Terra's Magnetic Field

I don’t know why. Maybe in my subconscious mind this greeting card is very important. I clearly wanted to tear it up before... I am really getting more and more confused. These things that have happened since I woke up have left me confused. Weird things happen one after another.

"I'm sorry..." I apologized to him, "Maybe I just woke up from a coma so my emotions are not very stable..." I spoke incoherently.

"You must be confused now..." He thought, "I'm sorry for taking your things without your permission." Although he said this, he still picked up the banana he had peeled and ate it, then picked up his phone to check the time, "I have something else to do, so I won't bother you anymore."

"Can you lend me some money?" I asked him out of the blue. "I'm penniless right now. I don't even have a change of clothes, and I don't have any communication equipment... I want to call someone, but I can't contact the outside world in this situation... You're the only acquaintance I have in Rhodes Island."

What am I talking about... asking for money at a time like this... but I really need money.

The crow was obviously confused by this sudden request. He stared at me blankly and then asked:

"How much? I'm a little short of money recently... Because the whereabouts of that batch of drugs are unknown, my partner may terminate the cooperation with me. He is a very cautious person..."

It seems that crows also have their own difficulties. It is not easy for most people living in this land. This is not only a matter of face, but also about survival...

Life is the substance, money is the face. If you don’t have the substance, no matter how much face you have, it’s useless.

"How much can you lend me at most?" I pushed the decision to him. It doesn't matter even if he refuses now. It will make me feel a lot more relaxed.

He first silently extended two fingers, then slowly said:

"Two thousand, that's all... Just pay it back before you leave Rhodes Island."

I just nodded to show my approval of the decision.

Crow said he didn't have that much cash on him right now, and he would give me the money when he came to do business the day after tomorrow.

He accidentally exposed the information of his partner. It seems that guy works in the medical department... Maybe he is near us at this moment...

Who on earth has the ability to do such a thing in Rhodes Island? Who dares to touch the Queen Mother? That guy is either cruel or stupid, or maybe both.

But this is not the problem I should consider. I haven't even solved the mystery surrounding me. The first thing I should consider now is how to distribute the two thousand yuan after I get it.

"By the way, if I had asked Wan to borrow money just now, would she have agreed?"

After the crow left, I stared at the ceiling of the ward and daydreamed.

I was too nervous to ask... Forget it, it feels weird to ask her for money. Although she will most likely lend it to me, she will definitely make all kinds of weird requests.

That’s all for today.

Volume 67: Chapter Chapter The Eavesdroppers

"Ah... it's like this... that guy's mind was very confused after he woke up, and when I asked him where he lost the drugs, he said he didn't remember... Yes... I'm also very anxious... No, no, no! Don't hang up the phone yet! Mr. Heisenberg!!"

Crow begged desperately on the phone, he wished he could travel through the airwaves to the other side and give a kiss to the person he had never met. But he couldn't do it, the only thing he could do now was to try to keep the other person verbally.

The people who worked with him were overly cautious. All communication was done over the phone, and they only asked Crow to hand over his phone number to him. They contacted Crow from random public phones every time, and because Rhodes Island's internal line management was a mess, it was impossible to trace.

This flawless style even made Crow suspect that the person on the other side was a high-level spy who had engaged in espionage work, perhaps a high-level special operator of Rhodes Island.

Crow continued to plead with the man who called himself "Heisenberg" with a bitter face. In fact, even the "man" was in the hypothetical stage, because the other party used the voice changer built into the mobile phone and could only hear a specific voice.

Don't have a rough voice.

"Mr. Heisenberg, we are now in the same boat... If that batch of drugs is exposed, not only will I be implicated, but even your ancestral graves will be dug up by Dr. Kal'tsit... To do this to us in Rhodes Island is really like touching a lynx's ass..."

"What are you talking about? What grasshopper! What lynx butt?" The people on the other side were all confused by the crow's high-speed jingle.

"I learned these words from a friend from Yan Country. You know that I speak faster when I'm nervous..." Crow spoke as slowly as possible, which made his voice tremble and he looked completely devoid of confidence.

