"Your thinking is becoming more and more divergent."
"Just guessing." Lin Yi said with a smile:
"After all, this is a logically sound deduction."
"Then tell me, how did the natives on the island go extinct?"
"Apocalyptic flood." Lin Yi said:
"The reason for destruction in myths all over the world is always the apocalyptic flood."
"Apocalyptic flood..."
"These things are really becoming more and more chaotic."
"Who says they're not? There isn't direct evidence yet to prove these things; it's just guesswork."
"Focus on the present."
Liang Xianghe lit a cigarette, and the smoke drifted in the air.
For a moment, Lin Yi saw a trace of melancholy in Liang Xianghe's eyes.
"I hope that before I step down or before I die, I can lay a solid foundation for the Central Guards Brigade."
"Don't say that, if you leave, who will take care of me?"
"Relax, as long as I'm alive, no one will dare to touch you." Liang Xianghe said:
"Even if I really die, you still have Uncle Lu."
