Chapter 53 He Actually Wants to Change

Shen Cinian's hand suddenly tightened, and without time to ask any more questions, he quickly stood up without even taking his coat in his hand, and walked out directly without paying attention to Mi Shimeng and Tang Baidu's questions.

Instead of driving, he turned into a ball of black mist, spreading invisibly under the cover of night.

He was too bold, as if he was unaware of his situation. He dared to run out alone after dark, and even put himself in danger. He really... deserved to be punished.

He thought so as they dispersed.

…

Fang Ke regained consciousness after a bucket of ice water was poured on his head.

He was tied to a chair. There were many faces in front of him, but they were not much older than him. They looked to be in their early twenties and seemed to be young people who had just entered society or college students.

"Please rest assured," a young man said, seemingly reporting to a superior, his tone very respectful. "Underground Team 336 has captured Fang Ke. Please rest assured, leaders, we haven't resorted to violence immediately. We will definitely try to influence him according to the Party Constitution."

Another young woman held up a piece of paper and presented it to Fang Ke. She said solemnly, "Hello, Comrade Fang Ke. I am the political commissar of Group 336 of the Forbidden Spirit Party. I hope you will cooperate with our upcoming ideological education."

"I don't think you should be so arrogant and do whatever you want because of your privilege. Your behavior has already..."

"Based on this, Comrade Wen Guxin, Chairman of the Forbidden Soul Party, has given you the following instructions: First, you should follow our 336 Group and deeply experience the dire straits of ordinary people. I hope you will awaken in the process. Second, Chairman Wen hopes you can join the Forbidden Soul Party and overthrow the privileged rule of the Players' Association. Comrade Wen believes that all privileges began with the establishment of the Players' Association. Third,..."

Fang Ke remained silent, his mind full of questions.

Are you playing house? What a childish statement!

Fight against the players and oppose the spirit masters, then who will resist the weirdness?

Faced with foreign enemies, these people are so stupid that they want to start a civil war!

Seeing Fang Ke's resistant look, the young woman sighed helplessly and stepped aside.

"Report to the organization: The target refuses to accept our party's offer of amnesty. Our party, adhering to the guiding principle of first courtesy and then force, has decided to subdue him by force."

"Punishment!"

"Bullshit!" Fang Ke finally couldn't help but swear.

What kind of ideological guidance is this? Isn't this just brainwashing? Are these people involved in a pyramid scheme?!

He wanted to break free from the chair and stand up to beat someone up, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm. He turned around and saw a damn idiot holding a syringe and preparing to give him an injection of muscle relaxant!

He swung the potion hard, sending it flying. The needle broke in his arm, leaving a bruise. The pain made him grit his teeth instantly.

"The target is resisting severely. Remove the ropes and cuff him!"

What the hell is this cancelling the rope? What kind of middle school organization is this!

"Fuck!" Fang Ke raised his foot and kicked the person who was close to him aside. "Are you fucking crazy? Are you addicted to acting? Are you going crazy because of failing the course in school?"

"The target is emotionally agitated and beyond help." The man climbed back up and forcibly handcuffed Fang Ke's hands to the back of the chair, and his ankles to the chair legs. The expression on his face was strangely fanatical and pious. He muttered as if possessed by a demon, "The organization is right. The Spirit Controllers are arrogant, conceited, and inhuman. They are cold-blooded. Under their rule, sooner or later we will be drained of our blood..."

"They are...slaves of the soul. They oppress their fellow humans just like the Weird. They...are the Weird's accomplices and lackeys!"

It is rare to see people confusing right and wrong to such an extent. Fang Ke felt very disgusted and stupid for a moment. He was unable to struggle and could only glare at the group of idiots in front of him. He wished he could dig open their brains with his eyes to see what kind of mess was inside!

His bestial ferocity seemed to infuriate the men, and someone immediately took up the tongs from the brazier.

The same fanaticism, the same obsession: "We don't need to be merciful to them! We must arm ourselves and seize the right to speak! Let these damned spirit slaves see what it means to change the world!"

"Spirit slave! Spirit slave!"

"Brand these two words on his face!"

Grass……

Fang Ke turned his head away to avoid it, but the heat from the tongs continued to approach, and the hot sparks even broke a few hairs on his face!

He struggled desperately and the chair shook violently, but he couldn't get rid of the damn handcuffs.

Damn! He's really going to be disfigured!

The lights suddenly went out.

The cold wind lifted up everyone's trouser legs.

The vision was plunged into darkness and temporarily blinded. No one could see what was happening. In the darkness, only the burning brazier and the fire tongs were frighteningly bright.

A pale, cold hand stretched out from somewhere and held the hand holding the tongs.

Cold, as cold as a corpse.

"Ah! It's a trick! A trick! Something's happening!"

"Report this to the Security Bureau! Have them send a spirit controller..."

My mouth was suddenly covered, and there was a very soft sound in my ear: "Sh ...

