I changed the timeline with the game.

Chapter 475 The So-called Regrets of Youth
As anger is gradually vented.

The manager from Antonio Medical Union on the other end of the phone seemed to have calmed down a little:
"If the Deep Sea Research Institute hadn't recovered the research data on the relic life forms from the Tide Cult,

We are simply unable to make the breakthrough to the next stage of research.

Don't forget that the construction of some distant stargate bases even determines that we can lift the US Federation's blockade of Mexico from the dark.

If it weren't for the support of the Mexican rebels, would your Blood Moon be able to develop so rapidly?

Zero-sum games are so powerful.

Reinhardt is following me around Europe like a wolf."

Hear him say that.

Colonchis understood that Antonio United finally used his most pressing thing to threaten.

I lost my ironic mood:

"Don't tamper with my previous remarks at the Red Table.

We, the honorable followers of the Blood Moon, just do not reject the technological research of the present world. Compared with the zero-sum game, the approach of the tide is obviously better.

But now, you should give up the idea of the Deep Sea Research Institute.

Not only can the suppression of the [Old Ark] not be lifted, APEC will also urgently dispatch third- or even fourth-level extraordinary people to serve as guards.

When that time comes, it won’t be a question of whether we can obtain information.

Instead,

Will we make it back to Colombia alive?"

There was a little more reluctance on the other end of the phone:

"So does that mean that the research on deep blood codes will have to come to a standstill?"

"No no no."

Kronkiss slightly shook the wine glass in his hand, which reflected the magnificent police lights in the distance.
There was a hint of gloom in his words:
"Yes, stop for now."

now.

The fluctuations flowing from this middle-aged man were actually close to the third level:
"Chinese New Year,
By this time, the Deep Sea Research Institute will be in a state of stagnation for at least three to four days.

Be patient.

K and Satanian are both dead.

Even if they're not dead, you should know how to make them shut up, right?"

The person on the other end of the phone finally agreed to the proposal:

"I will send the recycling agency to contact the secret line to deal with it, and you should not leave too many traces.

otherwise.

What we want to achieve in deep-sea research becomes absolutely impossible.”

Kronkiss drank the bright red wine in the glass in one gulp.

Then he slowly stood up and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

It was not until this moment that his full appearance quietly appeared in the glass reflection of the dazzling night sky of the entire Binhai New City.

And this person turned out to be the middle-aged male salesperson who handed the check to Fatty President Wang on behalf of Cohen Group before the exhibition started.

But Kronkis didn't know that.

What he needs to face next is a legend that has experienced countless crises in the present world and countless important changes in the future timeline:
[Night Watcher - Rhine]

of course.

People's joys and sorrows have never been shared.

Right now.

This young man, who was hated by countless cultists, was sitting by the riverside road in the old city of Binhai.
There was also a bowl of steaming clear soup shrimp noodles in front of me.

Night falls.

The sky is filled with a tranquil deep blue, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky, casting a soft silver glow, and illuminating the entire Linjiang River with layers of colorful light silver ripples.

The breeze brings the coolness of the river water and the faint fragrance of noodles, which interweave with the tranquility of the night, creating an indescribable comfortable atmosphere.

He was sitting at the wooden table outside this quaint little shop, chatting with the girl across the street.

The wooden sign swayed gently in the breeze, making a slight creaking sound.

The dim light in the store was warm and soft, illuminating the beautiful girl in front of him with eyes as clear as water.

In this warm atmosphere,

Su Wen jokingly told her about his memories of this old town:

“Speaking of the past, what frustrates me the most is probably the rote-learning education.

of course.

Jiang Menghan, a genius student like you should not be among them."

There was a hint of doubt in the girl's clear eyes.

Su Wen smiled and continued:

"Let me tell you one thing, Mr. Lin. When I didn't know he was a third-level transcendent, I usually called him Old Man Lin.

Because that old guy is such a rip-off.

I still remember that when the junior high school entrance examination was approaching, I heard from others that the examination would include original questions from the tutorial books, but the categories of the tutorial books were extremely wide.

So, in order to save time, I save time playing games.

The tutorial books cost thirty yuan each, and I bought eight sets in total!

Do you know how much determination it takes for a young person who has saved money for three months to buy the latest steam 3A masterpiece?
I originally planned to memorize the answers so that I could easily get through the winter vacation exams.

Who knew that three of the eight tutorial books didn't even match the answers, causing me to drop nearly 200 places in the final exam ranking. "

Hear him say that.

Although she felt very sorry for him, the girl couldn't help but chuckle:

“Who told you not to study hard?

However, it was really bad of him to do so.

What happened next? "

See her expectant eyes.

Su Wen shrugged helplessly:

“Because the gap in my ranking was so big, my teacher suspected that I was in a premature relationship and my parents had to be called to a parents’ meeting.

You know,

I'm so handsome, there must be a lot of girls secretly in love with me.

There's nothing you can do about it, that's what youth is like.

You know. "

Hearing him say this, the girl's flawless face reflecting the moonlight also turned slightly red:

"Hmph~
I even installed it for you. I don’t believe this kind of thing.

It's a pity that I didn't go to the same junior high school as you, so I can't expose your lies."

But for her statement.

Su Wen just smiled dotingly.

There was a hint of reminiscence and a subtle loneliness in his eyes:

"If we had known each other at the beginning, perhaps the teacher's suspicion would have become true.

However, even if my parents were asked to attend the parent-teacher meeting, no one would come. They were all very busy, and I had gotten used to it.

and so.

Menghan, can you understand me?
I don’t actually have the same worries that other people have, and I don’t have to worry about being blamed.

What use are those scores to me?"

Regarding his statement.

Jiang Menghan felt a little distressed.
Although she is always quiet, she has a very strong character and said seriously:

"This Spring Festival, if your uncle and aunt are still too busy to come back to Binhai, I am willing to accompany you to spend the New Year with them abroad."

Hear this.

Su Wen couldn't help but mourn for his mentor for a microsecond:

Poor old Jiang.

It seems that his daughter cannot be saved. I wonder if he still has hair left with the help of the powerful regeneration potion.

But even if Jiang Menghan dared to make such a decision.

There was no way he would agree to such an outrageous request, so he just continued gently:

"My mother is at the North Pole Research Station.

Dad is on an unknown and confidential island in the first island chain.

Because the two people were involved in work secrets, even I didn't know what they were really doing.

As for going to them, that was my thought at age thirteen.

And later, I did go abroad.

But instead of going to the Arctic, I went to Hokkaido alone.

I saw the snow falling in Rehoro, witnessed the fireworks over the sea of ​​Hakodate, and took a sightseeing train on the Tokyo JR line alone.

I even bought a copy of The End of the World and Hard-boiled Wonderland, which was supposedly signed by Haruki Murakami, from a small wooden bookstore in Sanchome, a certain city.

of course.

I only found out later.
The so-called signature was simply a copy written by the boss himself.

And the imitation is particularly bad.”

(End of this chapter)