Chapter 74

Standing on the wall, Su Jing faintly heard the voices above:

"Finally, we successfully transmitted the waste again. Let's summarize the success rate."

"In total, we have transmitted twenty-one times, with four successes: the first, second, tenth, and twenty-first attempts. The rest were failures, with a success rate of about 19%. I really don't understand why the waste is often spit back out. The spacetime tunnel is very stable. The superluminal transmission uses the time difference between two points in a wormhole, allowing transmission only from the faster time point to the slower one, not the reverse..."

"Currently, we can only continue experimenting with waste from different spacetimes to find patterns or methods to improve the wormhole using negative energy..."

"Let's also test whether various life forms affect the transmission..."

The voices disappeared as the vortex finally vanished.

Su Jing was dazed, still unclear about who was on the other side of the wormhole. However, he increasingly felt they were a group of spacetime controllers and understood that the success rate of transmitting spacetime waste was not high. Many days passed without any waste coming out, not because the other side didn't dump it, but because it was spit back out.

This made Su Jing feel relieved. For now, the other side wouldn't dump a large amount of dangerous waste, as they still had some concerns.

This situation was similar to a science fiction short story, "Feed—Out," where the most terrifying thing wasn't the difficulty of waste disposal, but the fact that all the waste was thrown into a hole, thinking it would solve the problem forever. However, all the waste suddenly came back out, causing a major disaster. The people on the other side of the wormhole were likely worried about this happening.

Of course, one couldn't be too complacent. Just because the people on the other side thought it wasn't dangerous didn't mean it wasn't dangerous on Earth. If they ever solved the wormhole problem, they would dump all the waste, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Thinking too much won't help. Let's take it one step at a time."

Su Jing took a step and jumped off the wall. The golden eagle cooperatively used its claws to bring Su Jing down slowly. Even if the eagle didn't help, Su Jing could roll to cushion the fall and wouldn't be injured. Six meters wasn't much for him now.

After landing, Su Jing first checked the large pile of waste that had just been dumped. At first glance, he frowned. This pile was about half larger than the last one, almost filling the entire backyard. However, the key point was that the waste included car tires, glass, car doors, clothes, wooden strips, tiles, bricks, plastic bags, and other items from Earth.

"Is this really modern Earth's waste?" Su Jing looked depressed. The reason he disliked it was simple: waste from other worlds might be treasures on Earth, given the significant difference in item value. However, modern Earth's waste was likely just that—waste. It was like rummaging through a landfill, where finding a few mineral water bottles would be considered a good haul. What valuable items could he find?

"Hmm? This is..." Su Jing held out a glimmer of hope and carefully searched through the waste. After moving some bricks, he discovered a car hood. He quickly cleared the waste, revealing a completely wrecked car. Recognizing the emblem, Su Jing almost shouted in surprise.

"Wow, a Porsche 918." Su Jing couldn't believe his eyes. While different Porsche models varied greatly in performance and price, he had previously looked up the prices online. A Porsche 911 costs between 110 and 269 million, while a Porsche 918 costs between 1329 and 1464 million. Su Jing had initially wanted a Porsche 918 but settled for a Porsche 911 due to the price.

"Damn, what a waste!" Su Jing felt a pang of pain as he looked at the wrecked Porsche 918. The car was rusted and had been exposed to the elements for a long time. The hood and body were crushed and deformed. In such a state, even a luxury car was worthless and could only be sold for parts or materials.

"What kind of background would lead someone to throw away a Porsche 918 as waste?" Su Jing became curious and continued searching through the waste, separating metal sheets, glass, bricks, and wood for easier handling.

"Hmm?" Su Jing was pulling open a plastic bag when he saw something underneath and immediately pulled his hand back. If not for his improved mental resilience, he might have fallen back onto the grass.

Exposed before him was a head, the head of an elderly man with a square face and short hair.

"Another corpse? Don't play with me like this, okay?" Although he had obtained the Ten Thousand Beast Token from the three corpses last time, he still felt a strong aversion to them. Su Jing forced himself to suppress his nausea, grabbed the corpse's shoulder, and dragged it out of the waste.

At that moment, the "corpse's" eyes suddenly opened, meeting Su Jing's gaze.

Instantly, Su Jing felt a chill run down his spine, his body stiffening, and cold sweat breaking out on his back. He was certain this person had killed many people.

"Boy, where am I?" The old man looked at Su Jing, the chill in his eyes gradually fading.

Su Jing, now able to move, quickly stepped back, keeping a close eye on the old man. He noticed the old man was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, with a dagger embedded in his chest, likely piercing his heart. It was hard to believe he was still alive. If not for his sharp eyes and the fact that he spoke, Su Jing would have thought he was a zombie.

However, the old man seemed unaware of how he got there, which made Su Jing recall the voice from above: "Let's also test whether various life forms affect the transmission." The old man was likely just an experiment for the spacetime controllers, treated as waste. More concerning was the implication that they planned to dump problematic life forms in the future.

"Who are you?" Su Jing asked, feeling a pang of sympathy for the old man's condition but also cautious due to the terrifying look in his eyes. The spacetime controllers might be cold and ruthless, but the old man was not necessarily a good person. If he helped the old man and was killed in return, he would be a fool.

"Who I am is not important; I'm just a dying man." The old man looked pale and weak, coughing and spitting out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes remained sharp.

"You don't know how you got here?" Su Jing continued.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. To escape from my pursuers, I fled into a forest, collapsed from exhaustion, and passed out on the grass. Didn't you bring me here?" The old man couldn't imagine that he had been thrown into another world as waste.

"No, I found you here." Su Jing replied.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter now." The old man stopped worrying about how he got there and stared at Su Jing. "Boy, it's a rare encounter to meet you before I die. I have a question for you: do you want to become a mentalist?"

(P.S.: Worrying about the story being abandoned is unnecessary. The one-day break was mainly due to stricter regulations on web novels. I had to discard several thousand words from the previous outline because of potential violations and got stuck. Today, I will update 3-4 times. In the future, I will ensure regular updates while also stockpiling chapters to avoid similar issues. Additionally, I thank those who have supported me, including such a stylish me, Dream~Reality, I Love Water, I Love Xiao Yan, Old Li 1407, FTS Little Evil, Transcend Self, Ray997, Kid Sama My Idol, A Group of Idiots, Haiyuan Novel, Daozun Wuming, and others for their votes and donations. Thank you all.)