"Game time is over," Shen Chenian stroked the man's throat, "If you don't mind me taking my ignorant child away, then what?"

There was no way he would mind it, Shen Ci Nian’s sharp nails were pressing against his arteries.

He could only nod tremblingly.

There was a snap of fingers in the darkness, followed by the crisp sound of handcuffs falling to the ground.

"Stand up and hold my hand."

Fang Ke pursed his lips and looked at the hand that emerged from the light of the fire tongs, then put his hand on it.

Why do I suddenly feel guilty?

Shen Cinian held the man holding the tongs hostage with one hand and tightly grasped Fang Ke with the other.

"Don't act rashly," Shen Qinian looked at the young men who had realized that it was a human and not a ghost and were about to make a move, "otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't twist his head off."

The threat sounded real.

No one dared to move until the three men left the warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, the security guards of Team 3 were waiting with guns and live ammunition. After the incident, Mi Shimeng immediately called the Security Bureau and described in detail the kidnapping of Fang Ke. She also accurately reported their address through telepathy with the God Lord.

"Everyone inside, get down with your heads in your hands! You're causing trouble and kidnapping citizens. Take them all back to the Security Bureau for detention and ideological education! I'm telling you, you'll be prosecuted! If you want to redeem yourself for meritorious service, immediately reveal all the members and locations you know of!"

The night wind was a little chilly, so Chen Cinian took off his scarf and wrapped it around Fang Ke's neck.

"Hearing that they will also be subject to ideological education, do you feel relieved?" Shen Ci Nian said in a calm tone.

"Well," Fang Ke paused and said, "but I still want to punch each of them to wake up their brains that have been thinking nonsense all day long."

Before Shen Qinian looked over, he pursed his lips and whispered, "But that would mean I'm joining a group fight with them, and I'd also have to..."

"Take you somewhere," Shen Cinian said suddenly.

Fang Ke never thought that the place Shen Cinian was talking about was the Security Bureau. He sat next to Shen Cinian, watching the security guards stamp the faces of those young people with red seals and then line up to take pictures. For some reason, he suddenly felt like laughing.

He just smiled, but seemed to feel a little embarrassed, his face immediately turned cold again, and he pinched Shen Xinian's palm with his hand, as if to warn Shen Xinian not to go out and talk nonsense.

He actually understood what Shen Ci Nian meant. Besides punching someone, there were many other ways to vent anger that were permitted by the rules and regulations. For example, Shen Ci Nian showed him his permit and took him to visit the Security Bureau's interrogation of these illegal terrorists.

Naturally, some things will not be revealed to the outside world, but there is talk of torture and forced confessions within the Security Bureau.

After watching for a while, Fang Ke lost interest.

It was at this moment that he heard Shen Qinian say, "Do you want to change?"

He shook his head, "I don't."

Shen Qinian said: "Then go in and beat them, no one will stop you."

The moment Shen Ci Nian lowered his head, Fang Ke put his hands around his waist and said in a low but clear voice: "It's not illegal for you to date someone, and you won't be sent to the police station, so I can only beat you up."

Shen Ci snorted, "You're rebelling."

He actually always wanted to change.

I have always wanted to be a normal person.

He buried his face in Shen Chenian’s chest, “If you don’t let me get irritated, I’ll change a little, but listen, I’ll only change a little.”

Shen Cinian reached out and touched his head, and after a long moment, he replied, "Okay."

Fang Ke didn't move. He didn't believe what Shen Cinian said from the bottom of his heart.

He knew very well that in more than a month, after the college entrance examination, what awaited him was a family marriage.

When he returns to City A, his situation will be worse than before.

Even if Shen Ci Nian was in broad daylight, he only had a little money.

Shen Cinian has no power or influence, and with the two major families in front of them, no one can twist their wrists.

All the good things are fleeting illusions, but he...actually...

Actually, it's enough. I'm actually content in my heart. In fact, memories can be chewed over and over again. In fact, pain can be numbed by memories, so... so...

So he wanted to... think more, more, so that one day in the future he wouldn't get tired of it and want to find something new but couldn't find it no matter how hard he tried.

He will be very annoyed, he will really be very annoyed, one day he will even be annoyed with living, maybe he will...

End this absurd life.

Fang Ke hugged Shen Cinian's waist tightly, and he suddenly... suddenly wanted to jump onto Shen Cinian.

Like a little kid playing tricks on his brother, he climbed onto Shen Cinian using his hands and feet like a spider.

But he didn't do it in the end. He couldn't do such a shameful thing.

He just whispered: "Master..."

Shen Cinian's hand on his head paused slightly, but he didn't respond.

"Master..." He shouted again as if he was unwilling to give up.

Still no response.

Shen Ci Nian did not respond, but patted him on the back, "Okay, get up, we still have to settle accounts when we get home."

"No, I feel really uncomfortable." Fang Ke couldn't get up. "Year-end..."

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