May Bao Xiao Lang Jun

2023年5月17日.

This was an ordinary day, a day not etched in history.

Morning.

Donghai University Affiliated Hospital, Inpatient Department, 17th Floor.

Zheng Xiangyue got out of bed early, sensibly washing her face, brushing her teeth, and changing clothes.

The ward was quieter than ever before.

Usually at this time, her brother would wake her up in a soft voice, and then she would mischievously turn over and pretend to sleep, staying in bed until her brother picked her up and placed her on the stool in the bathroom. Only then would she reluctantly open her sleepy eyes and take the toothbrush with toothpaste that her brother handed her... lazily putting it into her mouth.

But now...

Zheng Xiangyue felt that she had grown up.

In the instant that her brother left forever, she had grown up unexpectedly.

She discovered.

She didn't know when she had learned to get up early, learned to organize everything. It turned out that she could fold clothes, and fold them well, very neatly; it turned out that she could also clean the room spotless, and wipe the mirror in the washroom until it was bright and dust-free, standing on a stool.

"Brother! Look! How clean I wiped it..."

Many times, Zheng Xiangyue admired her own competence, but when she turned her head excitedly... she didn't know who to share it with.

Although she was gradually adapting to life without her brother, she always felt that her brother was still by her side, and still wanted to hang on him like a sloth, swinging on a swing.

But now, it was no longer possible.

"Because, Xiangyue has grown up."

Zheng Xiangyue patted her cheeks in front of the washroom mirror, her expression becoming firm.

She wrung out the towel in her hand, and carried it to the bedside table in the ward.

On it was Zheng Chenghao's urn.

She unfolded the towel, folded it neatly, and began to wipe it carefully.

This was something she repeated every day.

Just like when she was a child, her brother took care of her, helping her dress, wash, eat, and get up.

"I really want to grow up quickly."

Zheng Xiangyue touched her brother's urn, her expression becoming intense:

"In another 20 years... I will be the older sister."

After washing the rag and putting it on the balcony to dry, Zheng Xiangyue looked at her watch, the time had come.

She picked up the remote control and turned on the online TV in the ward.

Inside was an online broadcast she had been collecting for a long time.

It was the official press conference of the famous space company, SPacET.

The internet signal was loading slowly.

Zheng Xiangyue climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged.

Then she stretched out her hands to hug her brother's urn, placed it in front of her, and prepared to watch this lunar travel press conference with her brother.

This was something they had always planned together.

It's just... her brother never agreed to her wish to be buried on the moon until he died.

And in the future, no one would be able to fulfill her wish.

No one...

Could let her go to the moon.

Whoosh.

The picture on the online TV refreshed. SPacET's "Lunar Travel Press Conference" had obviously been going on for some time. The world's richest man, Jask, was standing in the middle of the stage, giving an impassioned speech:

"People's yearning and enthusiasm for lunar travel is obviously much higher than for space travel! As of now... all 10 tickets for the lunar travel plan have been sold out! Let us congratulate these 10 passengers, you will be the second group of travelers and pioneers in human history to land on the moon!"

Saying that, Jask opened the greeting card in his hand and read:

"First of all, the first lunar traveler! Congratulations to our old friend, after participating in SPacET's space travel program, he has once again become the first passenger in our lunar travel plan—"

"Larry Connor!"

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap...

The press conference site erupted in warm applause, sending sincere congratulations to this American super real estate tycoon.

…

Zhoupu Prison, Donghai City, execution chamber.

Ji Xinshui was calmly strapped to the execution bed, a smile on his lips, his eyes closed, as if he could already hear the enthusiastic applause of the Genius Club welcoming him.

The incandescent light in the execution chamber shone down like ten thousand rays of light.

This fake death, which fooled the world and fooled history, was the long ladder he would ascend to the Genius Club.

Towards that mysterious and powerful new world!

"Ji Xinshui."

