Kidnapping All of Humanity
Every second of Wu Qingchen's life marked the next second for the entire planet. Protected by the world's most elite troops, guided by its most distinguished experts, strategized by its brightest tacticians, and watched by people everywhere, Wu Qingchen embarked on his journey across dimensions. Or rather, amid the affectionate curses, scoldings, and greetings in hundreds of languages from seven billion people around the globe, Wu Qingchen began his adventure through alternate worlds. Readers’ group: 428935003 Official WeChat account: 1A7489 This account releases occasional updates on three novels’ side stories, shares writing insights from time to time, posts opening chapters inspired by random ideas, and offers various updates on creative excursions. You are welcome to join the "Morning Rain at Dawn" discussion group, group number: 559732425. (This is a supergroup for 2,000 members, generously sponsored by Zhu Lang Fairy, so everyone can discuss together. Zhu Lang Fairy says: ‘Morning Rain, I want to be featured on the homepage.’)
Kidnapping All of Humanity
I must be insane.
Even in my wildest dreams, Wu Qingchen had never imagined that one day he would be sitting, dressed in a wrinkled shirt and equally wrinkled pants, layered with a bulletproof vest and a life jacket, two slabs of bulletproof glass standing upright before him, attending an emergency session of the United Nations. In front of him sat rows upon rows of people of every skin color—yellow, white, black—faces etched with all the emotions humanity could muster: anxiety, panic, surprise, hope, and more.
I must be insane.
Wu Qingchen bowed his head, pressing hard on his aching temples, wishing desperately to escape this dream.
This absurd dream was just as surreal as the one he’d had five hours earlier, when he’d been in an old house a thousand kilometers away—perhaps even more so.
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There’s a rumor—perhaps unfounded—that when managers in the home renovation market promote wooden doors to customers, aside from extolling their aesthetics, eco-friendliness, and health benefits, their main selling point is the door’s gentle, pleasant sound when knocked.
But whether it’s an iron door, a wooden door, or one of those plastic doors that even mid-tier markets refuse to sell, once it’s been knocked on for a full five minutes without response, some kind of “temperamental” environmental factor inevitably transforms the initial pleasant “knock knock knock…” into a much less agreeable “bang bang bang…”
And then, into something utterly divorced from “pleasant”—“BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!”
The effect was immediat
