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Chapter 1100: The Data is Crazy

This thought frightened Zhao Wuji.

"This single-column script is not a parallel world, let alone the real world. Everyone in it is a program, a digital life, or even a crazy digital life."

Zhao Wuji's temple was still throbbing, the residual power of the OOC punishment was like a red-hot iron nail embedded in his skull. He stared at the flight attendant - her pupils had returned to normal, but the data flow just now was definitely not an illusion.

"Sir, are you okay?" She frowned and pulled her wrist back. The place where their skin touched remained abnormally cold.

[Warning: Directly interfering with the main storyline will cause system overload]

The red words flashed on his retina, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and nodded: "Sorry, it's just... a little carsick."

The flight attendant left suspiciously, and he immediately called up the system interface:

Current Presence: 8/100

Plot deviation: 5%

Available functions:

Environmental Scan (cost 2 points)

Passerby A behavior prediction (consumes 3 points)

Pain Shield (5 points/minute)

"Predict Lin Yi's original trajectory of action." He muttered to himself.

The system pops up a replay screen: the original character "Lin Yi" would get up and go to the bathroom 1 minute before the explosion, just avoiding the most deadly debris area - but still seriously injured.

"So as long as we follow the original trajectory, we can survive?"

[Negative. Variable update detected: bomb count +1]

Zhao Wuji looked up suddenly. The black cello case was still lying quietly on the luggage rack, and the second red dot on the system map was moving slowly - a man in a baseball cap carrying a briefcase was walking towards carriage No. 3.

Countdown: 06:15

"We have to do something..." He clenched his fists, but the threat of OOC was still there. Alert the police directly? No. Interfere with the protagonist? Even worse.

A new prompt suddenly popped up:

[Compliance strategy: using “accidents” to create disruption]

Zhao Wuji glanced across the carriage - the old lady in the front row was trying to stuff her suitcase into the rack, the dining car waiter was approaching with a coffee pot, and Sean (possessed by Kurt) was looking down at his ticket, only three rows away from the bomber.

"Exchange 'Pedestrian A Behavior Prediction'!"

[-3 Presence]

Instantly, his vision was covered with a layer of translucent trajectory lines:

The old lady will drop the box after 30 seconds (87% probability)
-

The waiter will spill the coffee after 45 seconds (62% probability)

"Let's take a gamble." He stood up, pretended to adjust the cuffs of his suit, and bumped into the dining cart.

"Oops!" The waiter's hand slipped and the scalding hot coffee splashed onto the trouser leg of the man in the baseball cap.

"Damn it!" The man stepped back suddenly, and the briefcase fell to the ground with a dull sound of metal collision.

Everyone in the car looked over there - including Sean.

[Plot deviation: 12%]

Zhao Wuji's heartbeat quickened, but the system immediately warned:

[Abnormal attention detected! Presence +10]

The man in the peaked cap glared at the waiter and bent down to pick up the briefcase - and at that moment, Sean's eyes were fixed on the wires protruding from under his coat.

Countdown: 05:40

"Success?" Zhao Wuji just breathed a sigh of relief when the system suddenly flashed red:

[Error correction program started]

The next second, the man in the peaked cap paused, and as if receiving some kind of instruction, he suddenly changed direction and walked straight to the connection between the carriages. "No!" Zhao Wuji almost blurted out, but the pain from the OOC immediately shut him up.

At the same time, Sean frowned, as if his doubts were shaken, and he lowered his head to continue checking the ticket.

Strategy failed.

Countdown: 05:00

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and called up the system store:

Remaining Presence: 15

Exchangeable:-

0.5 second time stop (10 points) -

Pain Shield (5 points) -

Environmental Scan (2 points)

"Redeem 'Environmental Scan'!"

[-2 Presence]

In an instant, the structure of the carriage became transparent in his eyes - the structure of the bomb in the briefcase was clearly visible, and what was even more terrifying was that the device in the cello case was actually nerve gas.

"Double attack?" This is not the plot of the original movie at all!

The system responded coldly:

[External intervention detected. Speculation: Military AI "Guardian" is testing new variables]

Zhao Wuji was sweating profusely. If he had followed the original plan, he would only need to avoid the explosion, but now... the poison gas would kill everyone in the entire carriage.

Countdown: 04:20

He had to try again.

The eyes were fixed on the old lady's suitcase - the system predicted that she would lose it in 3 seconds.

"!" He pretended to stumble and bumped into her elbow.

"Ouch!" The box fell heavily to the ground, and the ball of wool inside rolled out and got stuck right in front of the feet of the man in the baseball cap.

The man was caught off guard and slipped, causing the briefcase to slip out of his hands again - and this time, the lock broke open.

Nourishes—

A faint electronic sound rang out, and the bomb countdown screen was exposed in the air: 03:59

The entire car was silent for a second.

Then, screams exploded.

[Plot deviation: 25%]

[Presence +20]

Sean stood up suddenly, and the man in the baseball cap ran away.

Zhao Wuji panted and leaned back in his seat. A new prompt popped up on the system:

[Warning: Exceeding the limit deviation will trigger a forced reset]

[Suggestion: Reduce your presence immediately]

But it's too late.

At the end of the carriage, the conductor wearing sunglasses pressed the intercom button - and Zhao Wuji clearly heard the mechanical voice coming from inside:

"Anomalous data detected...executing cleanup protocols."

Countdown: 03:00

Snow noise began to flicker at the edge of his vision.

The world is falling apart.