Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 491 Nausea

“Finding Victory Avenue is the same as finding the Veterans’ Sanatorium,” Yan Yu’an replied. “Although the land plots of the Veterans’ Sanatorium and Victory Avenue are constantly shifting, according to Liu Li’s calculations, all the plots of Victory Avenue are always connected and have never been separated. The relative positions of the Veterans’ Sanatorium and the various plots of Victory Avenue remain unchanged… As long as we reach Victory Avenue and then walk in one direction along Victory Avenue, we will eventually stumble upon the moving Veterans’ Sanatorium.”

The entire Victory Avenue is like a small train running on a closed circular track, with each plot of land being like a carriage. The veterans' sanatorium is the key carriage that may be carrying "important cargo".

If Sun Hang and his team can get on this train, they will definitely find the key carriage by searching each carriage one by one.

Moreover, Victory Avenue is like a train with its front and back connected, saving them the trouble of choosing between the front and back of the train.

"Let's hurry, the dynamic model that Liu Li created only has four hours of effective time," Sun Hang said.

"Why are there still four hours? Is it because we can't calculate what will happen after four hours?" Wang Xiyi asked casually.

"According to Liu Li's original words, because the amount of random data is too large, the amount of computation will increase exponentially for every ten seconds or so that the effective time of the dynamic model increases. After four hours, the redundant data alone has already made the entire model too bloated to run. If we continue to calculate, the entire program will crash directly," Yan Yu'an said.

"Huh? Even the computing power of the Tian Shu Tower's main brain can only last for four hours?" Wang Xiyi was somewhat surprised. "Isn't the Tian Shu Tower's main brain supposed to be very powerful? I heard those people from the Information Department bragging that even if the main brain were to arrange the food, clothing, housing, and transportation of every single person in the entire Federation's hundreds of millions of people, down to the second, it wouldn't even account for one-thousandth of the main brain's total computing power... How come a dynamic model that only lasts for four hours can bring the main brain down?"

“No, not the mainframe.” Yan Yu’an shook his head. “It’s the main control computer of ‘The Lancet’… There’s a communication delay of 1.7 to 1.9 seconds between us and the rear. For the changes in the Baikal Remains, a one-second delay makes a world of difference in the calculation results. So the mainframe can’t use this model to help us calculate the route to Victory Road… I have to download this dynamic model to the local processor of ‘The Lancet’… To make room for it, I’ve even deleted the fire control program of ‘The Lancet’.”

“The fire control program can indeed be deleted, since you’ve already run out of ammunition,” Sun Hang replied. “As for the ammunition I’ll give you, it can hit the target even without the fire control program… So, Lieutenant Colonel Yan, lead the way.”

"Follow me." Yan Yu'an nodded and walked straight ahead.

Sun Hang and the others immediately followed.

"Puppet Master, have your undead come down from the rooftop," Yan Yu'an suddenly said to Zhong Ling. "In fourteen seconds, the buildings on both sides of the street will separate from the ground beneath our feet. We must ensure that all our units remain on the same ground."

“Okay.” Zhong Ling nodded. The next second, the No. 1 ghostly skeleton landed lightly on the ground, turning into a blurry halo that blended almost into the background color, following Zhong Ling a few meters behind at a leisurely pace.

……

"Stop." After walking about a hundred meters forward, Yan Yu'an raised his right hand again, signaling everyone to stop.

“Wait in place for twenty-three seconds, and after the plots ahead change positions, turn right twice in succession.” Yan Yu’an said, looking to the right. “If a plot with a tower appears on the right, step onto that plot. If no plot with a tower appears on the right, wait at the intersection for forty-five seconds and then return to the starting point. If the plot you are currently on is still there, wait until a plot with a tower appears before entering. If the plot has changed after returning, find the nearest plot with a fountain and flower bed.”

"It sounds like some kind of supernatural rule," Wang Xiyi muttered to herself. "To be honest, I still prefer the problem-solving approach of using brute force to overcome all other methods."