Next to the execution bed, the female police officer in uniform signed the execution form and said:

"Choose a song, it's your last right."

In Long Country.

When death row inmates are executed, they can choose a song as their death BGM.

This can be regarded as Long Country's humanitarian care since ancient times. From ancient times, the last meal and the underworld meal have been passed down in the same vein.

In modern times, in order to alleviate the psychological pressure of prisoners during lethal injections, they have the right to choose a song to play during the execution.

It is worth mentioning that…

Because most death row inmates are emotionally broken at this time, they basically default to the first song on the playlist—

"Don't Look at Me, I'm Just a Sheep."

Therefore, this children's animation song has also dramatically become the BGM song with the highest playback volume in Long Country's execution grounds.

However…

Ji Xinshui at this time was different from other prisoners.

He thought about it seriously for a long time, believing that this was a very important choice, a very solemn ritual of death and rebirth.

"Then..."

His old and wrinkled Adam's apple moved, and he said solemnly:

"Then play a song... *Ode to Joy*."

The two forensic doctors responsible for carrying out the execution and the female police officer who signed the document looked at each other.

This…

It was really a special kind of sentiment.

But as the female police officer said, this was the prisoner's right and should be enforced.

With her nodding.

The staff began to play this *Ode to Joy*.

After the soothing prelude of the orchestra, the violin prelude was instantly pulled up, and the high-pitched and intense rhythm instantly resounded throughout the execution chamber.

This was a symphonic piece familiar to people all over the world.

*Ode to Joy* was originally a poem written by the German poet Schiller in 1785. Later, Beethoven composed music for it, becoming the main part of the fourth movement of his Ninth Symphony.

This was Beethoven's greatest masterpiece.

Symbolizing the bright and passionate future of mankind.

Listening to this dignified and elegant symphony… Ji Xinshui's expression also became solemn and respectful, closing his eyes to feel the joyful golden temple.

The executioner pushed a soft-tube needle into Ji Xinshui's vein.

Ji Xinshui was fearless.

He knew very well…

There were a total of three injections for lethal injection.

The first injection was an anesthetic that would make him gradually fall asleep.

And the second and third injections, which should have been muscle relaxants and lethal agents, had long been replaced by Lin Xian with saline, which had no effect.

He would gradually fall asleep in this great *Ode to Joy*.

And after waking up...

He would be in the hall of the Genius Club, meeting the long-awaited Copernicus.

The executioner pressed the injection button.

First injection…

Ji Xinshui showed a pious smile.

Second injection…

Ji Xinshui's smile remained.

Third injection…

Ji Xinshui,

His smile remained…

After a while.

The forensic doctor stepped forward, checked the data on the instrument, and nodded:

"It's over."

The female police officer snorted lightly, handed over the confirmation form, and asked the forensic doctor to sign it:

"These demons who don't take human lives seriously really deserve to die."

The forensic doctor signed the document and sighed:

"Ah, who says otherwise."

…

Brooklyn, USA, Green-Wood Cemetery.

A tall, handsome woman, like a sassy female protagonist who walked out of a Hollywood movie, stood in front of a standing tombstone.

The tombstone was very clean, and the words on it had just been engraved not long ago—

Ji Lin

2001-2023

And next to this erected tombstone, there was another tombstone that had been carved, but was lying flat on the ground, not yet erected.

The same newly engraved words were on it—

Ji Xinshui

1938-2023

"Humph."

The woman looked at the two tombstones and snorted softly:

"I said long ago... the two of you are not suitable for this kind of fighting game at all. Can't you live a good life? I don't know what you two are busy with every day..."

The woman brushed her long hair from her shoulders to the back of her head, letting them dance wildly in the wind:

"You just had too good and too peaceful lives since you were kids, so you don't take life seriously."

She lowered her head and looked at Ji Xinshui's tombstone:

"Old man, today is the day you are executed, right? In a few days, I will go to Long Country to pick up your ashes... Sigh, you two really know how to cause trouble for people."

