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Chapter 1099 Try the Source Code

“Can you please see my details?”

"Most people can do it, but you can't do it yet."

"I can't even look at myself?"

“Not yet.”

"What's the reason?"

"Secret, are you still brushing the script? If not, then go to The Matrix and find a colleague?"

"I don't want to go in for now. I've been fooled by them."

"How about the source code?"

Zhao Wuji thought for a moment and asked, "Are you looking for someone too?"

"Yes"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Kurt, he is what you said, he may be sober, but he is unwilling to return"

"More details"

"This script is a real test script of the military intelligence department, but there was a problem later. We were ordered to send agents to find out the cause, but we found nothing. Later, my system and Lin Yu's system completely failed."

"If I go in, I won't be safe."

"The bureau has sealed this scenario separately, so I can give you unlimited resurrection cards, but you have to be conscious to use them."

"What if it's gone? If it's gone, I'll have to rely on the elves from outside to bless you. If successful, I'll be promoted to a higher rank."

"Okay, I took it. Let's get Kurt back, right?"

"It's not just Kurt, there are actually several more, but let's take it one step at a time."

Li Jingling helped Zhao Wuji cover the hibernation capsule while saying the last sentence: "All the military and police in the script are untrustworthy. It's all up to you."

"Ding, the designated script "Source Code" is opened"

Zhao Wuji was awakened by the sharp sound of a whistle.

"We have arrived at Chicago Union Station. Passengers please..." The mechanical female voice suddenly twisted into an electric noise. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a copy of the Chicago Tribune sliding towards his knees with the vibration of the train. The date on the front page was written: July 2011, 7.

He clenched the newspaper tightly, and his fingertips felt the touch of wet ink.

[Ding! Passerby A guide system activated]

Suddenly, translucent blue words appeared on my retina, like an AR projection:

User: Zhao Wuji (temporary ID: Lin Yi)

Authorization level: Passerby (D level)

Current Script: Source Code Cycle 17

Survival goal: Maintain vital signs during the train explosion after 8 minutes and 12 seconds

He raised his hand to rub his eyes, but saw the cuffs of an unfamiliar dark grey suit. In the reflection of the car window was an Asian face, about thirty years old, with a light mole on his left eyebrow - this was not his body at all.

"Your Blue Mountain coffee." The steward put down a coaster with the Illinois Central Railroad logo printed on it. The steam from the cup twisted into a new message in front of his eyes:

[Original character "Lin Yi" cause of death: Penetration injury from ceiling fragments in carriage No. 3 (92% probability)]

"What?" Zhao Wuji accidentally spilled his coffee, and the brown liquid splashed on the system mirror, which actually displayed a three-dimensional car map. Seven red dots were marked in car No. 3, and the closest one was only two rows of seats away from him - that was the location of the briefcase with the bomb in the original script.

"System! Can I tell the protagonist directly?"

[Warning! OOC behavior will trigger memory cleaning]

A sharp pain suddenly pierced his temple, and he almost bit his tongue. A blood-red countdown appeared at the edge of his vision: **07:59**.

"Good morning, everyone!" A familiar voice came from the aisle. The blond man was holding the seat to check the ticket, and the second button of his blue shirt was crooked. It was Sean Fentress, who was possessed by Kurt Stevens' consciousness. According to the plot, this "protagonist" would discover the bomb in 4 minutes.

Zhao Wuji lowered his head and pretended to read the newspaper, but the system automatically replaced the financial section of the newspaper with a prompt:

【Compliance Operation Suggestions】

①Use the dining car waiter to create a diversion (presence consumption 5 points)

②Triggering the emergency brake (will cause the plot to deviate beyond the limit)

③Exchange for the "Predictive Dodge" skill (15 points required, current balance 3 points)

"Minimum authority." He reached into his pocket and pulled out Lin Yi's driver's license, along with a note. On the back was a formula written in pencil: **Ψ=Σ|αβ|**. The system popped up an alert:

[Traces of quantum state observation detected! ]

"Sir? You look bad." The flight attendant bent down to pick up the coffee cup, and the cold light reflected from the badge created noise spots on the system interface.

“Do people often bring musical instruments on this bus?”

The flight attendant looked at the black cello case on the luggage rack in confusion - a prop that should not have been in the original script. On the system map, the red dot representing the bomb suddenly split into two.

When the countdown showed 06:47, Zhao Wuji heard his own hoarse voice: "I suggest checking that 'instrument'."

【OOC warning! 】

When the severe pain came again, he vaguely saw a stream of data flashing across the flight attendant's pupils?

"AI?"