“The infected or the monster using their abilities will stimulate the remains of Baikal, causing it to change faster. Once the change speed is too fast, this dynamic model will completely fail… We received a message from the Tian Shu Tower that Liu Li is not in good condition right now, and we won’t be able to get a second dynamic model like this in a short time,” Yan Yu’an said. “Now that we have obtained an effective solution, it’s best not to cause any further complications.”

"I was just saying." Wang Xiyi stuck out her tongue again, but this time it returned to a human shape.

To avoid getting lost, she abandoned flying and landed on the ground, walking side by side with Sun Hang.

Wang Xiyi's dragon form had been completely deactivated, leaving only a few scales covering her vital areas. The combat suit that had been made for her was torn to shreds during her highly dragon-transformed state, and after deactivating it, she simply ripped off the tattered cloths hanging on her body, exposing large swaths of her fair skin. Combined with her impressive figure, she was quite "dazzling" walking down the street.

Even Zhong Ling, who is of the same sex, couldn't help but take a few more glances.

However, in those eyes, the envy seemed to outweigh the amazement.

"Old Wang, cough cough, be careful." Sun Hang looked at Zhong Ling, then at Wang Xiyi, and whispered a reminder.

"What's there to be careful about? There are no minors here, and you're the only man... Besides, I still have scales on my body, don't I?" Wang Xiyi said dismissively. Suddenly, she looked at Sun Hang with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Could it be that you're having trouble controlling yourself?"

“Then you underestimate my self-control.” Sun Hang said with a righteous expression, “I can remain unmoved by a woman in my lap. Try me if you don’t believe me.”

“Try it again when we get back.” Wang Xiyi grinned mischievously. “I want to see if you can really stay calm.”

"Cough cough." The coughing sound rang out again, but this time, the source of the cough was Yan Yu'an, who was leading the way at the front.

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Temporary dormitory for staff of the Tianfu Mystery Research Institute's expansion park in Tianfu City.

Yang Lian sat blankly on the toilet, her hands and feet icy cold, her mind in turmoil.

Her gaze slowly moved from the bathroom floor tiles to the trash can next to the toilet. Lying in the trash can was a sanitary napkin that had just been changed. The non-woven sanitary napkin was white and brand new, with no trace of blood on it.

How long has it been since I last visited...? Half a month? Or has it been a month already?
Yang Lian initially thought it was due to endocrine imbalance caused by high-intensity work, but now that the situation in Tianfu City has stabilized, her daily routine and diet have gradually returned to normal... However, what should have come has been delayed.

Not only that, she's been having a strange craving for sour things lately, and for the past two days, she's been going to the park's commercial street every day after get off work to buy two cups of lemonade to take back to her dorm...

No, no, no...maybe I'm overthinking it...liking sour foods could just be a psychological suggestion...after all, I haven't experienced any nausea yet...

Just as Yang Lian thought of this, she suddenly felt something rising from deep in her throat. She immediately arched her back and sat on the toilet, dry heaving.

Aside from the saliva dripping from her lips, she didn't vomit anything, but the nausea lingered, and her head began to feel dizzy.

Could it really be true...?

Yang Lian took a deep breath, opened the food delivery app, and then clicked on the pharmacy closest to her dormitory. The first product recommendation was a pregnancy test—Yang Lian's expression stiffened slightly, and her thumb hovered above the screen for a few seconds.

In the past two days, she added this item to her shopping cart and then deleted it several times... I guess in the big data user profile, she has already been labeled as a "pregnant woman" or "woman preparing for pregnancy"?

As if she had made up her mind, Yang Lian quickly clicked to buy, but just as she was about to submit the order and pay, a message suddenly popped up on the software: "This product is out of stock. We have urged the merchant to replenish the stock. There are 287 similar good products from nearby merchants. Click to go to the relevant store."

Yang Lian was stunned for a few seconds, then let out a long sigh.

She felt as if all the courage she had just mustered had vanished in an instant.

She didn't click the link; instead, she closed the food delivery app, tore off a piece of toilet paper to wipe herself, pulled up her pants, and stood up.

Yang Lian placed her phone on the sink and looked up at herself in the mirror.

Her face was very pale, and her eyes were covered with heavy bags. The huge dark circles under her eyes made her look like one of the black and white pandas at the Tianfu City Panda Breeding Center, her face bearing the big word "worn out".

