Seeing the Text Message Again (Extra Chapter for Alliance Leader Wǒ Bú Shì Niú Dèng)

Probably because he had been using the Caloni and Hercules Super Nitrogen Pump too frequently lately, Fang Linyan's sleep had been poor.

That night, he went to bed at ten-thirty, but after getting up to use the bathroom at two in the morning, he couldn't fall back asleep, so he had to get up and take a walk in the yard.

The moonlight was like water. Beneath the grape trellis, green grapes hung heavy in clusters, looking as if carved from jade. Night cicadas chirped, and in the vegetable garden, the cries of crickets and katydids mingled together in a lively, bustling noise.

The air carried a moist, fresh scent of the countryside, which felt quite comfortable to Fang Linyan, whose respiratory system had been severely damaged. He squinted slightly, considering his next move.

After all, he now understood just how colossal an entity the Anmoreya Corporation was. It would be hard for them not to uncover the tricks he had pulled, so clearly, a free port like Tai City was no longer suitable for him to stay in.

Thus, Fang Linyan decided his next destination should be the inland region—a place full of vitality with an exceptionally good public security environment. Having made this decision, he picked up a cup of water, sighed helplessly, furrowed his brow, and drank it down.

But then, he suddenly heard a "buzzing" sound coming from somewhere. This noise left Fang Linyan momentarily bewildered. It took him at least two seconds to identify the direction it was coming from, then he turned and walked into the room to find the source.

In that instant, Fang Linyan abruptly held his breath. After a long moment, he steadied his emotions and pulled the source of the sound from his travel bag—that mysteriously appearing old-fashioned bar phone. This thing seemed to need no charging, and its battery always appeared fully full.

It was the text messages sent by this very bar phone that had allowed him to obtain the life-saving medicine he now had—though there had been some minor misunderstandings along the way.

And this time, what information would the bar phone's vibration bring?

The black plastic panel of the bar phone was damp with sweat, making it feel slippery in Fang Linyan's hand. He pressed the confirm button, and the black-and-white screen lit up. This time, three new text messages appeared.

"If you have carefully read the information I left before and acted on it with intent, then by now you should have been freed from the excruciating pain of late-stage cancer. But! I must remind you of one thing: the reverse transcriptase viral vector injections you received were formulated specifically for pancreatic cancer.

Yes, their purpose in being created was actually for the Anmoreya organization to coerce, or rather, to bribe Randall. Therefore, their efficacy against late-stage lung cancer will not be particularly good. They can only temporarily control your symptoms—and merely control them. Eight reverse transcriptase viral vector injections can extend your life by at most two months, though they will also greatly improve your quality of life.

So, you need to do something new to keep your life going. At ten-thirty this Friday morning, go to Keith Cafe at No. 3 Baisheng Road, take the black wallet on the counter, and drink a cup of coffee—and of course, same rules: don't arrive early, don't arrive late.

Finally, good luck."

Looking at these three new text messages, Fang Linyan fell silent. He carefully read the hints above, and then his gaze lingered on the phrase "eight reverse transcriptase viral vector injections."

There was a clear, small detail here: Fang Linyan had only obtained five reverse transcriptase viral vector injections. So why did it say eight? Was it a typo, or was there another reason?

The information he was given next also infuriated him. Again, these vague hints! Although the three key elements—time, place, and event—were all present, the actual happening was completely airtight.

This feeling of being kept in the dark about everything was really hard for Fang Linyan to adapt to, because he was a person with a strong need for control, almost instinctively wanting to have everything firmly in his grasp. Yet, under this mysterious person's arrangements, he could only face this very awkward situation.

Letting out a sigh, Fang Linyan could only choose to face reality. After all, his current energy didn't allow him to spare any attention for other thoughts.

After a quick Baidu search, Fang Linyan realized his time was still quite tight, because today was already Wednesday, and the electronic map showed that Baisheng Road was nearly a hundred kilometers away from here. To be precise, its specific location was inside a very famous internet-famous scenic area, which itself was a full sixty kilometers from the center of Tai City.

"So?" Fang Linyan looked at the sky, then muttered to himself indifferently, "Time to set off?"

***

A day later, Fang Linyan appeared on Baisheng Road.

By now, he had completely changed his appearance. Sunglasses and a hooded sweatshirt were standard, and he wore at least a dozen heavy metal pendants on his body, topped off with a pair of baggy jeans. This made him look like a full-on hip-hop youth. As for lodging, he simply rented a camping tent—one of the main attractions of this scenic spot was camping and stargazing.

He walked up and down this road six times, but with the crowds of people bustling everywhere, Fang Linyan didn't attract anyone's attention. However, he didn't enter the cafe, because unlike the desolate dock before, this cafe had people stationed there permanently. If he barged in rashly, it might trigger some chain reaction—something he absolutely, absolutely did not want to see.

Then came preparation and waiting.

Given the lesson from last time, Fang Linyan got up from his rented tent about three hours early, took his medicine, and ate breakfast. By the time he arrived on Baisheng Road, it was only seven-thirty. This was clearly not an appropriate time, and strolling around on an empty street early in the morning was definitely not a good idea—it was too conspicuous.

So, Fang Linyan had no choice but to return to his camping tent, sit down on the bedding, and stare blankly into space.