Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies

Chapter 247: Chapter 247: Completely Exposed?

Chapter 247: Chapter 247: Completely Exposed?

The warrior pushed open the room door and stepped back to clear the way:

“Miss Jiang, please.”

Jiang Yan’s gaze subconsciously turned toward Song Qian.

He offered her an encouraging look, “I’ll wait for you at the door.”

“Alright,” Jiang Yan withdrew her gaze and lifted her leg to walk inside.

At the same time, Hua Bao, who had been stealthily nestled on her shoulder, had already spread its vines out in all directions, shielding her body’s vital parts.

Jiang Yan curved her lips into a smile; Hua Bao’s thoughtfulness and tacit understanding were truly impeccable.

There was another door forming an entryway inside the room, with strong drafts blowing through, chilling and constant.

The moment she stepped past the entryway, it seemed as if she triggered some mechanism; with a “boom,” the door at the entryway automatically closed tightly.

The entire space instantly fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Yan’s heart tightened, and after her eyes made out the scene inside the room, she eventually abandoned the idea of reaching into her pocket for a gun.

Suspended side by side on the central wall of the room were two enormous maps; one appeared to be of the entire world, and the other was likely of the country.

In front of the maps stood a young man in a black combat uniform, with an intimidating presence, seemingly making some markings on the maps.

The man was in his early twenties, with handsome features and a tall, erect posture, standing there like a sturdy pine.

He was the only one in the room, and there was a slight resemblance between his eyes and those of Mo Shiyao, so it must be Mo Jingsheng.

However, he was younger than she expected, and he possessed a sense of stability and oppression that didn’t seem to match his age, which surprised Jiang Yan.

Upon her entrance, Mo Jingsheng capped the marker in his hand and toned down his aura a bit, the seriousness and gravitas on his face also lessened slightly:

“Miss Jiang, I apologize for disturbing you at this late hour.”

His attitude was quite humble, yet the strong demeanor that radiated from him inherently made it feel somewhat incongruous.

Fortunately, Jiang Yan was accustomed to grand scenes and smiled amiably, “Leader Mo, you are being too polite.”

Without saying much more, Mo Jingsheng casually pointed to a desk that looked like a workbench and said to her, “Miss Jiang, please take a seat.”

“Thank you.” Jiang Yan took a deep breath and sat down, somehow feeling the room’s temperature drop.

The man opposite her sat down, squinted his eyes slightly, and scrutinized her before speaking:

“I hear Miss Jiang is an Anming citizen?”

Jiang Yan nodded, “Yes.”

Again, he spoke, “I’m deeply sorry for your mother’s death.”

“…” The abrupt shift in topic caught her off guard, causing her breath to hitch.

Jiang Yan vaguely guessed the purpose of his summoning her.

In her mind, such a day was bound to come eventually.

But she hadn’t expected it to come so soon.

She stealthily composed her emotions and was about to speak when he already pulled open a drawer, handing her a specially-made kraft paper bag:

“We’re short on time, and you’re a smart person, Miss Jiang, so I’ll get straight to the point. This is a document I received earlier, which I’ve just finished reviewing. It’s now yours to read.”

After saying “Alright,” Jiang Yan reached out and took the bag.

Sealed with a red “top secret” stamp on the top of the kraft paper bag, the seal was adorned with twine and showed neat cuts from a letter opener, evidence of a tamper-evident wax seal.

Nowadays, the internet had already collapsed, and many things had indeed returned to their original simplicity.

Jiang Yan frowned as she opened the bag and a small stack of A4 paper printed documents came into view.

[Top Secret File 01007: Reborn No. 007, Jiang Yan]

As her eyes fell on the line of small characters in the top right corner of the cover, her fingers paused while flipping through the document, and she involuntarily inhaled sharply.

Looking up, she saw Mo Jingsheng’s gaze fixed firmly upon her.

His deep and unfathomable eyes betrayed little emotion.

But Jiang Yan knew well that he was gauging her, watching her every micro-reaction.

