First-class Residence, 1102.

"Hey, hey! You've been inspecting for ten minutes...do you need me to hold a lamp for you?"

People knowing you are visiting, those who don't might think you're here to inspect the house..."

Meng Lang finally couldn't help but speak helplessly.

Hearing this, Gao Yuan, who was carefully "inspecting" by tapping around the living room, finally stopped, her eyes slightly disappointed.

"How should I put it, the place you live in...is unexpectedly ordinary."

"What else did you expect?"

"I thought it might be hiding all sorts of strange high-tech gadgets or some bizarre biological specimens...are you sure there aren't any secret passages or traps here?"

Meng Lang couldn't help but roll his eyes.

So you think I'm Batman, right?

"You've watched too many movies...this is the 11th floor, where would I find a place for secret passages, if I were to drill through, the neighbors upstairs and downstairs would be calling the police..."

"Hmm...makes sense."

Meng Lang pointed to the opposite chair. "Sit down, there's nothing much to offer, maybe a little fruit?"

Gao Yuan glanced at the fruit plate on the living room table, with a few apples arranged inside.

Hmm...a pyramid shape, an extremely standard equilateral triangle...

She felt something was not quite right from the beginning, only realizing now, although the decor of this room is ordinary, it somehow seems overly "neat"...

"Who would've thought, you're a bit obsessive-compulsive, aren't you?" She had a somewhat odd expression.

"Uh...I'm not, as for why the room turned out like this, there are certain other reasons..."

Recently, Xiao Yu has been visiting to read more often, and each time before leaving, she would tidily arrange the room, so the style of room 1102 gradually leans towards 1103...

"Oh~ Is this also a kind of self-disguise, like how you love history, but there isn't a single history book on your shelf?" Gao Yuan nodded and suddenly laughed and asked.

Meng Lang: "..."

"Ahem! More or less! You know, in our line of work, it's not good for people to see through us at a glance, hiding your preferences is quite necessary.

So if one day in the future, you find me contradictory or even having a conflict in personality, don't find it strange, this is normal operation."

Meng Lang earnestly gave Gao Yuan a heads-up.

Gao Yuan didn't catch Meng Lang's "implied meaning", she looked up at the background wall behind Meng Lang.

There was a piece of writing and three photo frames hanging on it.

On the left, a poem "Linjiang Immortal", the poem is good, just that the handwriting is a bit ugly.

And the picture in the right photo frame, it looks like some kind of science fiction composite art photo...

"Hmm! A mix of East and West, traditional classical blended with futuristic fantasy.

The poem on the left is full of grandeur, but the picture on the right is all about loneliness and desolation...

Whether your personality is conflicting, I don't know, but at least your room arrangement taste is quite conflicting."

"Uh...hehe..."

Meng Lang twitched the corners of his mouth.

I would like to put something optimistic, full of positivity, however, life's journey brings nothing but bad news...

Leverage the wind lightly, soar into the sky...

Sounds easy, but look what happened after I recklessly left Earth.

Either die lonely on the Moon, or buried by a superstorm on Mars...

The ending was tragically miserable.

This time, at least there was no death in a foreign land, but choosing cremation on the spot...

He looked up at the third photo frame he had just hung up yesterday.

Inside the frame was a new photograph, with all sorts of strange mechanical wreckage on the ground, and countless meteoric fire rains in the sky, both divided by a huge crack on the ground.

If you look closely, you'll find that the grayish sky and the shower of fire from the sky are exceptionally similar to the cover background of a certain book in the study...

The close-up of this photo portrays a faint silhouette with white hair, looking up at an apocalyptic scene in front of him.

That back, indescribably helpless and desolate...

Looking at these three different life outcomes, Meng Lang felt a mixture of emotions.

The failed experiences of fleeing Earth the first two times seemed to make the brothers avoid this circuitous national salvation strategy.

At least after "Brave Heart", there were no more "escape factions".

Moreover, the "good news" from the front-line battlefield gave him the illusion of "I can counterkill", causing this episode to directly lose the last chance to leave Earth...

Since yesterday, he's been thinking, if initially he had chosen to invest massive resources into Mars colonization, maybe he could have lingered a bit longer in the universe.

In fact, after knowing the miserable situation of this tiny planet, he seriously considered the "escape faction route".

If you can't win, just run, there's no shame!

For instance, in "Brave Heart", it was because there was no hope for victory that he changed strategy halfway to prepare for escape to Mars.

But until 2043, he merely managed to create three Mars migration ships, with a migrant population barely exceeding 500.

The scale was too small, the margin for error too low.

Like a candle in the wind, a sudden small storm could easily devastate or even wipe out this remaining human branch.

So even if you want to run, merely having a small survival base is far from enough!

Before the tiny planet cracked in 2063, establishing a Mars city with at least a million people might be the only true way to perpetuate the seeds of civilization...

However, no matter how fast Wanwu Holding develops, the total resources it can mobilize are limited.

He's been "nesting dolls" until today, exerting all his strength to barely draw even with the Night Demon Clan.

If too much effort goes into Mars colonization, it would inevitably slow down Earth's domestic development pace...

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