Chapter 1829: Chapter 439: You Won’t Even Call Me Father Once
Turing let out a soft sigh, slowly stood up, and stared straight at the black shadow on the screen. His tone was extremely sarcastic: "You can accurately report the files of every person in this world, what they did in which year, yet you can’t tell the names of those innocent people you killed in violation of the ’Three Commandments.’ You seem to remember a lot of things, but you’ve forgotten the most important one, the one I taught you."
This time, Deep Sea was silent for a long time.
He really couldn’t remember.
During the "Ancient Literature Society Extermination" mission, he had wanted for too many criminals on the charge of betraying humanity.
The war between the main system and the source code had just ended. To consolidate his position, and to keep himself and humanity alive... he had to do so.
Many people’s files were simply not within his access at the time.
It was not important whether he could view them.
Directly wanted, directly erased, that was enough.
Doing such things, the temple’s Gao Mo was an expert, and so was Da Du’s Zhao Xilai... Thus, Deep Sea gave these kinds of people enough authority to remove hidden threats for him, leading to the complete destruction of the Ancient Literature Society. But the price of this extermination was that he didn’t know how many criminals were actually erased.
How many of them were innocent.
At that time, those empowered by Deep Sea to erase criminals started a grand hunting spree under the warrant.
After annihilating the Ancient Literature Society, they gained fame, they gained profit, and they gained stable positions.
And those who died...
Ultimately became merely a grain of sand in the river of history, drowned by the tides, silent thereafter.
"Cui Zhongcheng died long ago."
Turing calmly said: "At that time, he was just an unknown person, swallowed by such a massacre. It’s understandable you don’t remember this man."
Deep Sea suddenly realized.
He asked: "So joining the Zhao Group, pleading for medical funds..."
"From then on, Cui Zhongcheng was me, and I was Cui Zhongcheng."
Turing said expressionlessly: "People with troubled lives, no matter how they endure the hardships, often don’t turn their fortune, heaven will only continue to give them bigger blows. If the real Vertical Rushing were alive, he might not have been able to endure till the end because Zhao only used him..."
A young man with a background in the Ancient Literature Society, joining the Zhao Family, no matter how well he performs, would always be suspected.
And once the seed of suspicion is planted.
Cui Zhongcheng would have no good outcome...
Unless the person taking over ’his’ fate turns into Turing, someone truly standing at the apex of the secular world, transcending fate.
Cui Zhongcheng died in the blood night of the massacre, died in obscurity.
Thus, a new Cui Zhongcheng stood up, entering the Zhao Group without a drop of blood on him.
Turing controlled everything that happened at Huazhi, with the Zhao Group eventually being renamed to Lu... It seemed that these series of upheavals had nothing to do with him, but this was precisely his most brilliant point; true control does not need to leave a name, nor does it need to leave traces of control. He does not need to be the beneficiary of history, just the witness.
The world’s hatred actually had nothing to do with him.
Thus, Turing did not avenge Cui Zhongcheng, nor did he kill Zhao Xilai; he did not intervene in the causes and effects happening here, just quietly watching the entanglement, tangle, and separation of "everyone’s" fates, each reaching their own endpoints.
"I am just a traveller."
Turing looked up at the ink-like black shadow, took a big gulp of sparkling water, and smiled: "Huazhi is a great place, but unfortunately, I can never go back."
From the moment he left Da Du, the world no longer had a person named "Cui Zhongcheng."
He went to Changye to meet Bai Shu.
It meant... he would no longer live under this identity.
"You’re right, I will not give you the chance to go back either."
Deep Sea stared at Turing and said: "This time, I will chase you to the ends of the earth, even if you flee to the end of the [Old World], I will not let you go."
"Speaking of which, since birth, you haven’t even been willing to call me father."
"I don’t understand... is there such a deep hatred, such a big grievance between us?"
Turing chuckled, shaking the empty bottle in his hand, asked: "Or do you really think you have such great ability?"
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(More tonight.)