Her entire body tensed, yet she managed to curve her lips into a smile, “Reborn? Does Leader Mo read online novels too?”

“I never do,” Mo Jingsheng’s expression grew more serious, his tone assertive as he said, “Miss Jiang might as well read on.”

“Alright.” Jiang Yan concealed her amusement and began reading.

[Name: Jiang Yan

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Height: 168cm

New novel chapt𝒆rs are published on ƒгeewebnovёl.com.

Place of birth: Anming

Education: Bachelor’s Degree (Double Major)

Family relations: Father (orphan): Jiang Yukang, Mother: Li Meizhen (orphan), Stepfather: Song Deming

Suspected rebirth date: May 9th, xx year

…]

Jiang Yan’s breathing tightened as her eyes froze on the large characters “May 9th,” her heart starting to pound wildly.

That was indeed the day she had been reborn.

It was also the day when her stepfather Song Deming and his younger associate and mistress Zhang Kai plotted to murder her for financial gain and attempted to sever her hand.

If the other party could find out about that day, then wouldn’t everything she did afterward be completely exposed…

Lips pursed, she took a deep breath and continued reading.

Her eyes widened more and more.

The record of her stepfather and Zhang Kai’s gruesome deaths in the villa’s basement, her going to the police station to give a statement, selling cars, houses, bags, watches to liquidate assets, all the records of hoarding materials and refurbishing homes, all the records of flights abroad, including staying in foreign hotels, purchasing supplies, changing numbers to issue disaster warnings to compatriots from abroad, transferring huge sums of money from HK to foreign accounts when the heatwave struck, and rampant shopping for gold and jewelry domestically and buying Apple Cabins – all were clearly listed.

There were also details concerning her background and a broad sketch of her parents’ business dealings.

This part of the content was very concise, words like “internet celebrity blogger” completely encapsulated her.

Jiang Yan’s forehead throbbed.

It felt as if she was stripped bare, with not a single shred of privacy remaining.

She had underestimated the government’s capabilities.

To investigate a person, even after the apocalypse, if they wanted to, they could still leave you with nowhere to hide.

It was just that, without technological means, it took a little longer.

Gritting her teeth, she continued flipping through until a black and white photo of her wearing a flight suit flying over the city came into view.

“This?” Jiang Yan’s pupils constricted, shocked for a second.

By then, every network was supposed to be down.

Mo Jingsheng, discerning as ever, clearly noticed the astonishment in the depths of her eyes:

“After the onset of the high temperatures, the regular civilian networks and satellites indeed failed. However, military satellites continue to operate normally. This photo was taken by a military satellite.”

Jiang Yan swallowed, speechless, and continued reading.

What followed were concise descriptions of their visit to the sky hotel and their journey to Xiangcheng, among other activities.

She had survived the self-destruction in Xiangcheng and appeared at Flame Base.

And she had used aliases “Su Yaen” and “Jiang Yan”…

Jiang Yan silently finished reading, her emotions largely settled.

Once she closed the document, the man spoke, “Other than you, fewer than four people have seen this material.”

“I, those above, the compiler and organizer. So, Miss Jiang need not worry about your identity being exposed.”

Jiang Yan smiled slightly, candidly responding:

“Leader Mo is jesting. I don’t know the purpose of the person who compiled these materials, but I’m just an ordinary person with a little bit of money, merely buying and buying. Such an identity, before the apocalypse, could be found in droves across the country.”

“Is that so?”

Mo Jingsheng lifted his cold eyelids, his piercing gaze giving her a sharp look, then leaned forward slightly, his tone suddenly serious:

“Miss Jiang, I didn’t summon you here to verify whether or not you are a Reborn. Whether you admit it or not, that is an established fact.”

His assertive demeanor carried a full load of pressure, causing Hua Bao to assume a defensive posture in a second.

“So?” Jiang Yan shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Mo Jingsheng’s jaw tensed for a second; perhaps recognizing his attitude had been too stern, he softened his tone slightly:

“We need your help. Or to be exact, the government needs your help…”