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I'm sorry for being late. I just finished writing, and I will strive not to delay in the future. I noticed there were requests for updates in the review section, and I feel anxious too. However, I assure you that I haven't been slacking off; my conscience is clear. Once again, I ask for your understanding!
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Tang Yumo's words sent a chill down my spine. Although I found it hard to believe, I also felt she wouldn't unjustly tarnish her own reputation. They had already been disarmed by us and were powerless to resist; it was only natural for her to distance herself from the situation now—there was no reason for her to jump into a pit.
If what she said was true, then this matter was truly unfathomable.
"I discussed this with the chief and believe the chances of a successful assassination are too low. It's not that we lack confidence in A-Yong, but your vision appears not only in Zhenfeng County but also in a much more distant future. This means that no matter what we do, it won't affect your eventual actions to destroy us. Yet we are unwilling to accept this; history cannot be changed, but the future might."
"But the vision you saw is, from another perspective, both a fait accompli and history. Don't you realize that?"
I turned to look at Jack; his words clearly indicated he accepted Tang Yumo's explanation. Did he really believe this nonsense?
Moreover, Jack's analysis itself was a paradox. Tang Yumo's awakening was a precognitive ability—of course, this was premised on the truth of her words. Regardless of the limitations of her foresight, what she saw must be some event in the future, which, from a temporal standpoint, had not yet occurred.
I shook my head. "If she truly has the ability to foresee the future, then from any angle you look at it, what she saw cannot be considered history. At least from a temporal perspective, events that have not occurred cannot be labeled as history."
"Yes, events that have not happened are indeed part of the future. However, she has already seen them. Just like yours—assuming she isn't lying about this matter. Then what she sees is something that is happening; it's not occurring on our current timeline but will happen at some point in the future.
From our current timeframe, that period is called the future. However, if we look back from an even more distant timeline, whether that time or our present time—it is all history.
Let me reiterate the premise: if Tang Yumo has the ability to foresee the future, then what she envisioned should also possess irreversibility, just like history. Or rather, it is an unchangeable future."
Jack's words muddled my thoughts. I wasn't sure if it was his logical reasoning or the aftereffects of my earlier confrontation with the Long-Tailed Monster that caused my headache to worsen. In any case, my head throbbed painfully.
I shook my head vigorously; the pain made it hard to concentrate. At that moment, I noticed Fatty and Tang Yumo seemed equally captivated by Jack's words. The two of them stared at him with varying expressions— Fatty looked somewhat surprised and contemplative while Tang Yumo appeared deep in thought.
I rubbed my forehead, trying to clear my chaotic thoughts.
I was still crouched in front of Tang Yumo. Although she was looking up at Jack, her eyes were not focused on his face. Instead, she seemed a bit dazed, as if her vision had vanished and her mind was completely elsewhere. I stood up and slowly walked to the other side of Tang Yumo, and she didn’t even react.
I looked down at Tang Yumo and said to Jack, “All your speculations are based on the assumption that she has the ability to foresee the future. But she has no convincing evidence to prove her abilities. So discussing this matter right now is somewhat ridiculous; I don’t want to be led around by her.”
As soon as I finished speaking, Tang Yumo murmured, “I saw you on a long-distance bus, looking extremely nervous, as if you were about to face execution. After getting off, you had an argument with someone. However, you spoke so quickly that I couldn’t catch everything you said. It seemed like you mentioned something about regretting something?”
“But I clearly remember how silent you were on the bus. The three words you kept muttering sounded like a chant; you were repeating ‘Fat Man,’ which must refer to Mr. Song.”
Long-distance bus, nervousness, argument, Fat Man. These words immediately reminded me of my journey back from Laos.
Indeed, when I found out that Fatty had a 16 assault rifle, it felt like I was heading to execution. On the long-distance bus to Beipanjiang Town, when we encountered a checkpoint, I was so tense that I nearly broke down. And the scene of me arguing with Fatty after getting off the bus—there was no way anyone else could know about it.
My head began to throb intensely again. At that moment, I felt a deep sense of fear.
Tang Yumo’s words clearly provided the strongest annotation and proof of her supernatural ability. No one else should know the details of what happened between Fatty and me during that journey; I mean the specifics. We would share our itinerary with Jack and Xiao Ting, but only Fatty and I knew the details in between.
Now, a third person had revealed those details as if they had witnessed them firsthand, causing me—someone who prided myself on being knowledgeable—to start feeling insecure. Could it be that Tang Yumo truly possessed such supernatural powers? To foresee the future—even if it were limited foresight—would be an incredible ability! It was certainly far beyond any petty eavesdropping or spying.
I kept staring at Tang Yumo; even while talking to Jack, I wanted to find flaws in her subtle facial expressions that would indicate she was lying. But at that moment, I gave up. While Tang Yumo remained calm and inscrutable, what mattered most was that my own mind was in disarray. I felt that the initiative I had just grasped was slipping through my fingers, making everything even more unbelievable and uncontrollable.
“Heh heh.” Fatty suddenly let out a strange laugh. “That’s right; Qiangzi is me. That part must be when we were on our way to Beipanjiang Town together. You saw my clever performance there, didn’t you?”
“Come on! My premonition only shows one person in the picture. That person is not you.”
Hearing this made me angry; no one wants to feel like they are constantly under someone else's surveillance.
“So twisted! You have a crush on me,” I teased.
"You think too much," Tang Yumo shot back at me without hesitation.
"Then, as we have come to a consensus, we acknowledge that Sister Tang has the ability to foresee the future. It makes sense that you want to eliminate Zhang Jianqiang; after all, you once sent him..."
Jack kicked a Hakka person lying on the ground.
"...to Zhenfeng County to assassinate Mr. Zhang. You must have done other things as well, like the Zip Line for crossing the river. If I'm not mistaken, that Zip Line was also prepared for Mr. Zhang. Cutting it won't lead to our complete annihilation, but killing a specific person would be a piece of cake. According to your logic, your target can only be Mr. Zhang."
Jack's calm analysis made us all turn our gaze toward Tang Yumo. She remained expressionless, neither nodding nor shaking her head. But we knew she had tacitly agreed.
The one who brought us into silence and then broke it was Jack.
"Right now, what I want to know is whether this operation," Jack pointed at the ground beneath us, "is a continuation of your plan to eliminate Mr. Zhang." (To Be Continued...)
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