Time waits for no one. Shang Jianyao volunteered to move the radio transceiver from the jeep's trunk.

Jiang Baimian took the opportunity to quickly draft the text.

She converted the text into code while tapping out the telegram.

Amidst the *da-da-da* sounds, Long Yuehong couldn't help but mutter,

"What if it can't be sent at all..."

They were currently trapped in "Zhuang Sheng's" dream, and sending a telegram might just be their illusion.

Hearing Long Yuehong's worries, the honest Shang Jianyao chuckled:

"Why don't you say that the attempt to dial the mysterious number might be ineffective because it's fake?

"Why don't you say that detonating the nuclear warhead only exists in our dream and won't react in reality?"

Already irritable and uneasy, Long Yuehong didn't back down and retorted,

"I just hadn't gotten around to saying it yet."

At this moment, anything they did while enveloped in the dream might not be real.

"But no matter what, we have to try our best, to save ourselves. We can't just stay where we are and wait for death because we think it's useless," Bai Chen interrupted their conversation, expressing his opinion.

Long Yuehong immediately agreed:

"Yeah, I'm just raising a question, not opposing doing it.

"Doing it gives us a glimmer of hope; not doing it will inevitably lead to being lost."

"Mainly, there's no other way." This was Genava's conclusion after careful analysis.

If the "Old Task Force" could escape the dream by evacuating Taicheng like before, things would be much simpler.

While they were communicating, Jiang Baimian finished sending the telegram, straightened her body, and waited for a response.

She looked around and said,

"I said in the telegram that we'll only wait for one minute."

"One minute? The telegraph operator won't even have time to ask for instructions..." Long Yuehong couldn't quite understand.

Not to mention the steps of drafting the text and translating it into Morse code, which would take quite a bit of time.

Jiang Baimian explained simply:

"What I requested was that if the company receives the telegram, they immediately make a simple reply to let us know that it's effective, so we can patiently wait for the subsequent reply."

As for whether "Pangu Biology" would take too long to translate the Morse code, causing the telegraph operator to run out of time before even finishing reading the content, Jiang Baimian wasn't worried at all, because it was connected to the corresponding computer, which processed it extremely quickly.

At this moment, Shang Jianyao stroked his chin, chuckled, and said:

"Will the dream give us a fake reply, causing us to waste our time waiting?"

It shouldn't be that intelligent, right... Who could be so sinister and vicious in a dream, with interlocking schemes? Long Yuehong subconsciously flashed this thought.

He didn't say such words, because he didn't know if the Year-old Star could, after all, there was an essential difference between them and ordinary people.

Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and said:

"The waiting I'm talking about has limitations.

"If the situation is really urgent and we have to take countermeasures immediately, then we definitely won't wait any longer!

"A cornered dog knows to jump over a wall, let alone us humans?"

She didn't specifically distinguish between carbon-based humans and intelligent beings.

Bai Chen, Genava, and others nodded in succession, paying attention to the changes in each other's bodies:

The carbon-based humans were gradually transforming into student attire, while the intelligent beings were disappearing inch by inch from the bottom up.

Once these still relatively slow changes were completed, they would be completely lost in "Zhuang Sheng's" dream.

The students in blue and white school uniforms and the teachers of varying ages who passed by were oblivious to their changes, as if it didn't matter at all.

One minute passed quickly, and the "Old Task Force's" radio transceiver remained silent.

Looking at her watch, Jiang Baimian remained silent, seemingly hesitant.

According to the previously agreed-upon plan and the scheduled process, the next step was for Genava to dial the mysterious number provided by Avia.

That was left behind by Orey, the chief scientist of the Third Research Institute and the former emperor of "First City."

He told his descendants not to dial it unless absolutely necessary, regarding it as a very dangerous thing.

Once Genava dialed that number, the subsequent changes would be completely out of the "Old Task Force's" control. Their survival would depend entirely on luck.

If the situation was already critical and a decision had to be made in a flash, then Jiang Baimian would definitely issue the order without hesitation. She wasn't the kind of rookie who had just started out, only knowing how to hesitate and be afraid, unwilling to take a gamble.

But now, judging from the dream's "assimilation" speed, the "Old Task Force" had about three or four minutes left, and there was room to wait for changes.

At this time, having to make a decision that would be impossible to stop once started, full of danger, and with no way of knowing whether it was good or bad, would put pressure on anyone, and anyone would waver to some extent.