"Do you remember when you found me in the ruins of the Middle East war? At that time, there was fire everywhere, and bombs had leveled everything. I still remember when you picked me up... my parents, siblings, all my family members, were lying in the ruins like shredded rags."

"There were charred corpses everywhere, none of them intact. You said I was a miracle and asked me what my name was. I said my name was Angelika. You said it was a good name, like an angel, and you adopted me from then on."

"I am very grateful to you... and I have always planned to take care of you in your old age, but I didn't expect that it would end up like this. Old man... you really know how to make things easier for me. Wait, I will go to Long Country to pick you up in a few days and bury you next to Ji Lin."

Angelika sighed, turned her head again, and looked at Ji Lin's tombstone:

"But you, little brother, it seems... you made a pretty good friend?"

"Heh, it's really hard to imagine who would be willing to be friends with such a boring person like you."

She chuckled, brushed her messy brown hair behind her ears again, put her hands in her pockets, and walked towards the setting sun:

"But if I have the chance..."

"I really want to meet him."

…

Wooo!!!!!!!!!

The roaring red McLaren made a drift tightly against the curve at a bend in the suburban viaduct!

The slipping rear wheels rubbed conspicuous black marks on the cement ground, and the stinking white smoke sped away.

"Awesome, Su Su!"

The female companion in the passenger seat exclaimed and applauded:

"Too handsome! Really too handsome! This driving skill is just like in *Initial D*!"

"Not enough."

Su Su frowned and accelerated towards the next bend ahead:

"He could obviously stick closer... I don't want to lose to him again."

"Ah... that man."

The female companion laughed awkwardly twice.

Really…

Su Su had changed completely since that time at the Tianma Circuit.

She practiced driving day and night.

Just wanted to beat that man once.

"Have you seen the news, Su Su? Your blind date partner seems to have assisted the Donghai City police in solving a major case! He caught a lot of criminals!"

"You don't know, the news is blowing him up, they're almost blowing him up to be Sherlock Holmes reincarnated! And the official Donghai side is going to hold a special commendation meeting for him, awarding him honorary titles and stuff."

"Humph."

Su Su chewed bubble gum and snorted coldly:

"I guess he has some ability."

"That's right... now he's mentioned everywhere on the radio, in the local Donghai news, and in short videos."

As she spoke, the female companion turned on the electronic radio on the McLaren's center console.

…

"The Donghai City government has decided to hold an advanced individual deeds commendation meeting in the near future at the Donghai Auditorium. XXX will personally award Mr. Lin Xian advanced honorary titles such as Youth of Valor and Good Citizen of Donghai, and will award corresponding certificates and bonuses..."

Chu Anqing swiped the short video on her mobile phone, the electric door of the business car opened, and she jumped out of the car, arriving at the lakeside villa complex.

"Huh?"

She looked up and saw that Ji Lin's villa had been surrounded, with several large trucks parked around it, and some uniformed staff members, as if they were emptying the villa and seizing assets.

She walked over slowly.

The staff kept moving various pieces of furniture and collectibles out of the house.

"Hello."

She walked up to a man in an enforcement bureau uniform and politely asked:

"Excuse me, what's going on here?"

The man turned his head and immediately recognized Chu Anqing, smiling and saying:

"Miss Chu, this is the seizure and impoundment of Ji Lin's assets. Their verdict has been handed down, and there are fines and compensation to be paid. Ji Lin doesn't have much savings and assets in the country, so his real estate and collectibles are being forcibly executed."

"Oh, oh."

Chu Anqing responded, watching a staff member walk out of the house, holding a seemingly expensive picture frame in his hands—

"Huh??"

She blinked, looking incredulously at the sketch in the picture frame!

That that that that…

Wasn't that a sketch of her taken on her birthday, then drawn from the photo?

What was going on?

Didn't Senior Lin Xian say he didn't have time to draw it, and hadn't drawn it well?

