“So, based on the above deductions and clues, I suspect that this meme contamination is very likely spread through the interstellar network.
As long as we answer, the Astral Express may be affected by the meme.”
Under the train crew’s utterly shocked gazes, Ye Cang raised his palm and gently “caressed” Asta’s sorrowful face frozen in the hologram.
His gaze was full of pity.
“Miss Asta knew rescue was hopeless and wanted to lock the meme contamination within the space station’s perimeter.
That way…”
“Sacrificing everyone in the space station would minimize the spread of the meme contamination.
It would…
preserve the other planets in the star zone.”
He withdrew his hand, stepped back, and bowed deeply to everyone.
A calm smile returned to his face.
“Of course, the above is all just my guess.
You Nameless don’t need to take it to heart.
Just treat it as a reference.
If it turns out to be true, then I’ll just say I copied it.”
Only now did everyone snap out of Ye Cang’s seemingly absurd yet completely logically consistent deductions.
Each of their faces was written with the same bizarre expression.
Did you sneak a look at the script?
“Don’t say it!
No, actually, you should say it!” March clapped her hands together, then clapped them once more.
Dan Heng also rarely showed such an amazed expression and said with deep agreement, “Well-reasoned and convincing.”
Ye Cang shook his head.
“That’s all it takes to convince you?
I suggest you don’t take it too seriously, because I really did make it up.”
“Even if it’s made up on the spot, it is undoubtedly the hypothesis closest to reality.” Mr.
Yang acknowledged Ye Cang’s explanation and turned to walk toward the sleeping car.
He raised a hand, and a simple metal cane appeared in his palm out of thin air.
Then he struck it heavily on the Astral Express’s floor and, without looking back, said, “Since we’ve decided to go to the space station, we naturally need to make the fullest preparations…
You talk among yourselves.
I’ll go pack my ‘luggage.'”
Himeko watched Mr.
Yang leave the observation car, then raised a hand and said with a smile, “In that case, everyone go prepare.
We’ll meet back in the observation car in one system hour.”
“Okay.” Dan Heng said nothing more.
He took his spear, Cloud-Piercer, and turned to leave.
March 7th touched the blue camera at her waist and looked at Ye Cang and Himeko.
“I don’t think I have much to pack.
Bringing my camera is enough.
What about you two?”
Ye Cang stood rooted in place, not moving.
“What’s wrong?” Himeko asked in a low voice.
“I suddenly have a bold idea.” The youth grinned, showing a mouthful of neat white teeth.
“Stop right there.
Please put away your bold idea!” Although she didn’t know what Ye Cang was planning, March immediately spoke up to stop him, her expression slightly wary.
Himeko’s expression shifted, a glint flashing through her amber eyes.
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to send a reply to Asta.” Ye Cang chuckled, his face beaming.
“Just say…”
“Rich lady, I don’t want to work hard anymore.
If I save your life, can you keep me?”
Himeko: “…”
March looked at him with disdain.
“Can you have some dignity?”
“Come on, that’s the lead researcher of a whole space station!
She must be loaded, right?” Ye Cang spread his hands.
Although he didn’t know exactly how rich Asta was, with a title like that, she had to be a rich lady.
“A rich lady with money and looks like that, forget keeping me; I’d happily throw in a Star Destroyer for free!”
“Yo!” March felt her fist harden.
“You want to take and give at the same time?”
Himeko gave this incorrigible youth a deep look and said meaningfully, “That Miss Asta may be even richer than you imagine.”
Ye Cang’s eyes lit up.
“For real?”
Himeko withdrew her gaze, her beautiful eyes looking out at the starry sky beyond the window.
She casually toyed with the red hair at her temple and changed the subject.
“Can you tell me your reason for doing this?
Based on your conjecture, as long as you reply, you might attract meme contamination…
What makes you want to take such a risky move?”
“Nothing much.
Just a bit curious.” Ye Cang scratched his head.
“We still have too little information.
This is our only chance to come into contact with the meme contamination in advance.
As long as we prepare sufficient protection, the risk shouldn’t be that great.”
“If we can analyze the nature of this meme ahead of time, I think the subsequent trip to the Herta Space Station will be much safer.”
He had to admit that in front of Himeko, Ye Cang still restrained his wilder tendencies somewhat.
Don’t ask why.
The answer is “The Final Lesson.”
Himeko smiled.
The curve of her lips was like a spring breeze.
“As expected, Ye Cang, deep down you’re actually a good person.”
“Who are you calling a good person?” Ye Cang glared, then deflated and dropped his hands.
“Don’t give me a good person card, please.
It’s bad luck.”
March was shocked.
“You believe in that stuff?
I thought your skin was as thick as the Wall of Preservation.”
Ye Cang glanced at her sideways, then his gaze drifted downward, his face full of disdain.
“Not as thick as the Wall of Preservation.
Maybe just a bit thicker than someone’s chest.”
“You’re asking for it!” March threw a punch, so forceful it nearly plastered Ye Cang onto the observation car’s wall on the spot.
His bones creaked.
If this body hadn’t previously drunk the [Abundance Potion], he might have gone to meet his great-grandma early.
“Are you okay?” Himeko quickly stepped forward to support the nearly vomiting blood Ye Cang, her expression slightly reproachful.
“March doesn’t know her own strength.
Why did you have to mess with her?”
“I’m fine.
Just almost died in the line of duty, that’s all.” Ye Cang clutched his chest, grimacing in pain.
March crossed her arms and snorted.
“You’re just a temp.
Even if you die in the line of duty, the Astral Express won’t give you any compensation.”
Ye Cang: “?”
He turned to look at Himeko, who was supporting him, his face full of disbelief.
“You hear this?
Is this human speech?”
Himeko gazed at him gently, smiling without a word.
Ye Cang had no choice but to walk back to the public communication terminal.
Looking at Conductor Pom-Pom, who was cleaning, he suddenly asked, “Is there any way to cut off all of the Astral Express’s networks and keep only this one terminal’s communications?”