My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 2 No, this yellow sky is acceptable too?

To be honest, Huang Tian immediately thought that the best use of his superpower was in gathering intelligence.

For example, any individual or organization that tries to investigate him or is detrimental to him will immediately be exposed to him when his name is mentioned.

He could easily use the intelligence he obtained to deal with the situation and protect himself.

Or perhaps he joins an organization or serves the country.

In this way, if our personnel successfully infiltrate the enemy's secret location, they only need to whisper the words "Huang Tian".

From hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of miles away, Huang Tian can clearly see everything happening in the secret location, without our personnel having to risk their lives to transmit information to the outside world.

just.

"The risk is too high, so we're not considering it for now."

Huang Tian did not think he needed to make a choice immediately.

He has only had superpowers for less than a month, and his superpowers may change in the future. If they become stronger, he will continue to study them and constantly improve himself.

If nothing changes, then consider cooperating with the authorities. What does it matter if it's being studied?
In any case, cutting the sample is absolutely out of the question. A living sample is infinitely more valuable than a dead one, and no researcher with a brain would let it die.

Huang Tian shook his head. "You're thinking too far ahead. Let's go eat first."

He picked up the key from the table, opened the apartment door, closed it, and walked down to the third floor at a leisurely pace.

Pushing open the half-rusty unit door, a wave of scorching heat immediately hit him, enveloping his entire body and causing Huang Tian to frown.

Directly opposite the apartment building's entrance is a newly renovated street, its surface scorching hot under the blazing sun. Several camphor trees cast dense shade, dappling spots of light onto the sidewalk.

It was midday, and there weren't many vehicles on the street.

Only occasionally would a few electric vehicles nimbly pass by, stirring up a gust of hot air.

A white sedan was driving slowly, seemingly looking for a shady parking spot, its tires making a soft rustling sound as they rolled over the road.

Across the street corner, a tricycle with "SF Express" written on it was parked. The courier wiped his sweat as he ran into another building with a package in his hand.

A complex smell filled the air.

The faint smell of car exhaust, the aroma of fried rice and vegetables wafting from restaurants, the fresh yet slightly muddy scent of soil and vegetation mixed together in the green belt, and the sweltering heat of early autumn just after summer has passed.

In this environment, Huang Tian suddenly felt as if he had entered the real world, as if his superpowers were fake and something he had imagined.

With a slight thought, the voice calling in his ear reassured him.

He squinted slightly, adjusting his eyes to the bright, white sunlight, and then quickly walked across the street to the "Affordable Restaurant".

"Boss, one order of stir-fried pork with dried bean curd and rice in a wooden bucket, please eat here."

Huang Tian skillfully ordered food and scanned the QR code, then found a corner where a wall-mounted fan could reach him to sit down.

Not long after, the owner, who was in his thirties, came over with a wooden bucket of rice.

Huang Tian picked up disposable chopsticks and ate slowly and deliberately. With his refined and handsome appearance, he looked like a student who had not yet graduated from school.

While we were eating, a thin, elderly man with gray hair walked in. The owner immediately asked him to sit down, and the two talked across a square table.

The old man had a heavy accent, which Huang Tian couldn't quite understand, but he could understand the Mandarin spoken by the boss.

Basically, the owner felt business was bad and wanted to transfer the shop, but couldn't find a buyer, so he thought about terminating the lease.

The old man was clearly the landlord; he kept shaking his head and repeatedly said the word "contract."

The shop owner sighed, "I only make a few hundred a day, less than two or three hundred. I can't keep going." The landlord shook his head again, "It's normal for business to be bad now because the sun is too strong. It will get better after this period. Besides, you signed a one-year contract, so I can't give you a refund."

The two argued endlessly.

Huang Tian thought about his job and thought to himself, "These days, it's really hard to do any business. If you work for someone else, you're likely to get laid off, and if you run your own business, you're likely to lose money."

"Yeah, being a landlord is easy; you can just sit back and collect money."

After finishing his meal, Huang Tian got up and left the store. He bought a lemon tea from a nearby Mixue store and sipped it as he walked. The cool, sweet and sour lemon tea invigorated him.

Back at his apartment, Huang Tian didn't take a nap; instead, he continued to study his superpowers.

He followed the different voices and saw different scenes:
At Urumqi International Port in Zhejiang Province, Mr. Huang, who is in charge of loading and unloading cargo, chatted with his coworkers during his break about how his son graduated from a key university and now works in his hometown, earning seven or eight thousand yuan a month.

In Dayuan Village, Urumqi, Huang Ma, who was turning over pants at her relative's tailor factory, suddenly felt a twitch in her eyelid. She frowned and muttered to herself, "My right eyelid is twitching. This is definitely not good. Could something have happened to Huang Tian?"

At Beijing Foreign Studies University, a young man named Zhou Du lay on his bed in his dormitory, looking up at the ceiling: "I wonder what's so great about that Huang Tian?"

At Poyang County Experimental Middle School, a senior high school teacher in his early forties stood with his hands on his hips and said to his students: "A few years ago, I taught a science class with a student named Huang Tian. His grades weren't top-notch in his first year of high school."

In his senior year of high school, he worked incredibly hard. To what extent? He did eight math tests a day! He spent fifteen or sixteen hours a day doing practice tests! He managed to raise his math score from just over 100 to 140!

In the end, he got into a 211 university. You guys should learn from his hard work! Strive for a year, aim for at least a first-tier university, strive for a 211, and aim for a 985!

Scenes related to him flashed before Huang Tian's eyes.

After a long while, as darkness fell, he rubbed his temples, a wave of fatigue washing over him.

He poured himself a glass of water and drank it, then went downstairs and bought a plate of fried noodles. After eating, a deep sense of fatigue washed over him again, and he drifted off to sleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

Bright light streamed in through the curtains, and Huang Tian opened his eyes, feeling exceptionally refreshed.

"I haven't slept this well in ages!"

He stretched and leaned back lazily against the headboard. On a whim, the call came again.

This time, however, the calls were hundreds or even thousands of times louder than yesterday!
Huang Tianjing exclaimed in surprise and looked in the direction of the completely unfamiliar voice.

The marble floor was so shiny it reflected a person's image. The hotel receptionist handed his ID and room key to a middle-aged man.

"Mr. Huang Tian, ​​your room is room 627 on the 6th floor. We wish you a pleasant stay."

The middle-aged man named Huang Tian took the ID and room key, nodded and said thank you, then walked to the elevator and pressed the button.

"If he is Huang Tian, ​​then who am I?"

Inside the apartment, Huang Tian was stunned for a moment, but he reacted the next second.

"This man shares the same surname and given name as me, Huang Tian."

Wait, that means my superpowers are no longer limited to hearing and seeing things related to me.

Every person in the world named Huang Tian has become my signal base station!

No matter who mentions "Huang Tian," whether or not they are referring to me specifically, I can see the scene when they say it!

Huang Tianxin was thrilled; his superpower had evolved for the first time!

But once there's a first time, will there be a second?
(End of this chapter)