"Do you know how much I lost due to the loss of that batch of drugs?" The man on the other side changed his tone to interrogation, "If that batch of drugs could be sold to Gray Lin smoothly, I could get at least 50 million!!"

"But if it's not sold, then it's just waste..." The crow muttered quietly. The other party obviously heard the crow's chatter and continued to ask:

"How dare you still have the time to talk nonsense with me!"

After these exchanges, Crow realized that Mr. Heisenberg was a very fussy person with a particularly stubborn personality and a strong desire for control.

It would be painful to work with such a person, but he paid too much. Normally, he could make more than a million dollars as a middleman! This is how Crow got his single-story apartment and high-end appliances in Rhode Island.

Crow's daily job is to receive information from Heisenberg about the pick-up location and method of the next batch of drugs, where they will be shipped, and who will be the contact, and then to look for desperate desperados willing to take risks in the slums of Rhode Island. This is how the Sarkaz and the Sakota people met each other before.

"It's a waste of time to talk nonsense with you. How are you going to compensate me for my losses? You should be very clear about my power in Rhodes Island! Since I have a way to get the stone disease medicine from the heavily guarded medical department, I can also make you disappear from this land without anyone noticing!"

"Yes, yes, yes... you are right... but I really don't have much money now. What I earned before was either used to buy a house or lost on horse racing... I bet all on Mejiro McQueen for the East Country Emperor's Award, but who knew that the assassin Mi Yu would show up in the middle of the game... I lost everything and had nothing left, so who can I go to for justice? McQueen or Mi Yu?"

"What McQueen? What Miyu? Are you making up stories to trick me? I don't have time to listen to your nonsense! You have to put five million Longmen coins into a bag tonight and seal it in the abandoned pipe behind the medical department! I know you secretly saved some money and planned to run away! Do you think you can get away?"

"Ah?!" Crow was shocked. He didn't expect that such a secret matter would be discovered by the other side. This further confirmed his guess that Mr. Heisenberg was a senior special operator.

This kind of person must have spies all over Rhodes Island. Maybe someone is watching him in the hall of the medical department. But why would such a person choose him to be such an important middleman? This is what Crow couldn't figure out. Maybe his sincerity touched the other party? That's right! It must be like this!

Maybe it was just because Heisenberg saw the crow's stupidity and realized that he had no bad intentions and would not dare to do anything tricky...reality is always cruel.

"That's all," the other party hung up the phone, leaving Crow sitting in the hall in a daze.

Did he really have to hand over his savings of more than a year? Then he would be left with nothing. He came from Rhode Island empty-handed, and he would leave Rhode Island empty-handed, without being able to take a penny with him.

The purchased apartment cannot be exchanged for cash. Kal'tsit seems to deliberately resist this kind of real estate reselling behavior, so she set a rule that the purchased property cannot be transferred within 50 years. Violators must pay 80% of the total price of the house as a fine.

But could he resist? He couldn't. He knew that the guy who called himself "Heisenberg" was no ordinary person. It would be too easy for that kind of person to kill him...

In the end, the crow's desire to survive overcame its greed.

The dramatic thing was that, just as he had thought before, when he was talking to Heisenberg just now, there was indeed someone lurking in the dark and watching him, opposite the wall where he was sitting on the bench in the hall of the medical department...

He was sitting in a wheelchair that he got from nowhere, with his ear pressed against the wall of the ward opposite the bench. His extraordinary hearing had allowed him to accurately know the unequal deal between the crow and Heisenberg.

"Haha~ So that's how it is..." He tapped a brisk rhythm on the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers, revealing a smile that was very similar to Wanbao's.

What is this evil-minded guy thinking at this moment? Perhaps in his eyes, the so-called "Heisenberg" is not a great master, and his interaction with the crows is just a chicken pecking at each other.

As luck would have it, Guishao is also in need of money recently.

What was even more dramatic was that Wan Bao was lying on the floor right above the ward where Gui Qiao was eavesdropping. It turned out that she had not left at all! Instead, she had been staring at Gui Qiao in the dark. Anyway, she had no other entertainment activities.

