In that instant when the thought flashed through Ji Youli's mind, he felt the strange information in his head disappear, both things simultaneously integrating into his body.
It was only then that he realized he wasn't forced to choose between the two; he wasn't compelled to make a choice at all. He could choose both or neither.
Now, having chosen both, he didn't feel any particularly noticeable change for the moment.
He no longer cared about any of this, sitting on the ground, staring blankly at the distant flames and black smoke, feeling a mix of bewilderment and a sense of exhaustion after narrowly escaping disaster.
Beside him, a woman who sat downstairs all year analyzing information was bustling around, holding a cell phone and constantly counting heads to ensure everyone had made it out; while counting, she kept shouting for those from the third building to come to her.
The fire truck rushed in, beginning its firefighting procedures.
