That's right, that's roughly the story."

"Huh?" Tang Youyou, who had been looking forward to it, was immediately disappointed. "What kind of story is this? Not only is there no plot, but there's also no sense of immersion at all."

"Sister, do you think this is a ghost story? You create an immersive experience as soon as the lights are off."

Hu Yifei rolled her eyes at her and snorted, "Besides, what's the point of so much plot? It's just padding out the runtime. The power of justice is invincible!"

“But justice always has to go through a lot of ups and downs before it can prevail,” professional actress Tang Youyou still disagreed.

"You've talked for so long, but the story hasn't developed at all!"

Suddenly, Guan Gu's head popped out from the corner of the sofa, startling everyone.

Upon seeing Guan Gu, Tang Youyou snorted and turned her head to the other side.

The young couple had a big argument about Guan Gu Shenqi unilaterally refusing the film crew's invitation on behalf of Tang Youyou, and they're still holding a grudge!
Seeing this, Qin Yumo subconsciously leaned on Wen Sheng's shoulder and said, "If I had known, I should have downloaded 'Prison Break' beforehand when I was watching it on PPS, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here like this now."

Qin Yumo summed up everyone's current state in one sentence: they were just sitting there watching the DVD that Zhang Wei hadn't finished playing yet.

However, even after the disc finished playing, the apartment's internet still hadn't come back on.

Seeing that Zhang Wei was about to continue watching the spy movie, Hu Yifei quickly stopped him, saying, "That's enough, Zhang Wei, aren't you bored?!"

"I don't want to do anything else until my reputation is restored."

At this moment, Tang Youyou said as if she had resigned herself to her fate, "Sister Yifei, if you're still not interested, there's nothing else we can do besides watch spy movies, and the stories you tell aren't engaging either."

"Damn, why isn't my story engaging? That's because I haven't told it yet!"

“Wen Sheng just explained your story in one sentence, and it’s not interesting for us to just listen to it like this,” Zeng Xiaoxian chimed in.

Hearing this, Hu Yifei was immediately displeased. She gritted her teeth, and then, seeing the pocket watch in Zhang Wei's hand, she immediately realized something. After taking the pocket watch, Hu Yifei smiled and said, "By the way, let me tell you a secret. Actually, besides mind reading, I've recently learned another skill."

"Don't even mention mind reading, it's all fake!" Guan Gu, who hadn't made up with Tang Youyou yet, said.

On New Year's Eve, Master Mori completely shattered his illusions about mind reading.

“I’m not talking about mind reading, but rather…” Hu Yifei pinched the chain, making the pocket watch swing back and forth, “hypnosis.”

"..."

A long silence fell over the living room, followed by bursts of laughter.

"Wow, that's amazing, it's a lame joke."

"It really got cold."

"..."

Wen Sheng smiled as he looked at his pocket watch. The watch had indeed had a rather strange effect when the psychologist used it on him; otherwise, he wouldn't have kept it for almost a year.

But if you're talking about Hu Yifei using this pocket watch to hypnotize someone, Wen Sheng would rather believe that Hu Yifei's great-grandmother could actually blow up the Japanese headquarters.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Hu Yifei angrily exclaimed, "Damn it! Haven't you guys seen Inception?"

"You mean, you're going to steal our bank card PINs in your dreams?" This time it was Zeng Xiaoxian's turn to mock her.

Hu Yifei glared at him: "What I mean is, I learned it from the movies. When the time comes, you guys stare at the pocket watch, pretending to be hypnotized, and I'll tell a story to create a psychological suggestion. That way, you'll feel immersed."

"..."

Another lame joke.

The idea popped into everyone's mind.

When Hu Yifei saw that everyone was silent but looking at her with the kind of eyes that looked at an idiot, she immediately took a deep breath to suppress her anger and then began her "hypnosis".

In the quiet living room, the wristwatch swayed with the movement of her wrist, attracting everyone's attention to sway along with it.

"Looking at this watch, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale... Empty your mind, inhale and exhale in rhythm with the swinging of this watch... Long, long ago, in a dark age, traitors and lackeys were the special products of that era..."

In the living room, Hu Yifei guided everyone like a true hypnotist, however…

"Ah~ Sister Yifei, I think your 'hypnosis' is quite effective. I'm thinking of going back to my room to sleep. Maybe the internet will be back when I get up," Tang Youyou couldn't help but say.

As soon as she spoke, the others echoed her.

"Yes, Yifei, it's rare that I'm not doing a live stream tonight, so I should get some rest."

"I suddenly remembered that although I didn't download 'Prison Break,' there are other shows I can watch, and I can't stay up late."

"..."

The reason we didn't laugh out loud was because we didn't want to immediately mock Hu Yifei, but who would have thought she would actually do something so pointless?
Just as Hu Yifei was getting into the mood for a proper story, she immediately lost her temper, threw her pocket watch at Wen Sheng, and said angrily, "Damn it, you're so reluctant to tell me a story! I'm not doing this anymore, I'm going to sleep!"