She suddenly realized something—although she looked very tired, her skin seemed to have improved a lot without her noticing…her pores were smaller, her skin texture was smoother, and even her blackheads were much less…she didn’t even need to wear makeup; her skin texture was better than before when she wore makeup.

Yang Lian suddenly remembered that when she was little, she didn't know if it was her mother or other relatives who were chatting during a New Year's gathering. They said something like, "If a woman is pregnant, her skin will get better... and if she is carrying a girl, it will be even more obvious."

If it's a girl, it'll be even more obvious...

Yang Lian's gaze involuntarily drifted to her lower abdomen in the mirror.

She reached out and gently pressed on her lower abdomen.

Yang Lian breathed a slight sigh of relief as her lower abdomen was flat and showed no signs of bulging.

Perhaps it's all just an illusion... I've probably been under too much work pressure and too much stress lately.

Maybe in a few days, everything will be back to normal... As for the dizziness and nausea I felt earlier, it's probably just a cold...

After all, in the past two days, many people around us have suddenly fallen ill. Before Chimera 17 was destroyed and the eternal night subsided, everyone was on edge. Now that tension has suddenly broken, many people's bodies, which they had been holding on to, have collapsed, and all sorts of seasonal and non-seasonal diseases have come knocking.

In Yang Lian's work group alone, about one-fifth of the members took sick leave yesterday.

"I guess I'm sick too... I'll try taking some cold medicine first," Yang Lian muttered to herself in front of the mirror.

Just then, her phone, which was on the sink, suddenly started vibrating.

Yang Lian picked up her phone and saw that the call was from a colleague.

"Hey?"

"Yang Lian, are you free right now? It's extremely urgent!" a colleague said on the other end of the phone.

"I...I'm free." Yang Lian originally wanted to say that she was also sick, but after thinking about it, she didn't seem to be in such a bad state that she needed to take leave. Moreover, seeing how anxious her colleague was, it seemed that there was something really urgent. "What's the situation? Is it extremely urgent?"

"It's that document related to refugee resettlement that our team finished processing last week. That idiot Zhou accidentally formatted his computer, and all the data was lost! As for the paper documents, they were all shredded long ago. Now we're all piecing together the fragments from the trash cans!"

"Uh..." Yang Lian suddenly felt a darkness before her eyes.

I should have just told them I was sick.

"The team leader is frantic! If the documents aren't processed by tomorrow, 1,400 refugees will be sleeping on the streets!" the colleague said. On the other end of the phone, the sound of rapidly turning pages could be heard. "I know I shouldn't bother you since you just got off work, but we're really short-handed! People from the next team have been pulled in to help… The team leader said if you come back now, it'll count as holiday overtime, and he'll pay it out of his own pocket!"

"No need for overtime pay... It's just a favor." Yang Lian sighed and said, "I'm coming right now."

"I knew you were the best person, Sister Lian..." Upon hearing that Yang Lian was willing to come back to help, the colleague immediately switched to a coquettish tone, "After this is all done, I'll treat you to dinner at that newly opened Japanese restaurant on Tianfu Golden Street!"

"Japanese food..." Just thinking about raw fish and raw eggs made Yang Lian feel a wave of nausea rising again.

"Let's talk about it later, let's finish the work first," Yang Lian said. "I'll hang up now, I'll be right back."

She hung up the phone, walked quickly to the living room, put the suit she had taken off less than half an hour ago back on, picked up the socks she had thrown on the sofa and put them back on, hurriedly put on her shoes, picked up her handbag and pushed open the door.

……

Fifteen minutes later, at the entrance of Building B, Tianfu City Mystery Research Institute.

Yang Lian swiped her ID card at the security gate and was about to walk in when the alarm on the side of the gate suddenly started beeping.

Yang Lian stopped in her tracks, puzzled as to why the alarm was going off.

The expressions of the two guards next to him immediately turned serious.

"The instrument detected strange memetic fluctuations." Several guards approached from a distance, some even placing their hands on their holsters. "Madam... are you carrying any items related to strange entities?"

(End of this chapter)