Su Wen's Answer

Hearing him ask that question, Su Wen pondered.

He also recalled the various 'time-traveling' experiences he had undergone.

Then, he calmly gave his answer:

"As a newly-minted scholar, I probably don't have the qualifications to make definitive statements on this topic.

But in the future, as Professor Brian Cox, the astronomer, said:

The sun we see when we look up now will eventually become a wisp of glowing ash in a romantic nebula.

The ruins of what was once a vast and magnificent star.

Its fate is to gradually cool down in the vast and frigid space, just like the countless stars whose endless years have already ended.

So, when we look up at the sky, at those distant stars and galaxies, we are actually looking at the past.

Light takes a long time and space to travel from those distant celestial bodies to Earth.

And the moment we see when we look up now

is probably a cosmic past hundreds of millions of times wider than the history of the Earth.

Pascal once said: 'Give time life, rather than give life time.'

Human civilization will eventually move forward into the distance.

I think, there is probably no future more worth looking forward to than a romantic and grand stellar history."

"A very excellent answer."

Jiang Xiuyuan, hearing his answer, continued:

"Just as Su Wen said, human exploration of the ruins, moving towards the frontier called the abyss of knowledge, is precisely because civilization cannot stop forever."

Hearing him say that, the most authoritative newspaper reporter in Coastal City raised a question:

"Professor Jiang, when you go to the Deep Sea Ruins, aren't you worried that you will be stuck there forever?"

"I am also human, of course I am afraid.

But my fear is probably more guilt, guilt for not being able to fulfill my responsibilities as a father, a husband, and a son."

He pushed his glasses up and said calmly:

"But if I really stayed there, I think that after I leave, the research data I leave behind may be able to provide some help to this world.

Then, I expect that someone will always see the future I look forward to for me."

Su Wen was silent.

After all, he had once witnessed the future of civilization three thousand years from now.

Quiet applause gradually rang out in the lecture hall.

Afterward, the applause surged like a tide.

Converging into the highest praise that was endless.

This scene

was also faithfully recorded on the internet.

One report after another was published:

[Civilization Will Not Stop]

[Professor Jiang Xiuyuan's Pattern of Promoting Extraordinary Knowledge from the Origin Era]

[Yugong Moves Mountains, Described in Modern Terms, There Are Probably Only Two Words - "Inheritance"]

[The Galaxy is Magnificent, Humanity's Romance]

The names of Su Wen and Jiang Xiuyuan were also spread all over the internet.

An hour later, the lecture ended.

With the attendees leaving, Jiang Menghan handed Su Wen a bottle of water backstage.

Her words carried a hint of subtle, easily missed coldness:

"That person only knows how to research and doesn't even care about his own life. I don't want you to become like him."

Su Wen understood her feelings.

He smiled gently and said:

"There will always be people like that in every era.

William Herschel, the father of stellar astronomy, Michael Faraday, who proposed the theory of electromagnetism, and Max Planck, the founder and pioneer of quantum physics.

From your perspective, Professor Jiang is indeed a bit selfish.

But it's not my place to judge.

I understand you.

So I promise you: 'I will always prioritize the people around me.'

After all, I'm not pedantic, nor am I as great as they are."

Hearing his promise, A strange light flickered in the girl's beautiful eyes.

Her tone was still cool, but her attitude was much better:

"Father knows you're a transcedent, and he specifically applied to the Night Watch for an 'Advanced Resource Exchange Permit' for you."

"So, the special guest list for today's lecture wasn't randomly decided."

Su Wen was very clever.

He instantly understood Jiang Xiuyuan's meaning and shook his head with a smile:

"Giving me a chance to prove myself at such an important occasion, Professor Jiang really trusts me.

Let's go, this is good news worth celebrating. I'll treat you to milk tea."

"Blueberry flavor is better."

The girl said seriously, analyzing it.

The boy joked with a smile:

"Then I'll add an extra straw to your cup later so I can have a taste too."

"Su Wen, you're such an idiot."

The day passed.

Night fell.

Inside the Detroit Night Watch office.

A doctor performing surgery under the spotlight saw his door being pushed open.

Standing in the doorway was an American white man with a Beatles-style rivet jacket.

He grinned, taking out a letter from the table:

"Dean, an anonymous letter claiming to be from 'Rhine'.

Guess if it's from Zero-Sum Game, Shepherd, or the Dormant Sect?"

The medical examiner calmly replied:

"Stuart, I'm only good at asking corpses for answers.

As for deducing the sender, it might be easy for the sheriff, but it's not interesting for a medical examiner.

Why don't you open the letter and see what it says."

The hippie opened the letter.

Two minutes passed.

He finished reading.

Then he opened a can of beer, and his voice was no longer so frivolous:

"Leis Angton Group, if we take action without proper search procedures, how many years will we be sentenced to?"

The medical examiner calmly replied:

"We don't need to do anything this time."

"What's written in this letter doesn't sound bad, Dean. Don't forget to organize the trial materials. You don't know how annoying the scribes at the Doomsday Great Wall are."

"I still remember walking out of the Empire State Building on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan half a month ago.

Going to Larry's bakery to buy a baguette.

That was a time when the streets would slowly heat up under the sun.

Even in autumn.

Despite the deep shade of the trees, you could still see the dazzling sunlight through them.

"Unfortunately, it's completely dark now."

The middle-aged English man, a forensic pathologist by trade, muttered to himself calmly.

The blade in his hand didn't tremble in the slightest.

He cut away the Abyss Infection Source lesions on the corpse fragments on the operating table with incredible precision and speed.

"Night Watch 'Rhine,' can we find him in the personnel records?"

The hippie said with a smile:

"The only record of him is when the Grand Duke of Bavaria mentioned him at a meeting of the House of Lords in Westminster.

Wow, looking at it that way.

Aren't you afraid he's actually an imposter who snuck in?"

Bang!

Dean pinned the scalpel to the wall.

Then.

The forensic pathologist calmly reached his conclusion:

"What he did complies with Detroit rules.

And it complies with Night Watch's bottom line.

So.

I agree."