Then who drew this sketch?

"Please... excuse me, can I have that painting?"

Chu Anqing pointed to the picture frame and asked the staff member of the enforcement bureau.

"This... Miss Chu, I'm afraid that's not possible."

The staff member looked embarrassed:

"These are all assets that need to be sealed up and then auctioned according to regulations, and they can't be taken away casually. And that frame looks expensive, so... sorry."

"Then... then can I have the painting? That's not worth anything."

Chu Anqing stepped forward, pointing to the girl in the middle of the sketch within the glass frame, smiling and giving a scissor-hand gesture:

"Look, that's me, hehe, this is just a drawing casually drawn by friends, not a work by a famous artist, it won't fetch much at auction, it's not worth much in itself, I just want to keep a souvenir."

The enforcement bureau staff member looked at the painting and finally nodded:

"Okay, indeed, what's valuable is this gold-plated frame, this painting is basically worthless... you can take it."

He opened the lock on the back of the frame, took out the painting inside, and handed it to Chu Anqing.

"Thank you!"

Chu Anqing took the painting, walked past a few villas, and came to her own villa.

She spread the sketch on the table...

"Sure enough, this handwriting, this technique, it's definitely Senior Lin Xian's drawing, there's no mistaking it."

A flash of inspiration.

She ran back to the room, took out watercolor paintbrushes and paint palettes, then opened the photo album on her mobile phone and found that group photo, while looking at the photo while mixing colors on the paint palette, then filled the colors on that sketch.

Soon…

The watercolor dried, and a colored portrait of three people was vividly on the paper.

Looking at this "masterpiece", Chu Anqing couldn't help but be amused:

"Sure enough, Senior Lin Xian was right... sketching + watercolor, it's really too much of a mix and match."

She randomly found a picture frame on the second floor, framed this sketch watercolor painting, and then came to her bedroom and hung it on the wall.

"Hmm... it looks not bad from a distance."

Chu Anqing was very satisfied with this work.

Immediately, her gaze shifted to the left, looking at another painting framed next to it…

That was also a sketch.

The girl in the picture had her hair in a bun, her beautiful eyes smiled like crescent moons, and two small dimples on the corners of her mouth were faintly visible.

This sketch was the birthday gift Ji Lin gave her.

Of course, she knew that this painting was stolen by Ji Lin from Lin Xian... If she remembered correctly, this painting should have been clipped in Lin Xian's black notebook. She had seen the notebook on the desk when she went to the police station to deliver food to the two of them.

Although she had been sentimental and suspected it at first...

But after talking with Gao Yang, she was really sure that the girl in Senior Lin Xian's painting... was indeed herself!

Because!

He didn't have a high school classmate who looked like her at all!

Every time she thought of this.

Chu Anqing couldn't help but feel a little excited, her cheeks flushed...

When did Senior Lin Xian draw this painting?

Was it…

Was it after the first meeting on the night of the MX celebration banquet?

Wouldn't that mean…

Chu Anqing hurriedly shook her head, too embarrassed to continue thinking.

She shifted her attention and looked again at the sketch watercolor painting of Lin Xian, Ji Lin, and herself on the right.

"Then when did Senior Lin Xian finish this sketch?"

Her father told her a few days ago that when Lin Xian went to interrogate Ji Lin, he had all the monitoring equipment turned off, and he didn't know what the two of them talked about specifically.

But after Lin Xian came out of the interrogation room, his eyes were much firmer, and without any hesitation, he prepared to implement the next plan to lure the snake out of its hole.

Presumably… he must have gotten some answers.

And later, when Ji Lin came out of the interrogation room, he was holding a sketch that Lin Xian gave him in his hand.

Then, it must be this one.

Chu Anqing rested her chin and thought…

"Senior Lin Xian, did he temporarily go home to draw this painting in order to extract Ji Lin's testimony, play the emotional card, and move Ji Lin?"

