Of course, for now, all of this was just speculation.
Besides, if the USB Drive really was the key to letting life pass through the box and into the outside world, then why couldn't it bring life into reality when materializing things?
Chen Chen had previously thought it was because he didn't have enough energy, but he had also tried to take a cockroach out of a movie, and still failed.
Not only that, Chen Chen had also tried to find traces of bacteria and other microorganisms on a freshly materialized dose of NZT-48. But no matter how he looked through the microscope, he still found nothing.
So Chen Chen had two theories:
1. The passage formed by the USB Drive couldn't transmit living structures.
2. None of the worlds connected to the USB Drive had life in them to begin with.
Actually, to prove whether the USB Drive in his hand was the one from Lucy, he only needed to do one thing.
That was to see whether the USB Drive could hold the movie Lucy.
If it could, that would naturally prove the USB Drive had nothing to do with the movie. After all, even the strongest person couldn't lift themself up by their own hair.
On the other hand, if it couldn't hold the movie, then there were two possibilities:
First, the USB Drive had a deep connection to the movie Lucy, which was why it couldn't hold it.
Second, the movie Lucy was too fantastical and didn't fit within the framework of reality, so it couldn't be saved onto the USB Drive.
Of course, there was one other possibility: the USB Drive really did come from the movie Lucy, but it could still hold the movie itself.
It would be like an endless number of parallel universes: the USB Drive would contain a different Lucy world, not the one the USB Drive itself came from...
But in that case, either way, there would be no answer.
Emmmm...
This was pretty damn awkward.
All he could say was that the USB Drive was full of mysteries, deeper than he could imagine.
Chen Chen simply stopped thinking about it, went straight to the studio, and plugged the USB Drive into the computer.
"X, put the movie Lucy onto the USB Drive."
"Yes, Daddy."
At Xiao X's reply, Chen Chen saw the progress bar flash on the computer screen. Then came a "thunk"...
As expected, the movie couldn't be put on the USB Drive.
Unwilling to give up, Chen Chen opened the USB Drive. Sure enough, it still held those seven movies.
[J u-On.avi] [Final Destination.avi] [One Missed Call.avi] [The Ring.avi] [Alita: Battle Angel.mp4] [Godzilla 2: King of the Monsters.mp4] [Terminator 5: Dark Fate.mp4].
At first, the USB Drive had only held four movies, but after Chen Chen had recklessly tried something once, it had become seven.
But after deducing that the USB Drive was the key connecting the box to reality, Chen Chen didn't dare open the movies at random anymore.
The last three movies were fine. He was worried that opening the first four horror movies might trigger some kind of hidden mechanism.
Of course, if he wanted to uncover the USB Drive's secrets, he would have to open those movies eventually.
Just not now.
Three days later.
Shangdu Trump International Airport.
A Boeing 911 passenger plane bound for Switzerland sat on the vast airfield. Through the terminal's floor-to-ceiling windows, the deep blue sea shimmered in the distance.
A crowd of blond, blue-eyed foreigners lined up at the boarding gate, slowly filing through the checkpoint and heading for the plane.
Among the foreigners, only a handful of people from the Central Continent had black hair and dark eyes.
Within the Earth Federation, political systems varied widely, and the European Region was a special case.
Unlike the Central Continent, Indian Continent, and North American Region, which each had a unified regional government, Europe had adopted a peculiar system of decentralized self-rule.
Switzerland was one of the members of Europe's decentralized autonomous regions.
Although it belonged to the European Region, it had its own independent "sub-federation" system, bypassing the regional government and answering only to the Earth Federation's central government.
People from the Central Continent weren't very common in Switzerland. Besides the difficulty of obtaining a Swiss work visa, there was also the fact that the Swiss tended to discriminate against foreigners.
Still, between its paradise-like natural surroundings, world-leading quality of life, orderly public services, and, most importantly, high wages, there were always people willing to grit their teeth and stick it out.
Qian Wenhuan was one of them.
He'd finally gotten the chance to visit his family back in the Central Continent, but then something major happened at his company. His director had personally called him seven or eight times, so he had no choice but to return early.
Sometimes, he wondered whether he should just quit. He was living far from home, and only got to see his wife and daughter a few times a year. If it was this hard, why not just give up the job?
But every time he thought about his high salary, Qian Wenhuan had to abandon that impractical idea.
Life was never easy for people trying to make a living abroad.
Standing among all the blond, blue-eyed foreigners, Qian Wenhuan instinctively straightened his back and sucked in his belly, trying to make his short, stocky frame look a little more imposing.
After all, that was basic practice if he wanted to fit in with the Swiss workplace.
But just as he struck the pose of a successful upper-class professional, he suddenly spotted a fellow Central Continent native walking ahead of him in the crowd.
Tsk, tsk. He looked young from behind, but he had to admit the guy was even better at putting on airs than he was.
He was clearly dressed head to toe in bargain-basement clothes worth only a few hundred yuan, yet there was something about the way he walked that made people's eyes gravitate toward him.
Not only that, but every step he took seemed to carry a relaxed, unhurried air.
He must have grown up in Switzerland, right?
Qian Wenhuan shook his head disdainfully.
The strangest thing about the Swiss was that they were clearly penniless, propertyless members of the working class, yet they always put on airs as if they were rich and civilized, hoping people from other countries would envy them.
This young fellow up ahead had clearly mastered the art.
Foreigners saw only Switzerland's outrageously high salaries, but rarely realized that its cost of living was just as outrageously high...
Qian Wenhuan glared at him several times, as if hoping to steal some of that air of effortless confidence.
Only he knew how hard his life really was.
When he was a kid, people around him always said he looked like a bandit from the turbulent days of the last century. No matter what he wore, he couldn't shake that bandit air.
He'd grown much smoother over the years, smiling warmly at everyone he met. That had only gotten rid of the bandit look.
The country bumpkin look was still there...
Still, although he didn't look the part, his hard work had paid off. While people his age in the Central Continent Region were still struggling to earn more than ten thousand a month, Qian Wenhuan was already making twenty thousand Swiss francs a month.
That worked out to a monthly salary of around 140,000 yuan.
Unfortunately, 20,000 went to taxes, 10,000 to insurance, and 20,000 to rent and utilities. He spent over 30,000 on food every month, too.
That damn place was ridiculously expensive...
As he walked through the jet bridge, Qian Wenhuan's thoughts wandered all over the place. He couldn't even tell what he was thinking until he boarded the plane.
Guided by the flight attendant, Qian Wenhuan found his seat and put his luggage in the overhead compartment.
The company had booked him a seat in business class. The seats came in pairs, with three pairs in each row. They could recline fully flat, and each had its own little TV.
It wasn't as comfortable or attentive as first class, but it was decent enough.
At least it was much more comfortable than economy, where he couldn't even stretch his legs...
Whew!
When he finally sank into his seat, Qian Wenhuan let out a sigh of relief. He could get some proper rest during the next sixteen hours...
"Rustle, rustle..."
But just then, Qian Wenhuan suddenly heard the sound of someone flipping through a book next to him.
Since the business-class seats came in pairs, their seats were right next to each other, separated only by a plastic divider that could be raised and lowered.
The plastic divider was still down. Following the sound, Qian Wenhuan looked over and was stunned to see...
The young man who'd been acting like he was a big shot was sitting right next to him?
And he had a book in his hands.
Hmm.
The title was... Zero-Based Happy German Learning.
"Pfft!"
Qian Wenhuan burst out laughing like a pig.
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