Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 718 - 460 Superstitious Behavior_1

From the secluded island to the bustling city, Xin really struggled to adjust. On the route from the airport to his residence, he was constantly in a state of vigilant tension.

Once they reached the residence and there were no other outsiders present, Xin relaxed quite a bit.

Everyone here was familiar, and it was relatively quiet. After tidying up his room, Xin wandered around the courtyard.

Of course, he wasn’t there to admire the estate’s scenery; grand mansions and garden views didn’t have much appeal to him. He actually wanted to see those koi that, according to Jia and the others, were raised by the boss to be extremely robust.

Squatting next to the landscape pond, Xin observed the koi and then thought about the marine iguanas on the island.

There seemed to be a similarity in their essence!

They were like siblings of different species and different parents.

It wasn’t about their appearance but their stature, their demeanor, that seemingly boundless vitality and animation of life!

Even though ’demeanor’ might not seem appropriate when talking about koi and marine iguanas, at that very moment, the word suddenly popped into Xin’s mind.

He reached out and gently poked one of the koi that looked like a pearl-swine as it lazily swam by.

Piu~

A nimble tail flick.

A one hundred and eighty-degree turn on the spot to dodge away, quickly swimming off.

After watching the koi for quite a while, Xin left satisfied.

Originally, he thought the growth of the marine iguanas on the island was a bit absurdly wild, but now, compared to the koi in the pond, there was still room for development.

Being brought to Yang City by Feng Yi to celebrate the New Year, Xin wasn’t confined to just staying at home.

He could continue his lifestyle, but he had to avoid becoming too detached from society. Clearly, Xin understood these reasons,

There were things he didn’t like, but that didn’t mean he didn’t understand them.

Declining the company of his colleagues, Xin chose to go shopping by himself, visit the flower market, buy things he needed and liked, and then observe the operation of the city, experiencing the services of technological intelligence.

He even made a special trip to the Yang City Zoo to check out that python with the unique genetics sponsored by his boss.

It was easy to recognize, not just by its skin color but also by the fact that it was significantly larger than other pythons of the same period.

[It’s indeed raised by the boss.]

Xin was not the slightest bit surprised.

His surprise had already occurred with those marine iguanas on the island.

He had his horizons broadened in Yang City by the koi that resembled pigs in the boss’s home.

Feng Yi had a busy year, meeting many people, and his phone was particularly busy during this period.

Even Old Man Feng, with his tacit approval, had the Feng Family’s eldest uncle send Feng Yi an invitation.

During the New Year period, there would be a ceremony at the newly built ancestral hall last year, inviting Feng Yi to attend.

However, Feng Yi declined to participate on the grounds that his name was not in the ancestral hall’s genealogy.

He was impatient to mix into the mess of the Feng Family in Yang City.

On New Year’s Eve, after the Reunion Dinner, Feng Yi had a chat with Xin.

He was thinking about that hypothetical question that Santos had asked him.

The hypothesis.

In front of Santos, Feng Yi couldn’t say much, but now, facing his own people, he didn’t need to hold back so much.

"Xin, you’ve lived in tropical regions for most of the time, right? Including before you joined us," Feng Yi asked.

Xin nodded.

Before meeting Feng Yi, when he was on the move, he was mostly active in tropical areas as well, sailing up and down, and had even been to high-latitude locations, but mostly, he preferred living in tropical regions.

Feng Yi asked him, "What do you think would happen if people in tropical areas experienced a cold snap with extreme temperature drops?"

Xin confused, "How extreme?"

Feng Yi said, "Imagine suddenly dropping to minus forty or fifty degrees, or even lower."

Xin: "Without measures to keep warm, they would definitely suffer a lot."

Feng Yi thought for a moment and then added, "What if there’s not much time to adjust, and the temperature drops suddenly."

If it were Meteorological Weapons, how long could their effect last?

As the cold wave advances, you see the minus twenty line, minus thirty line, minus forty line... advancing step by step.

But if it’s Meteorological Weapons, a place could plummet cliff-like from twenty-something degrees to below minus fifty... no, a weapon capable of altering the weather would have even more power, and the temperature drop would be more than minus fifty degrees!

Feng Yi: "It could be during the time it takes to drink a glass of water, dropping from the usual temperature to below minus fifty degrees."

Xin said, "Ah, then they might leave this world without feeling too much pain."

Feng Yi fell silent.

During the "Survivor" show, when the cold snap hit and temperatures dropped sharply, the guests were repeatedly reminded about safety timings for going out, as well as protective measures while breathing.

But if one were to experience such a sharp drop in temperature while wearing a short-sleeved shirt, indeed, they might fade away quickly.

Meteorological Weapons truly are a double-edged sword; it all depends on how they are used, how they are regulated, and strictly managed...

But...

As Steve said, first see if they exist, then think about the rest.

If Meteorological Weapons were available, even if a period of climatic anomalies returned, there would be options to choose from, and the courage to confront them head-on.

Feng Yi’s silence made Xin a bit worried. Reflecting on Feng Yi’s questions, he simply said, "The world is filled with unlimited possibilities."

Feng Yi also smiled, "Yes, unlimited possibilities."

On the first day of the lunar new year, Feng Yi went to Xiao Feng Mountain.

To pay a New Year’s visit to Mute Uncle.

Xiao Feng Mountain ancestral home, in a sense, can also be regarded as the site of the "ancestral grave". It was good to make a visit during the New Year.

Perhaps because he played mahjong late into the night yesterday, when Feng Yi arrived at the ancestral home, Mute Uncle was still yawning.