The long life made her feel bored with any film and television works and literary works. She preferred the reality to those things on the screen, so peeping into other people's lives in secret was just like normal people watching TV series.

Then this

What is this wicked guy planning at this moment?

During her daily inspection of the medical department, Kal'tsit accidentally saw Wanbao lying on the floor like a cockroach. Amiya, who was accompanying her, showed a curious look. She didn't understand why every time she saw this aunt, she was doing these incomprehensible actions.

Amiya wanted to get closer and communicate with the aunt, but Kal'tsit stopped her, "Don't go, it will get weird."

Kal'tsit looked at her as if she was an idiot.

That’s all for today.

Small theater: [Rutland SS plot]

Queen Mother: Useless thing! All you do is slack off every day!

Lao Mo: Don’t go too far!

Queen Mother: What's wrong with me bullying you? ! If you offend me, Rhodes Island will be in trouble!

Yaye: Report! Lateran envoy Phoenix has arrived!

Queen Mother: Why don’t you treat me well?

Phoenix: Huh?! Absolutely not! I'm here to see the Pope!

Queen Mother: What...you are the Pope?!

Lao Mo: The three-year period is up, I might as well not stay in Rhode Island! (crooked mouth)

Volume 68: Chapter Chapter Foundation

Outside the car window, a group of ragged unemployed people were parading in the streets holding signs. Some of the cardboards had my father's name written on them, with a cross through it in red marker to express their disapproval of my father.

They were all once employees of my father's company, but now they are just one of the countless abandoned poor guys.

Someone looked at me through the car window. The longing look was so terrifying that I subconsciously dodged. I shrank back into the seat, and then I heard:

"Look! Over there!"

The bustling crowd surrounded the stretched car I was sitting in. Some of them pressed their faces against the car windows, and some directly hit the car body with signs. This group madness reminded me of the locust plague I saw in documentaries, and the same scene when swarms of locusts swarmed into the wheat fields.

I was ten years old at that time. Colombia was in an unprecedented financial crisis, followed by the Great Depression. Countless factories stopped production, companies closed down, workers lost their jobs... One cruel fact after another told people that "the dream has ended."

But this didn't seem to have much to do with me, because the wealth my father had accumulated over the years would not be destroyed by this storm. He once described our family as being rooted in this land like a thousand-year-old tree, and the foundation would be more solid in the future.

"What a bunch of lowly rats! Don't they know where to go except to stare at me? It's obvious that the bank owes them the most... It seems that I am too kind," my father was very dissatisfied and even extinguished the cigar in his hand, and shouted to me who was curled up:

"Sareya! What are you doing?!" He spoke to me in a scolding tone as usual, "How can you look like this? Are you afraid of those untouchables? You are a disgrace to our family!" After he finished speaking, he slapped the armrest of the seat hard, and the dull sound echoed in the car.

"Honey! Stop talking..." My mother protected me as usual. Perhaps she sensed something in me that my father didn't have, which was empathy.

"In this society, you either eat others or you are eaten. Sooner or later, you will understand this..." He wanted to say something philosophical, but he couldn't think of anything better, so he simply kept silent.

"Just run over them!" he ordered the driver, and the car we were riding in rushed out of the crowd amid a series of curses. Maybe a few people were knocked over by the car that suddenly accelerated, because I just heard the sound of collision and screams.

My father turned around, glanced at the rear window, and said something swearful that I couldn't understand, "They're still chasing!" He then asked the driver to drive faster until he could no longer hear the unemployed man's shouting.

This incident left a deep impression on me.

Compared with other children, my childhood was relatively carefree, thanks to my "good father" who was not only a famous scientific researcher at Columbia but also a shrewd speculator.

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When my father was young, he made his first fortune with his talent for scientific research, but he did not continue his research. Instead, he started to resell real estate. At that time, the price of land in Colombia was rising year by year. When he was 30 years old, he had already joined the upper class and mixed with all kinds of business celebrities every day.

So whenever someone asks me, "What does your family do?", I will answer, "We build houses." If they ask, "What kind of houses are we building? Who are they for?", I will answer, "The houses we build are not for people to live in, but for sale... because my father said that empty houses are more valuable."