"Or is it..."

"Did he draw this painting a long time ago, but didn't want to give it to Ji Lin at the time, so he lied that he was busy with work and hadn't drawn it well?"

Chu Anqing shook her head.

Couldn't guess.

However.

She preferred to believe…

This painting was drawn a long time ago, wasn't it?

…

Shanxi, Xi'an, suburbs, low house.

Liu Feng picked up the photo frame on the table.

Inside was a graduation photo of him and Li Qiqi, a photo of the two of them wearing bachelor's gowns sitting in front of the school library. This was their last photo together.

He folded up the stand behind the photo frame and put it into his backpack along with the things on the table.

Pulled up the suitcase next to him.

Looking at the clean and tidy house…

The luggage for this trip was packed.

He hadn't been far away from home for a long time, and this time, he was obviously going to be away for a long, long time.

"I'm leaving, Qiqi."

He looked around the house, which was about to be empty for a long time. Inside, every bit, every corner was a trace of living with Qiqi.

Then.

He opened the door and strode away.

Walking to the street, he stopped a taxi.

The enthusiastic driver saw that Liu Feng had a lot of luggage, so he opened the door and got out of the car, opened the trunk, and helped Liu Feng put the heavy suitcase in:

"Heave-ho! It's really heavy... Where are you going, young man, with so many things?"

"Go to Donghai."

"Donghai is good, it's fun to eat, drink, play, and have fun. Are you going on vacation by yourself...?"

"No." Liu Feng shook his head:

"I'm going there to find friends, to do research in Donghai."

"Do research?"

The driver raised his head, suddenly realizing, looking at Liu Feng:

"Oh, oh! I understand! You're a scientist! Which field of science are you researching?"

Liu Feng shook his head:

"I can't be called a scientist... I'm just a student studying mathematics, not worthy of being called a 'jia'. And... my research results have been verified many times, and they're all wrong, there are no results."

The driver froze in place, frowning, his mind unable to process it:

"Then since you've tried so many times and they're all wrong, then why bother researching it! What's the point of researching something wrong?"

"But my friend said..." Liu Feng paused and continued:

"He said that many things in this world and in the universe are not so absolute. Many things, even if they are wrong a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred million times, it doesn't matter; many things, it only needs to be correct once at the most critical moment."

"What a joke!"

The driver listened, chuckled, and scoffed:

"What's the use of being correct only once? What can that one time do?"

Liu Feng smiled.

Looked up.

Looking at the rising sun:

"He said, maybe it only needs to be correct once..."

"And that could save the whole world."

"I believe him."

…

Bang.

Beijing.

A majestic classical red building, the door opened.

Two guards stepped forward and saluted, leading Huang Que inside.

Her blue eyes looked straight ahead, walking into the flowery courtyard, into the inner room. In the reception room inside, several solemn figures were sitting.

The leading Director Zhang saw the visitor, smiled, stood up, and clapped his hands:

"Welcome, Ms. Huang Que, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

He stretched out his right hand, pointing to the people sitting next to him one by one:

"These are all comrades from our various departments, from the security department, the defense department, the aerospace department... Ms. Huang Que, we are all very grateful to you for the intelligence and information you have provided to the country."

"According to the joint verification of our multi-departments, all the confidential information you provided is correct. It is vital and of extraordinary significance to our national security and national development! So... everyone has gathered here today, wanting to meet you, this selfless female hero."

"You are too kind, seniors."

Huang Que smiled faintly, her deep blue pupils swept over everyone around her, nodding politely to show her respect, and then looked back at Director Zhang in the middle:

"Director Zhang, since the information and intelligence I provided are all correct and meaningful... has the country also considered the request I made?"

Director Zhang sighed softly:

"Ms. Huang, this is also the reason we invited you here today. We recognize your achievements and contributions, but... borrowing our country's spaceplane, which has not yet been test-launched and is still in a top-secret state, this fact is really... to be honest, Ms. Huang, this is not allowed in principle."

