The middle-aged man took another step forward, intentionally or unintentionally.
Gao Yi asked tentatively: "Then which drink do you think I should drink better?"
His subtext is, do I still have a chance?
"Anko."
The middle-aged man actually gave me some advice: "Uncle Tan, I'm going to be a five-year-old man soon. I can't stand drinking too sweet."
Uncle Tan?
Gao Yi was startled.
Who are you sending it to?
No matter which world he is in, there seems to be no one named Uncle Tan in his interpersonal relationships.
Is it someone the original owner knew in the past?
"well."
Uncle Tan looked at Gao Yi's expression of unfamiliarity and sighed deeply: "I know you don't want to talk to me, but Ayi, listen to my uncle's advice, stop investigating the typhoon, study hard and try to get into a good university, and then
Find a good job, start a family and start a business, this is your life goal..."
Gao Yi's mind was suddenly shocked.
I see.
No wonder he has the same configuration as the original, so he can detect tricks, but he can't.
Due to the typhoon, his identity was sensitive and he had at least several unknown interpersonal relationships.
As for the current Uncle Tan, he not only participated in the search and rescue operations after the typhoon, but he also seemed to know a lot of important information.
It's not to check the water meter, it's to send information!
Gao Yi's face was straight and expressionless: "What investigation? I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Gao Yi, we can monitor your browsing history." Uncle Tan shrugged as expected.
"Your search ranges from the detailed landing records of "Blue Whale", to the possibility of street lights and rabies, to cuteness..."
"Are you spying on me?" Gao Yi's eyes widened.
"This is not surveillance, this is protection."
Uncle Tan shook another unopened cup of pearl milk tea, but still had no intention of drinking it: "We have an obligation to follow up on the families of the typhoon victims and confirm various guarantees and necessary psychological care."
"Of course, the main thing is actually that I want to see how you are doing now, so I pulled out the latest data."
He looked complicated: "I just didn't expect that you are still investigating."
Gao Yi chuckled and opened the door: "It's cold outside, come inside and sit."
"That's right. Actually, I also have questions to ask Uncle Tan."
In the living room, the two of them sat facing each other with two cups of milk tea sloshing around.
"Five years ago, Typhoon Blue Whale made landfall in Sabin City on August 2, instantly affecting the surrounding areas and causing heavy rainfall and storms across the province."
Gao Yi recalled the key points of information found in the original owner's records and the Internet, and added a little: "The communication facilities were damaged, the satellite cloud images were blocked, and in Shabin City, which was the hardest hit area, the traffic arteries in and out were blocked by rocks.
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"Suddenly, Shabin City became an isolated island on the sea."
"Three days later, when the rescuers broke through the obstacles and entered the city, they were instantly surprised. Because the city did not feel like a typhoon, but more like an earthquake. The buildings were almost completely destroyed..."
"Uncle Tan, since you know how I feel, you should know if you understand or not, I won't give up."
Gao Yi sat up straight: "Can you tell me why this is?"
Uncle Tan was silent.
"I have to know, and I will always know. Similarly, there will always be a day when you have to make it public."
Gao Yi seemed to have something to say: "There have been no storms making landfall in summer in the past few years, so what about next year? What about the year after that?"
"Aren't disaster warnings and safety facilities your means? You must let the people know why they are hiding."
The silence in the living room lasted for a long time.
Uncle Tan finally sighed deeply: "As you grow up, you begin to have your own views on the world.
"I think back to the first time I saw you when I came to my hometown five years ago. At that time, the city was damaged. I said there was a war between supermen in the universe, but you actually believed me."
A wisp of milk tea overflowed from the corner of Gao Yi's mouth.
There’s no need to mention this kind of dark history, right?
"Okay. I can tell you something you want to know, but there is a big premise first. That is, stop all your investigations.
Uncle Tan's tone was decisive, leaving no room for maneuver, "This is not something you can participate in."
Gao Yi nodded in agreement.
really.
When [The Call of the Mountains] is produced, I will kill you all.
Uncle Tan began to tell the story in detail from beginning to end.
The content is roughly as expected by Gao Yi.
In short, there is an organization with a long name called the Executive Bureau, which is responsible for special events in various places.
And Uncle Tan is one of them.
Gao Yi raised his hand and interrupted, "So how do you deal with it?"
Uncle Tan's style is indeed sufficient, but in terms of hard power, can he really compete with those anti-human things?
Uncle Tan put on his sunglasses: "You can't say it. Everyone's ability is the guarantee of survival at critical moments. How can you say it casually?"
"Could it be a super power?!" Gao Yi guessed.
"Almost, but it still requires some special media." Uncle Tan nodded reluctantly.
Is the special medium a drop?
Gao Yi relied on the settings he had seen in the novel and immediately guessed it.
"By the way, I have read a novel before, and there seems to be a powerful person from a special organization, who found the protagonist because of a keyword search."
After hearing this, Uncle Tan smiled kindly.
This young man really has some potential to join the organization. He knows the true face of the world without taking a breath, and even mentions novels to him. He has a very strong receptive ability.
So he followed the conversation and said, "Oh? What is the ability of this office boss? I guess he must be very strong and elegant."
"certainly."
"'The Tyrant of White Turbid Liquid'."
"The ability is SS+ level - Wangzai Milk Control."
Gao Yi's proficient skills began to work: "I see that you have been holding milk tea but not drinking it. You must have a similar ability? When your ability is activated, will you shout pure white - jet..."
"...Uncle Tan?"
Uncle Tan put down the medicine bottle tremblingly.
Thank you for the invitation. When I reach middle age, I almost have a hemorrhage.
Returning to the topic, the two talked about the typhoon again.
"Finally, the fog came."
Gao Yi stopped taking notes: "What did you say?"
"Heavy fog."
Uncle Tan took off his sunglasses and sat on the back of the sofa: "The rainstorm will end much earlier than you think."
"But the thick clouds captured in the satellite cloud images still haven't dispersed. At the same time, heavy fog has arrived."
"All the electronic equipment failed for no reason before entering the Shabin City area, so it took us so long to clear the obstacles."
Gao Yi watched Uncle Tan get up without knowing why.
Uncle Tan took out a cigarette: "Later, as you said, when the rescue team arrived, Shabin City almost became a dead city. The memories of the survivors who were rescued from the basement were like the unpredictable appearance of heavy fog.
, and disappeared together for no reason.”
"The missing people just disappeared from the world, the survivors were sent to live in other cities, and Shabin City began to rebuild. But we found nothing."
"At this point, the incident is sealed and archived and named "Seasonal Storm."
"We have made prevention our main policy and are cooperating with the authorities to deal with possible typhoons that may occur again in the future."
Gao Yi thoughtfully said: "So, you don't know what caused it?"
"At least not yet."
Uncle Tan looked at the night: "But actually, that may not happen soon."
"Recently, an audio tape found its way to the East China Sea and was bought by a collector with a special hobby."
"The superiors want me to negotiate."
At the entrance of the dark corridor, Gao Yi stared at the flickering cigarette wick at the corner of Uncle Tan's mouth.
"This is the only remaining recorder of that incident."