Chapter 2, The Transparent Future of Newspapers

This is the situation that Ling Xin saw upon arriving at the scene: a massive car accident, resulting in the deaths of over ten people. The severed limbs and dismembered bodies of these individuals were even thrown out of the vehicles. Upon reaching the site, Wei Shishi immediately retched, nearly vomiting the contents of her stomach. She dared not look any longer and quickly turned away, tilting her head back to take deep breaths. One of her hands clutched tightly at Ling Xin's clothing, and this girl, who appeared somewhat proud, was now trembling in fear.

Brother ... ... Brother, come save me ... ...

Is this a promotion for subscribing to the morning newspaper? Tear off a small piece and slip it under each person's door, allowing everyone to see only a portion of the content... Can such a promotional tactic really be successful?

Ling Xin rubbed his temples and murmured, "It's early in the morning, can't you just stop chattering non-stop? Do you think a law student who hasn't even graduated can take on cases as a lawyer? Finance students can intern early; these are two different fields, you know?"

At that moment, Wei Shishi finally turned her head. She immediately saw Ling Xin frantically smashing the glass outside the car window, while the flames spread rapidly. In just a few breaths, the fire had already ignited the front seat, causing the temperature inside the car to rise sharply, along with the gases from various burning items. The little girl began to cough violently. If this continued, in just a few seconds, she would fall into a state of unconsciousness and suffocation, after which her fate would be essentially sealed. The temperature inside the car rose sharply, and the gases from various burning items caused the little girl to cough violently. If this continued, in just a few seconds, she would fall into a state of unconsciousness and suffocation, after which her fate would be essentially sealed.

Ling Xin forced a smile, disregarding the car accident at the scene and unable to recall the torn newspaper in his bag. He gently patted Wei Shishi on the back, hoping to help her relax. However, when he saw a living little girl still trapped in the last rear-ended car, he felt a sudden jolt in his mind, as if he had been transported back to the great fire disaster when he was ten years old, with faint cries echoing in his ears. Yet again, when he saw the living little girl in the last rear-ended car, he felt that same jolt in his mind, as if he had suddenly returned to that fire disaster from his childhood, with those faint cries still lingering in his ears

What does this mean? The torn edges of the newspaper fragments are very rough, clearly indicating that someone has torn them by hand. Could it be that someone is trying to warn me or leave a message?

Ling Xin gritted his teeth and broke free from Wei Shishi's small hand that was clutching his clothing. He charged towards the last sedan, and as he burst through the crowd, a hush fell over those around him. Then, everyone erupted into shouts; some urged him not to go to his death, others warned of danger, while some shouted incomprehensible words. At that moment, Ling Xin felt nothing but a surge of adrenaline, completely oblivious to the voices around him. All he wanted was to rescue the little girl in front of him. Just as sparks ignited from the front of the third sedan, he finally reached the window of the back seat where the little girl was.

At this moment, the first and second cars are already engulfed in flames, and the fire is spreading towards the third car that has been rear-ended. The front of this car is completely destroyed, and gasoline is spilling everywhere. Once the flames reach it, even the mere increase in fire intensity could ignite the gasoline, and this last car would be instantly consumed by flames. The little girl inside is undoubtedly doomed. Meanwhile, the onlookers seem to be wary of the intense flames from the first two cars, and none dare to approach. Only a dozen kind-hearted individuals are shouting loudly for the little girl to crawl out of the car by herself. But is that even possible? Not to mention the severity of her injuries, just considering her young age and the recent tragic death of her mother, how could she possibly save herself in such a dire situation?

Lingxin is an orphan; to be precise, he has never seen his parents since birth. He grew up in an orphanage, which is a government-sanctioned institution, where everything is managed by the state. Therefore, there were no instances of child abuse. Although Lingxin's childhood cannot be described as particularly happy, it was relatively peaceful. He made several childhood friends in the orphanage, with whom he shared a bond akin to that of childhood sweethearts. If things had continued this way, perhaps he would have retained beautiful childhood memories in his mind as he grew older. However, everything changed when he turned ten. A great fire consumed the orphanage, burning away his childhood. Many of his friends perished in the flames, while those who survived were either adopted or funded by the government to attend boarding schools, gradually leading them to adulthood, after which they all went their separate ways.

Ling Xin felt a sense of curiosity. He picked up the torn piece of newspaper from the ground. This fragment was approximately the size of one and a half palms, yet it bore today's date. It appeared to be a legitimate newspaper that had been torn into two pieces, and then one of those halves had been further torn into a quarter. This piece, about the size of one and a half palms, was roughly equivalent to one-eighth of the original newspaper.

... ... still that dream ... ...

Go to the school gate, see the conclusion of this car accident, and also... the future...

Lingxin's residence is indeed very close to the school gate. The reason for renting a place outside was to be near the school, and it only takes a few steps to get there. On the way, Lingxin also had breakfast. However, what struck him as strange was that no one around was discussing the accident that had occurred at the school gate; it felt as if everyone was indifferent.