Actually, I don’t quite understand why. It seems that the more houses my father builds, the more homeless people there are. It’s really strange.

Although my father had already entered the upper class at the age of 30, he soon realized that the public despised people like him and laughed at him as a nouveau riche, "new money".

His father, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, would definitely not tolerate this, but he also knew that although he could barely catch up with the old nobles in terms of material things, there was one thing he could never achieve in his lifetime, and that was "noble and ancient bloodline."

"Since I can't get it myself, I'll find a way to let my descendants have it." With this idea in mind, he began to act, and the method was very simple.

He followed the example of other nouveau riche and married a noble lady, so that his descendants would not only be rich but also have noble blood, and thus become the so-called "new aristocrats".

In this way, my father and mother came together, not out of love, but purely a marriage of business and politics.

My father longed for the Victorian blood flowing in my mother's body to be integrated into his descendants; my mother also wanted to use my father's huge wealth to restore the long-deceased family.

That's how I was born, in a family without love.

The group of unemployed people outside the car window were all former employees of my father's company. In addition to real estate, my father's businesses also involved medicine, biotechnology and heavy industry. Even the "Simon Family" could not compare with it.

Before the Great Depression, my father had already sensed the direction of the wind with his extraordinary business acumen. He laid off a large number of employees in advance, calling it "reducing the burden", and began to cash in his assets.

Everything happened just as he expected. After the financial crisis began, materials and real estate in Colombia depreciated rapidly. Factories closed down one after another under pressure, and many companies could not even afford to pay severance pay to their employees.

At that time, my father would lie on the sofa in the living room, smoking a cigar and mocking the stupidity of those people, and said that because of his cleverness, our family's business was only affected to a small extent.

My father even said, "After the storm is over, we will be the richest people in Colombia. Who will dare to look down on me when they see us?"

In my opinion, the nobles' evaluation of my father is absolutely correct. He is actually a "locust"-like person, pecking at everything in front of him frantically. Except for the period of time when he was a scientific researcher in his early years, he basically made no contribution to this society.

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This society is full of such people, which is why it is so bad. There are too many speculators, and people who work normally have no food to eat.

Whenever I see the calluses on the hands of homeless people on the street I wonder, “Don’t they work hard?”

"Why don't we share some of our food with them?" I asked my father later during a meal.

My father didn't answer me, but looked surprised. "What are you talking about...Who are you giving it to?"

"It's the homeless people... We have so much food that we can't finish it in a few lifetimes, why don't we share it with those who are more in need?"

I looked at my mother again, and from her eyes I realized that I had said the wrong thing again. My father's face quickly darkened, and he held down the greasy steak with his knife and fork in his left hand, and slowly cut off a small piece of meat with his knife in his right hand. He then picked up the piece of meat with his knife and fork and put it in his mouth to chew.

After eating the piece of meat, he slowly opened his mouth and told me a story.

It is said that in the past, a god felt sorry for a farmer during a famine and gave him an egg. The next day, the farmer asked for it again, so the god gave it to him. This supply relationship lasted for a year without him noticing...

A year later, the drought ended, but the farmer still asked God for eggs. God said, "You should grow crops and feed yourself!" and rejected the farmer's request. As a result, the farmer hated God from then on, thinking that God was petty and cursed him every day. What kind of thing is this? In the end, God shouldn't have given the farmer eggs...

What does the father want to say in this story? Does he see himself as a god? Does he think that if he gives food to the refugees, they will ask for more endlessly? Or does he think that the refugees will repay his kindness with hatred?

This story was too difficult for me to understand at the age of ten, but not long after I finished telling that story, my life took a dramatic turn.

Facts have proven that in the face of a natural disaster-like storm, even thousand-year-old trees will be uprooted...

That’s all for today.

Volume 70: Chapter Chapter The Memory of the Earth

Saria opened her eyes and saw the familiar psychological counseling room, which was decorated like a study according to her psychologist's preferences.

The room is surrounded by black lacquered wooden bookshelves that reach the ceiling. The books on the bookshelves are not decorations. Each one is a genuine ancient book, and the latest one is more than fifty years old.