Hearing this, Huang Que smiled slightly, looking at Director Zhang:

"Then I will thank Director Zhang first."

It was obviously a refusal, so why was she thanking him?

Amidst the puzzled gazes of everyone, Huang Que blinked her deep blue eyes and continued to smile and said:

"According to my life experience over the years, judging from the speaking art of our Long Country people..."

"What is not allowed in principle is precisely what is possible; what is possible in principle is what is truly impossible."

When she finished speaking.

Hehehehe...

All the leaders around couldn't help but laugh, and even Director Zhang couldn't help it, lowered his head and laughed, waving his hand:

"Sure enough, Ms. Huang is better, she saw through our thoughts."

"Then I won't hide it and will speak frankly. Ms. Huang, I did want to bargain with you, thinking about asking you to provide us with more favorable intelligence information."

"As for the spaceplane matter, it is indeed as you said, it is not allowed in principle, but to some extent, it can be discussed. After all, test flights always have to be carried out. What if it's a few months later, a few months earlier, as long as the preparations are adequate, the time is adjusted slightly, and the route is changed?"

Next to him, the comrade from the aerospace department also nodded:

"According to our original plan, this spaceplane, which is benchmarked against the US X-37B, was to be test-flown in December 2023, but... the intelligence information provided by Ms. Huang Que before, in a sense, is of greater strategic significance than this spaceplane."

"That's right."

Director Zhang also put his hands behind his back and walked towards Huang Que:

"To be honest, we have also discussed it. As long as your plan is carried out under the supervision of the Long Country Aerospace Administration, launched from the Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center, and returned according to the predetermined route, there is no big problem. We have also established enough trust in this regard."

"I just want to confirm with you... After this cooperation, are you sure that you will provide us with more important intelligence and information?"

"That's for sure, Director Zhang."

Huang Que nodded:

"Of course I am willing to offer more intelligence to my motherland, but... due to some restrictions, I really can't say it. But please believe me, after the spaceplane plan, the 'elasticity' will definitely increase, and at that time, the things I can say will naturally increase as well."

"Elasticity?"

Director Zhang was a little puzzled when he heard this word.

"Sorry, I may have used a not-so-accurate adjective."

Huang Que stretched out her right hand, looking at Director Zhang:

"What I want to express is... at that time, we can naturally talk about more things, a wider range of cooperation."

Everyone nodded with a smile after hearing this.

In fact, coming here today was to give Huang Que a reply.

In the past six months, Huang Que has provided the country with a lot of help in various aspects. Although most of it was superficial, from the perspective of national decision-making, it was of extraordinary significance. Therefore, everyone trusted Huang Que very much, and had already discussed and agreed to her request in private.

"Okay, that's naturally very good."

Director Zhang also stretched out his right hand and shook hands with Huang Que.

Looking into her eyes, he smiled and said:

"Ms. Huang Que, thank you for your contribution to the country. I hope our future journey will be like your beautiful eyes—"

"Towards the stars and the sea!"

…

Green and lush fields.

A clear wind blew past.

Lin Xian stepped on the lush green seedlings, holding a bunch of yellow and white chrysanthemums, walking towards the grave ahead.

That was where Tang Xin was buried.

The surrounding area was already covered with green branches and leaves.

Lin Xian bent down and placed this bunch of exquisite chrysanthemums down.

The chrysanthemums were not wrapped in traditional colored paper, but in a Donghai Daily from some time ago.

The headline of the newspaper published the full report on the 00:42 serial murder case.

This was the most complete, final, and comprehensive police report.

Including Ji Xinshui's trial and death sentence information.

And the death information of Ji Lin and Zhou Duanyun.

On the back, it wrote about the news that Lin Xian was to be commended and would be holding a commendation meeting soon.

This.

Was the gift that Lin Xian had promised to bring to Tang Xin last time.