After saying that, she went upstairs to her room and slammed the door shut.

The group in the living room looked at each other, and finally, this story after the internet outage ended with everyone going home and to their own beds.

However, when Wen Sheng was the only one left, he looked at the pocket watch in his hand and felt that something was not quite right.

Wen Sheng shook his pocket watch, and faint, invisible ripples seemed to gradually spread outwards.

"Is it an illusion?"

As night deepened, the people in the two apartment suites seemed to drift into the same dream.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Winter of 193X, a city in Northeast China that had fallen to the Japanese.

Heavy snowflakes drifted down from the sky, covering this high-latitude city in a thick layer of silver.

Several inches of snow can transform this city standing at the northern end of the city after it wakes up, and can also cover its hideous and terrifying face.

The sky hung low, and gray-white clouds pressed down on the Russian-style dome. The falling snowflakes not only formed snow piles that fell from the roof, but also caused the Rising Sun Flag above the dome to droop, clinging tightly to the flagpole and unable to flutter.

"boom……"

A yellow-green Type 94 military truck, led by a Type 97 Rikuo three-wheeled motorcycle, drove out of a mental hospital. Behind the truck, which was covered by a gray-green canvas cloak, followed an uncovered troop carrier carrying a dozen Japanese soldiers. Further behind, a small squad of Japanese soldiers ran alongside.

When the Japanese army marched through the streets in such a grand manner, the vendors and pedestrians dressed in drab, tattered coats hurriedly made way for them. Women wearing kimonos or Western-style dresses under their coats moved aside in their galoshes or rubber boots, but they did not appear flustered.

After the group of Japanese soldiers left, the streets, which had been quiet for a while, were filled with whispers in Chinese, Japanese, English, Russian and other languages.

People speculated about what kind of operation this was, and where these Japanese troops were going.

Finally, they were all buried in the cries of vendors, the ringing of bicycle bells, and shouts.

To the surprise of those who witnessed the scene, the Japanese troops did not head out of the city to conduct military operations as they had guessed, but instead drove towards the desolate mountains.

They stopped in front of the heavily guarded iron gate of a base on the mountainside.

The Japanese guards quickly came over to check their identities. A Japanese soldier with glasses and the rank of lieutenant in the truck's passenger seat handed him a piece of paper. The guard saluted, immediately ran back to report to his superiors, and then signaled for the iron gate to be opened so they could pass through.

After the vehicles entered the base, the Japanese soldiers dispersed to rest. A group of Japanese soldiers from the base quickly came to replace them and escorted them until the trucks drove over the parade ground, over the bungalow area, and over a deep pit whose purpose was unknown. After winding around for about ten minutes, they finally arrived at a cave that was also guarded by iron gates and heavy troops.

Upon arrival, the lieutenant and driver in the truck had to get out. After a thorough inspection, the driver left, and a while later, the iron gate of the cave was opened, and a Japanese soldier wearing a mask drove the truck inside.

Behind the cave, the dim yellow electric lights extended along the smooth stone-paved road to the darker areas.

After the truck slowly drove for another ten minutes or so, the dim light brightened, and another iron gate appeared in front of them. However, this time there were no heavy guards in front of the gate, and the gate was already open.

The lieutenant who had just disappeared was now standing in front of the door, wearing a white coat over his military uniform and a mask on his face.

Standing next to him was a Japanese soldier dressed similarly, who looked much older, with deep wrinkles etched on his face.

His white coat concealed his rank, but the lieutenant seemed to treat him with great respect.

Behind the two men stood twenty soldiers, also wearing masks and white coats, waiting for them, except that each group of four was assigned a flatbed handcart for hauling goods.

The truck stopped in front of them, the driver got out, saluted, and pushed it aside. The lieutenant waved, and the Japanese soldiers behind him walked past them to the back of the truck and opened the cargo bed.

Then we saw them unload five large iron boxes from the truck, put them on a handcart, push them through the iron gate, and then transport them down to a deeper part of the mountain via a lift, or what could be called an elevator of this era.

“Teacher, these five test subjects survived the first two rounds of experiments.” The lieutenant said, handing a document to the old man beside him.

"This is a detailed record of the data of the five experimental subjects."

"Ah."

The old man took the data and looked through it. The lieutenant then said, "Among these five test subjects, the data of test subject number one is the most outstanding and the most stable. The other test subjects occasionally approach the critical value of collapse."

In fact, the lieutenant didn't need to explain much; the Japanese soldier he called his teacher was already glued to the first page of data.

After a long silence, the old man finally spoke: "There is hope for the Empire's Amaterasu Project."

At this moment, on the first page of the document in his eyes, besides the complicated data records, there were two lines of text at the very top.

[No.: One]

[Old name: Hu Xiaofei]

(End of this chapter)