However, Lingxin was somewhat fortunate; the third car closest to him had not yet exploded, and the debris did not harm him. He managed to sprint into the crowd, causing it to part slightly. Observing this heroic boy rescuing the suffering little girl, the onlookers fell silent for a moment. The only sounds were Lingxin gently patting the girl's chest and the hissing noise he made while trying to comfort her. It was not until the third car exploded that the little girl suddenly coughed and then began to cry. At that moment, the crowd collectively sighed in relief, and soon after, they began to praise Lingxin's noble act.

A clear female voice rang out from behind Ling Xin. He did not need to turn around to know who it was; a smile had already unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth. The girl was named Wei Shishi, one of the childhood companions he had met in the orphanage, and one of the only two relatives he still had. Since the fire ten years ago, the three of them had relied on government assistance and scholarships to get by. They had even decided to strive together for their future. Therefore, he and Wei Shishi were studying in the Political Science and Law department, while the other person was in the Finance department. He had decided to become a lawyer, Wei Shishi aimed to enter the government, and the other person was determined to venture into business, striving to build a commercial empire. The future of the three would support each other until they achieved their dreams, a dream that had been planted after the fire ten years ago, or perhaps a belief.

The man exhaled, and gradually the serious expression on his face faded, replaced by a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. He appeared both handsome and charming, exuding a certain enigmatic allure. As he turned and walked towards the classroom door, he noticed several girls hurriedly running towards the corridor stairs. One girl, upon seeing him, blushed, but quickly said, "Classmate Chen Haotao, there has been a series of major collisions outside the school gate. Let's go take a look together"

After everything was tidied up, Ling Xin pushed open the door and walked outside. As he stepped out, he suddenly noticed a torn piece of newspaper wedged in the gap of the door. When he opened the door, this torn piece of newspaper fell to the ground.

Meanwhile, in the First Teaching Building, not far from the school gate, a man and a woman were watching the series of collisions at the entrance. It was only when the cars had completely exploded and the crowd at the school gate grew larger that the man touched his chest and murmured, "Today's car accident at the school gate... and this piece of newspaper... is it the future? Or rather, is it a marked future? Can it be changed, or can it not be changed?"

We can never return to this wonderful time again, never again

Ling Xin's physique appears quite well-proportioned, standing at approximately 1.8 meters tall. Although he is not entirely muscular, he does possess a robust build. However, a large scar on the left side of his face has marred his overall appearance. If one were to overlook that scar, his facial features are quite handsome, with distinct angles. From a profile view, he exudes a charm that is particularly attractive to women.

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... ... can see it clearly. The girl finished speaking and walked towards the classroom door

Outside the school gate, a sedan collided head-on with a truck, resulting in the sedan being utterly mangled, with the driver's seat a gruesome mass of flesh and blood. Behind this sedan, two other sedans of different models were also tailing it, and they crashed into each other in succession. Additionally, several vehicles on both sides of the street swerved to avoid the collision, while numerous pedestrians were unable to escape in time and were knocked down and killed. This was truly a catastrophic chain accident. The occupants of the sedan and the truck were mostly killed instantly, except for a little girl, approximately seven or eight years old, who was tightly held in her mother's arms. She appeared to be only slightly injured, while her mother's head had smashed against the window, rendering it completely unrecognizable, and she was dead beyond any doubt. The little girl was crying and shaking her mother's body, as if she wished for her mother to come back to life.

Meanwhile, the girl on the upper floor of the teaching building continued to gaze outside, her expression remaining indifferent as she silently watched the flames from the explosion. Outsiders had no idea what she was thinking. After a considerable amount of time, she finally turned around when a few boys arrived behind her. It seemed that they recognized her, and one of the boys said: "Class representative, it seems that today's lesson might be canceled. It appears that even the teacher went to see that massive car crash, leaving just a few of us in the classroom... By the way, can you see the school gate clearly from the window?"

Wei Shishi stands approximately 1.7 meters tall, presenting a slender figure, especially highlighted by her long and straight beautiful legs. She embodies the proportions of a stunning beauty, resembling a nine-headed figure. Although she is dressed in casual attire and a pair of jeans, many men and women around her are captivated by her legs as she walks by. Her appearance is certainly remarkable; her oval face is adorned with a smile that is not the sweet, innocent smile of a young girl, but rather a confident and resolute smile, giving her an air of the cool and beautiful professional woman. Nevertheless, many men and women around her continue to be drawn to her legs as she strides forward, and her appearance remains undeniably striking, with her oval face and that same confident smile, which lends her a somewhat aloof beauty reminiscent of a female executive.

Ling Xin muttered to himself, feeling somewhat amused and bewildered. To encounter such a peculiar event first thing in the morning, he truly could not fathom which gentleman was playing such a prank on him. They even went so far as to create an eighth of a page of a newspaper to deceive him. If he had not witnessed it with his own eyes, those torn pieces of newspaper would have indeed seemed quite credible.

How is that possible? Unless the vehicle of that high-ranking official was involved in an accident, but such an incident would cause even greater uproar... Fake newspaper? Then why send it to me?

