"Worldly affairs."
"Never reach perfection."
Liu Di looked at the hundreds of servers piled up like mountains before him, layer upon layer, their black indicator lights flickering.
Duan Hua, standing beside him, was filled with confusion. "You're saying there's a world inside these things?"
"Mm."
Liu Di sighed softly. "Let this world sleep here."
This was an underground military base in China.
Still uneasy, Liu Di had spent two days witnessing Morr gather SZ Future's servers from all over the world into one place.
SZ's founder had died unexpectedly, its core technology had inexplicably failed, and its assets had been acquired by the Witnesses before the company was shut down.
Liu Di was somewhat downcast as he turned and left.
Before those servers stood a black cross embedded in the ground, glowing with a dim purple light like a tombstone.
The Tomb of Technology looked somewhat solemn and tragic.
When he returned to the Experimental Graveyard,
he found that the vast space had become orderly and spotless.
Even the robots that usually scurried all over the floor had been neatly placed on shelves as if waiting in line. When they saw Liu Di return, their faces were adorably blank, unable to get down.
The area belonging to Little Liu had also been tidied up perfectly. Even the dirty clothes had been washed, folded, and put away.
"It was Gu Fan."
Liu Di smiled and walked to the workbench, only to find an exquisite envelope with elegant handwriting on it—Farewell Letter.
Liu Di, I'm leaving.
Liu Di held the letter in his hand and pondered for a moment.
A surveillance feed appeared in his vision. Gu Fan was hiding in a corner of the Experimental Graveyard, secretly laughing.
The man in the white shirt tilted his head. "Are you hungry?"
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