The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

Meng Lang couldn't help but cover his face.

Of course I know that location is important when buying a house.

But I only know that if I choose the wrong thing, I will lose money. I don’t know that if I choose the wrong thing, I will lose my life...

The homepage of "Fortress Besieged" still shows the picture of Zhang Zhenlou.

In the photo, Meng Lang took a selfie with a strange woman on his mobile phone.

Both of them were wearing hospital gowns. Although they looked haggard, they still had a smile on their lips.

Just like the description in the book, this is a girl who looks very quiet. There is a tear mole in the corner of her eye, and light purple marks are faintly visible on her face, which destroys the overall beauty of the girl's face.

Meng Lang didn't know how long he had to wear the protective mask continuously to cause such bruises.

But he knew that it must be many sleepless days and nights...

He took out his mobile phone, opened the browser and searched for the two keywords "Wushi" and "Oulu".

Soon, search results popped up.

[Ou Lu: Female, master's degree, intern at Wuhan Third Hospital, graduated from Qingbei Medical College and Qingbei College of Communicable Diseases, and received a master's degree in clinical medicine...]

Sure enough there is!

Wu City Third Hospital...

Thanks to the pervasive Internet, Meng Lang quickly found his hospital.

Well, it feels a bit strange to say this, this damn sense of time and space...

Among the online search results, there is also a half-length professional photo of Ou Lu wearing a white coat.

Compared with the photos in "Fortress Besieged", Oulu at this time is still a little green, but it can be seen that he should be the same person.

"Doctor intern? It seems that she has just graduated. She should be promoted to an attending physician in two years, right?"

Meng Lang looked at the young and beautiful Ou Lu in the photo and couldn't help but sigh.

Not surprisingly, Dr. Ou, who likes to sing, is cheerful and optimistic, and is at the age of a flower, will also be in the midst of the pandemic in the near future...

"Type X virus...what kind of virus can cause such serious consequences?"

Meng Lang's hometown is in a small mountain village more than 200 kilometers away from Wu City, and he also spent four years of his college career in Wu City, so he is no stranger to this city.

It can be said that, in addition to several super first-tier cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, Wu City, like Su City where he is located, is a new first-tier city that can be ranked among the top ten in the country.

In addition to being the capital of a province, Wu City is also the only sub-provincial city in six central provinces. It is located in the geographical center of my country and is an important domestic industrial base and comprehensive transportation hub.

Such a traffic artery with a population of over 10 million.

It's hard to imagine how critical the situation must have been for the higher-ups to make such a decision.

Even the f-virus in 2002 has never seen such a big fight.

But Meng Lang knew that this decision must be difficult and painful.

This illustrates the horror of the X virus from the side.

"I seem to remember that this matter was also mentioned in the first episode of "Misery"..."

Meng Lang recalled carefully.

[At the end of that year, the child was born prematurely, weighing 7.7 pounds and having type B blood.

There are fireworks all over the sky outside, as if the whole world is celebrating me...

Even the pandemic that broke out the next year could not dilute even a trace of my joy...]

"Yes! That's it!" Meng Lang hit his palm with his right hand.

"In just over a month, the situation has reached this critical level. It seems that this virus is spreading extremely fast and is extremely harmful.

I just don’t know how long it lasted and what the specific casualties were…”

Due to its isolation from the outside world, "Fortress Besieged" does not provide many clues, and even the subsequent development of the incident is not clear.

But it doesn't matter, Meng Lang said, there is nothing else here, except that there are many people!

One "Meng Lang" has fallen, and there are countless "Meng Lang" coming up one after another. I ask you if you are afraid.

According to the refresh frequency of once a day...theoretically, I can make 365 in a year!

No matter how many pitfalls you face, I can fill them up for you!

If he wanted to send a few more "selves" deep into dangerous areas, wouldn't the information be at his fingertips?

Just do it like this, it’s a bit of a waste of money.

"Strange, why is such a big thing never mentioned in other versions of the autobiography except "Le Miserable"?"

He began to think about this question.

"Le Miserable" survived for 18 years.

"Mein Kampf" survived for 10 years.

"Delayed Justice" survived for 10 years.

"Alive" lasts for 3 months.

"Fortress Besieged" has survived for nearly 2 years.

Judging from the time span of his survival in the first three episodes, it is entirely possible that he has completely experienced the entire pandemic, so why are there only a few words left?

Does this mean that the amount of information that this book can convey is limited, so each 'self' can only choose the most critical 'information' in 'this life' to convey to himself?

Meng Lang rubbed the "Besieged City" in his hand...

This book... seems to be getting thicker?

He reopened the book, "1, 2, 3...2887!"

Including punctuation marks, there are 2887 words in total!

Meng Lang recalled carefully. He remembered that "The Miserable Life" at the beginning had only seven or eight hundred words, then "Mein Kampf" had eight or nine hundred words, and then "Delayed Justice" had more than fifteen hundred words... until this Nearly 3,000 words.

In terms of length, this seems to be an incremental process.

Could it be that...this "autobiography" is not simply a "rare prop", but a "growable equipment"?

"Is it a pure coincidence, or is it because the holes in time and space are getting bigger and bigger, so more and more information can be 'smuggled' through this 'autobiography'?

Or, because he has changed the future, the time and space smuggling technology in the future will be more advanced, so more information can be transmitted? "

Meng Lang couldn't understand.

But he suddenly thought the other way around.

Assuming that this "autobiography" does not require a little "squeezing of toothpaste" as I thought, but can transmit information without limit, then I can definitely perform a wave of extreme sex!

What pandemic are you afraid of?

"I" will wait for ten years in the next episode, then find a top relevant medical paper, directly use the copy ninjutsu, and then submit it to the top medical journal "Liu Ye Fei Dao".

Another example is to survive until the end of the play, copy the molecular formula of a specific drug, and then open a pharmaceutical company to apply for a patent and finally launch it like this...world peace!

Still a win-win!

Who said I, a Chinese major, can’t know something about medicine? Are you not allowed to teach yourself and become a cross-border "knowledge king"?

No, no, the mind is still not open enough, and the steps are not big enough!

Since there is no length limit, then...

Who stipulates that my autobiography cannot be updated to a million words a day?

"One Hundred Years of Solitude", "A Thousand Years of Waiting", "Five Thousand Years of China", "A Brief History of the Solar System", "Chronicles of the Galaxy", "The End of the Universe"...

Not only the next episode, he also thought about the title of the finale.

I'm afraid... one bookshelf won't be enough by then.

How about renting a warehouse for storage first?

If you really get yourself a future version of the "Yongle Dadian"...

History, humanities, art, society, economy, technology...

Oh my god, am I trying to plagiarize the entire future rhythm of human civilization?

As long as I live, plagiarism will last.

Isn’t this too exciting?

Is this the correct way to open this "autobiography"?

Sorry, I used to be... smaller!