Chapter 402: Chapter 53 Wall Facer·Lin Xian_3 Chapter 402: Chapter 53 Wall Facer·Lin Xian_3 “`
The microwave lit up with red light as it began to heat up, the temperature soaring:
Drama king VV suddenly bellowed:
“This is a plan I can’t understand, it’s obscure but impressive.
Can this really be done right under the enemy’s nose?
Lin Xian, what exactly should be written on this piece of paper?”
“I don’t know,” Lin Xian shook his head.
“Right, you definitely can’t know.
Then, who should write this note?”
“I haven’t thought it through yet,” Lin Xian shook his head again.
“Then, then, then, you must have some idea where the Time Capsule is buried, right?
Are there any reference points in the city now and 600 years later?”
It disappeared mysteriously for some reason.”
The microwave’s turntable stopped rotating.
The red light disappeared.
The temperature also dropped.
“Damn, you got me all fired up for nothing if you haven’t figured out anything.
So, doesn’t this mean we cannot solve the problem at all?”
“That’s why I put this one last,” Lin Xian spread his hands:
“But rest assured, I already have a rough idea.
And this matter can only be handled by humans, you can’t help at all VV.”
“Why not?” VV was quite unconvinced.
Recalling the last moment of the Third Dreamland, the trash can that seemed to breathe, pulse, and beat for an instant, locked onto his ankle, making him greet Zhao Yingjun:
“Because…even though artificial intelligence is omnipotent, able to learn to lie, to deceive, it can never learn the simplest, most fundamental thing that makes us human—”
“You might not understand, but sometimes, between two people, a breath, a heartbeat, or even a pulse can convey a lot of information that no one else can understand.
I have always believed that the greatest charm of humanity lies in…
[the diverse expressions of emotion], which is a riddle that can cross time and space, deceive the whole world, and only two people can understand.”
This time, VV was silent for a very long time.
It almost smelled like something was burning.
“If I can’t understand it, I can’t calculate it.
Then I’ll just wait and see how brilliant the wisdom of you humans really is.”
“So, what are we going to do now?”
VV popped open the refrigerator door at the bar and pointed to the small square piece of paper on which Lin Xian had just written the current goal:
“According to the first plan you wrote, are we now entering the dreamland to meet the mysterious old man and confirm whether he is Kevin Walker or not?”
Lin Xian left the bar and walked toward the washroom:
“You have to eat one bite at a time, walk step by step.
Since we now have no way to prove conclusively whether the dream is real or fake, let’s not worry too much about it.
After all, there’s limited information to be gained in the Fourth Dreamland.”
I believe that even if the Fourth Dreamland is fake as you said, it was created by enemies 600 years from now.
Even if it’s fake, we should be able to glean some useful information from it, like, for example, the very thing we’re about to do: fool the mysterious old man to see if he really is Kevin Walker.”
VV laughed in the manner of Chu Anqing:
“If it’s about outperforming each other in acting, then that’s my home territory!
Need any acting coaching?
To elicit the most authentic, most unexpected reaction from someone also requires acting skills, or else it will be seen through.”
“I’ve watched every movie in the world by now, and my acting has already far surpassed that of an Oscar-winning actor!
let me guide you on your expressions and dialogue, and we’ll definitely be able to trick the old man’s reaction out of him!”
Lin Xian spat out the mouthwash:
“Let’s give this drama king a chance, seeing as you’ve been restless all night long.”
Strapped to a chair, wearing an opaque black hood, Lin Xian had waited for quite some time before finally hearing the old man’s belated dry chuckle.
Following VV’s acting guidance, Lin Xian threw back his head and laughed boldly.
The old man’s dry laughter came to an abrupt halt.
He hastened toward Lin Xian, grabbed the black hood, and yanked it off—
With a standard British accent, Lin Xian sneered, his eyes sharp and disdainful as they fixed upon the mysterious old man’s suddenly shrinking pupils:
“You’re already dead…”