Jiang Baimian knew that she was afraid of death. Life had so many wonderful things, and who would want to die if they had a choice?

She was like this, and so were the others. Long Yuehong's breathing became heavy. At one moment, he hoped that the team leader would quickly issue the order, ending everything and waiting for the outcome. At another moment, he thought that they could still try to save themselves, and that they could still wait for the company. There was no need to rush into a process with a tendency towards mutual destruction.

He felt that his future was bright and his days were full of hope. He really didn't want to be lost in Taicheng like this, slowly dying in a dream.

In the seemingly frozen atmosphere, someone suddenly said loudly:

"People are sure to die, some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, and some are lighter than a feather."

Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and Genava all turned their heads and saw Shang Jianyao reciting ancient texts with a solemn expression.

He paused for a moment and said with an unchanged expression:

"We came to Taicheng today to investigate the cause of the Old World's destruction and the source of 'Heartless Disease,' for the sake of all mankind having a future. Even if we die here, it will be a worthy death, heavier than Mount Tai!

"'Savior Army' spirit never fades!"

After saying that, Shang Jianyao extended his right hand and pressed it against his left chest:

"For all mankind!"

Some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, and some are lighter than a feather... Jiang Baimian frowned slightly, repeating this sentence in her heart.

Having experienced so many dangers and still being active on the front line of investigating the cause of the Old World's destruction, it was impossible for her to be very timid and extremely afraid of death.

She had walked step by step to Taicheng, which meant that she had long since overcome her inner fear of death, or rather, that she believed that some things were more important than life.

She wasn't a raw recruit who hadn't experienced the world. She had experienced the feeling of being on the verge of death and knew the taste of desperation. Choosing to continue investigating the cause of the Old World's destruction meant that she knew exactly how dangerous it was, rather than blindly believing in her strength.

If she was extremely afraid, she could have completely chosen to transfer from her current position, given her background, but she didn't do so.

What she feared was dying meaninglessly, what she feared was not investigating anything, and that she would suddenly suffer from "Heartless Disease" like some employees in the company, without any power to resist.

At this moment, a song that she had often heard in the past few months suddenly echoed in Jiang Baimian's mind:

"Do you still remember the dream of your youth? Like a flower that never fades..."

Silently humming the melody, Jiang Baimian turned her head to look at Long Yuehong and Bai Chen.

Long Yuehong was still a little uneasy, but his left hand had quietly clasped Bai Chen's right hand.

The two of them stood very close, as if they were going to face the unknown danger and the unpredictable future together.

Noticing Jiang Baimian's gaze, Bai Chen pursed her lips and smiled slightly:

"Maybe I should have died in First City. Being able to live to this day, having so many companions with me, and having Little Hong holding my hand to face things, I'm very content."

Hearing this, Long Yuehong tightened his grip on Bai Chen's right hand.

Bai Chen increased the strength of her grip, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the ground in front of her:

"I won't let go."

Jiang Baimian retracted her gaze, nodded to Shang Jianyao, and then said to Genava:

"Old Ge, dial the mysterious number provided by Avia now. Hurry up and leave time for other methods."

Her tone was calm, and her voice was neither too high nor too low.

"Wait a minute!" Shang Jianyao suddenly spoke, saying with great anticipation, "Old Ge, remember to turn on the speaker so that everyone can know what stage it's at."

"Okay." Genava retrieved the string of mysterious gibberish from the database.

*Doo... doo... doo...*

The dialing sound came from Genava's mouth.

*Ring ring!*

Suddenly, a ringing sound rang out, as if connecting to a telephone, and the sky became even darker as a result, as if it was about to turn completely black.

*Ring ring! Ring ring! Ring ring!*

The next second, Jiang Baimian and the others felt that cell phone ringtones were coming from all directions.

They looked over in astonishment and discovered that the students and teachers passing by stopped simultaneously, reached into their pockets, purses, and other places, and took out cell phones of different styles.

Those cell phones were emitting the exact same ringtone!

Shang Jianyao was stunned for a moment and said:

"Zhuang Sheng's illness is more serious than mine..."

Hearing this, Jiang Baimian had a flash of inspiration and knew what was happening:

The mysterious number given by Avia was pointing to the Year-old Star "Zhuang Sheng," who represents the entire year!

And everyone in this dream of Taicheng First High School was "Zhuang Sheng," one of His personalities!

He had an even more severe case of multiple personality disorder than Shang Jianyao!