Resonance of Forgotten Futures Chapter 81

After a long silence, Jasper Chen did not directly answer this life-and-death question. Instead, he said, "We worked together, so I'll tell you my name and date of birth." [System: What do you want this for?] Jasper Chen said calmly, "It's very useful." After a long while, the system spoke again, [Host wants to report me!] Jasper Chen sighed, "Reporting requires a date of birth?" [System: What's the reason?] Jasper Chen said seriously, "If you can't even figure out such a simple question, you'd better not dream of becoming an emperor." 

When it comes to pestering people, the system is not inferior to any other existence. During meals, naps, and even between baths, it was clamoring and asking for reasons. Jasper Chen was annoyed by it, and lost his patience and said coldly, "It's for you to carve a monument." Later generations can also calculate how long it lived from its date of birth and death. [System: What if... it succeeds?] Jasper Chen was not deceived and forced to correct, "It's one in ten million." The system did not give up completely because of this. Fortunately, it was quiet and seemed to be ready to think and make decisions on its own. 

Jasper Chen glanced at the calendar and silently noted down today's date. If the system is gone forever, I will regard this day as my death anniversary and burn incense every year in the future. The food account I created in order to show off my versatility has not been updated for a long time. Seeing that it was still early, I cooked a single-person tomato hot pot and uploaded the picture. The bottom of the pot was bubbling over a low fire, with lotus root slices rolling in the middle, and the fragrance was overwhelming. Jasper Chen's eyes squinted because of the heat, ready to quietly enjoy the next meal. Just as he picked up the chopsticks, his phone began to vibrate on the desktop. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number. 

Jasper Chen had a premonition that something bad was wrong, so he turned it to silent mode and started eating. The person who called was particularly persistent, and the screen kept flashing. Jasper Chen swallowed the mouthful of rice that had just been put into his mouth, frowned, and answered the call. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Jasper Chen?" Jasper Chen: "Who?" The person on the other end tried to explain the situation as concisely as possible. When he heard the word "police station", Jasper Chen's face changed slightly: "I'll go now." After encountering several red lights, he took a taxi to the destination, and there was already a small circle of people around. Jasper Chen shook his head and squeezed in. Seeing a middle-aged man with red fingers from the cold but still taking pictures with his mobile phone, he couldn't help but say: "I heard that the dead can live in images." The man rolled his eyes at him, but didn't take any more pictures. 

Looking down from the top of the building is like looking down at densely packed ants. The man standing there had already made up his mind that once Jasper Chen spoke to him, he would jump down. A police officer was evacuating the crowd at the scene. Another saw Jasper Chen and walked over and said, "The other party specifically wants to see you." Jasper Chen still had a faint smell of hot pot on him.