( Stuck in the gap of the door? Who would do such a thing? )

Ling Xin relentlessly struck the glass window with his elbow. Although the window had already cracked and deformed due to the little girl's mother hitting her head against the window frame, this was not ordinary household glass; its toughness was significantly greater than that of regular glass. It was only when Ling Xin's elbow broke through that the window shattered into pieces. However, the little girl had already fallen silent, causing him to panic. In the thick smoke, he reached back to the rear seat and, after several attempts to feel around, finally found the girl's hands and feet. Without hesitation, he dragged her out through the window, holding her tightly as he rushed outside. Just after running ten steps, a tremendous explosion erupted behind him as the first car, along with the second, detonated. Countless metal shards and debris shot out in all directions, and several onlookers who were standing nearby fell to the ground, while others quickly scattered to flee to safer distances.

Lingxin! Are you coming empty-handed again?

Ling Xin suddenly sat up in bed, his eyes momentarily lost in thought. He then silently began to put on his clothes, but whenever his fingers brushed against the burn scar on his face, the dream from the previous night flashed once again in his mind

After putting this matter aside, Ling Xin walked towards the teaching building for the first class. Anyone who has attended university should know that university life is actually very free. If the teacher does not take attendance, you can choose whether or not to attend. Therefore, university students are generally polarized: one side is for those who slack off, and the other side is for those who study. Ling Xin belongs to the latter group, but he is particularly intelligent, able to draw inferences from one instance to another. Thus, he does not resemble those bespectacled individuals who are always buried in their books. In fact, his usual freedom and ease give the impression that he is somewhat just passing the time.

"Sure, let's go take a look together," Chen Haotao said with a slight smile, following the group of girls as they chatted and laughed while heading towards the stairs. With his presence, the urgency that had previously surrounded the girls seemed to dissipate, and instead, they began to chatter away with him about various gossip. He showed no signs of impatience; rather, he engaged in lively conversation with the girls. Before he knew it, he had already exited the teaching building.

It feels like something is not quite right

Wei Shishi called out and ran to Lingxin's side. She did not pay attention to the gazes of those around her, but said to Lingxin: "Hey, could you please be a bit more professional? You come to class without your textbooks every time. Do you really think you can just coast through life relying solely on your wits? Do you know what Chen Haotao has been up to lately? He has already started partnering with others to trade stocks. What about you?"

Ling Xin did not think much about it. After finishing his breakfast and paying, he walked towards the school gate. What surprised him was that there were no traces of any vehicle collision at the school gate, not even a drop of blood. Such a situation was truly perplexing; either his newspaper was fake, or the aftermath was handled exceptionally swiftly, so much so that everything was smoothed over before anyone could react.

Upon arriving at the library, Ling Xin no longer thought about the matter of the fake newspaper, nor did he intend to tear it apart. After all, it was something that someone else had painstakingly forged. Tearing it apart would serve no real purpose; it would be better to keep it and see if that person had any further means. If not, then relying solely on the clues from the fragments of this fake newspaper would make it quite impossible to find that person.

Is it that dream again

Ling Xin felt a wave of inexplicable confusion. He could not believe that a gust of wind had conveniently pushed a fragment of newspaper into the crack of his door. Such a coincidence was truly hard to fathom. Therefore, he decisively closed the door and looked towards the gaps of the other doors in the corridor. However, apart from this one fragment of newspaper, there were no other fragments in the gaps of any of the other doors. This situation left Ling Xin even more perplexed.

Ling Xin's sense of unease grew even stronger. He picked up the one-eighth page of the newspaper and examined it repeatedly, memorizing its contents. Aside from some trivial matters, the most notable item was an accident that occurred outside the university he attended. However, he found no coded messages or cryptic notes within it. The origin of this newspaper fragment seemed rather abrupt.

Has she still not forgotten the fire from that year

As Wei Shishi was speaking, a sudden loud noise erupted from behind the two of them, causing both to momentarily freeze in shock. They then turned to look back, realizing that they were not far from the school gate, where many students were also peering outside. Almost everyone began to rush out of the school, each eager to see what was happening outside. Ling Xin and Wei Shishi exchanged a glance and instinctively ran towards the school gate. However, as they ran, a strange thought suddenly flashed through Ling Xin's mind, coming quickly and disappearing just as swiftly, leaving no trace behind, so much so that he could not even recall what that thought was.

Since the upheaval a decade ago, Lingxin is now nineteen years old, a first-year university student at a university in Shanghai. Due to his excellent academic performance and the orphan subsidy provided by the government, his scholarships and government assistance are sufficient for him to live comfortably each month. He has even rented a small apartment outside of school, as he does not enjoy noisy environments; perhaps it is a habit formed during his childhood. He prefers quietness, except when he is with those two companions.

Another boy hurriedly asked, "Chu Xue, where are you going?"

Ling Xin's character is inherently carefree; he does not dwell on matters he cannot comprehend. He casually stuffed the torn piece of newspaper into his bag and then walked towards the school, lost in his own thoughts

Let it be for now; I will ask at school later if it was them. Could it be that they are testing me in this way