Another breeze blew past…

The chrysanthemums sticking out of the newspaper swayed up and down, as if telling something.

"Tang Xin."

Lin Xian called out her name, but didn't know what to say next.

He squatted down.

Taking away the garbage and plastic bags that the wind had blown onto the grave one by one:

"The Seven Deadly Sins group of murderers, I have all solved them. But... the real murderer seems to be someone else."

"What is the Genius Club? Who exactly is Copernicus?"

Lin Xian recalled Ji Xinshui's madness and excitement in the interrogation room:

"I don't understand, but I always have to figure it out."

"I don't know if they are right or wrong; I don't know if they are just or evil; but no matter what... I always have to take a look, always have to join them, to truly understand the truth of all this."

After cleaning up the garbage on the grave, Lin Xian stood up, stretching his body:

"I must also become stronger, so that I have the capital to fight against these powerful enemies. This world can't shed any more blood because of the Genius Club."

"Since I have already been involved in this vortex, I don't intend to escape or retreat, so... come on!"

He raised his head, looking at the sun above his head:

"I'm ready."

Turned around.

Lin Xian stepped on the sunlight, stepped on the green, and walked towards the road beside the field.

Behind him.

That white chrysanthemum sticking out of the bouquet swayed.

Seeming to wave.

Seeming to say goodbye.

Seeming to bless.

…

Donghai University Affiliated Hospital, Zheng Xiangyue's ward.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, holding Zheng Chenghao's urn, watching the live broadcast on TV still continuing.

"The ninth ticket for lunar travel—"

Jask in the middle of the stage shouted loudly:

"Belongs to the 2020 Nobel Prize in Physics winner! The great scientist who proposed the famous 'Cosmic Censorship Hypothesis'—"

"Roger Penrose!"

Another round of applause that shocked the audience.

This was a heavyweight figure!

Unexpectedly… he also bought a ticket to travel to the moon!

In the applause on the TV.

Zheng Xiangyue sighed while holding the urn.

Biting her lip.

Drip.

Drip.

Tears dripped onto Zheng Chenghao's urn.

Zheng Xiangyue finally couldn't hold back, and lowered her head…

Tears flowed like beads.

She touched her brother's urn, her voice choked up:

"Brother... I really want to go to the moon too..."

She wanted to bury her brother there, bury him on the moon.

There, there were also Mom and Dad.

She had checked it.

The distance between the Earth and the Moon was 380,000 kilometers.

She might not have walked such a long distance in her life.

But…

This 380,000 kilometers.

How much she wanted to take that trip.

"Xiangyue!"

At this time, the nurse opened the door, holding the examination form in her hand:

"Come for a regular checkup!"

"Oh, oh! Okay!"

Zheng Xiangyue hurriedly wiped the tears from her face, wiped the tear stains on the urn with her sleeve, jumped out of bed, and walked towards the nurse at the door.

Bang.

The ward door closed.

The program on the TV was still continuing.

Zheng Chenghao's smiling black and white photo on the urn smiled gently, watching Jask, who was reading aloud on the screen.

"So next! It's our last passenger in the SPacET Company's lunar travel plan!"

Scanning the audience and the camera, world's richest man Jask announced with a happy face:

"This ticket is different from other reserved tickets. A mysterious anonymous buyer directly paid the full ticket price of 12 million US dollars in one go! Then gave this extremely precious opportunity to go to the moon... to a 14-year-old girl!"

"I have to say, this is really a lucky girl, a romantic gift! To quote one of my favorite science fiction books... at this moment, she has surpassed all living girls and dead princesses on Earth!"

"So... let us congratulate her together!"

Jask raised the microphone high!

Reading the last paragraph on the greeting card in his hand:

"SPacET's lunar travel plan, the tenth passenger to go to the moon!"

"She is the 14-year-old girl from Long Country—"

"Zheng, Xiang, Yue!"

End of Volume Two, "The Heartbroken," to be continued...