Chapter 52

Before dragging his heavy steps out of the leader's room, Shen Jian left Shen Xiuzhu here.

He planned to let Shen Xiuzhu and the leader stare at each other. It didn't matter who could get the other's information out. In short, the two of them should stay here honestly and not give him any more surprises.

"Oh, by the way." Shen Jian stopped Shen Xiuzhu from trying to put his cape on him, "Keep my promise and bring those piles of documents over there to him for approval."

Shen Xiuzhu folded his cloak in half and put it on his arm. He silently glanced at the five piles of documents that reached the ceiling in the corner and silently swallowed the thought of asking for mercy.

He was really afraid that Shen Jian would give him half of these things... This workload would be fatal.

"Solomon has already conducted a parallel space-time test through my laboratory, and will report to you once there is any situation." Shen Xiuzhu watched Shen Jian put on his shirt, moved his fingers, and resisted the urge to step forward to tidy it up.

"And, I will find out why he chose this path." Shen Xiuzhu said softly, looking at the hidden lounge, his words slowly and firmly.

Shen Jian glanced at Shen Xiuzhu and slowly curled the corners of his lips, “It seems that our Lord Qingzhu is the most ruthless guy.”

After all, even Shen Jian himself couldn't bring himself to conduct a real interrogation many times.

Although Shen Jian knew very well that perhaps other subordinates in Wu Yan Tower would be better at asking questions that he could not get out of the question now.

Shen Xiuzhu smiled and shook his head. "It's the situation. It will just be a little more painful? But I'm numb."

"I wish you a smooth landing of the flag, sir from another world." Shen Xiuzhu whispered, half-kneeling and gently placing his hand on his chest.

Shen Jian said nothing, walked over and gently placed his hand on Shen Xiuzhu's shoulder.

However, when he actually stepped onto the main ship heading to the northern waters, Shen Jian's steps involuntarily became heavy.

He sat in the center of the main hall of the main ship, stared at Chen An, who looked innocent and confused, for a while, and sighed deeply.

"Chen An..." Shen Jian stared at the chestnut-haired man, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Chen An easily walked past the piercing eyes of his colleagues and came to the control desk. He knelt down with sparkling eyes, "Your Majesty?"

Shen Jian lowered his head and looked at his military subordinates who were very excited about the upcoming war, and fell silent for a while.

"How do we dive to the surface of the sea?" He asked in a low voice, his eyes moving around Shen An's face.

Shen An shrugged, "We will go down the same way as they did in the Middle Ages, coating it with a waterproof membrane and then connecting a device to extract oxygen from seawater."

Shen Jian hummed, reached out and touched Shen An’s face, then pinched it.

Sure enough, Mo Yi’s face shape… was molded after Shen An’s. It was probably because the bone connections and muscle directions were changed, but I don’t know if he knew it himself.

But Mo Yi from the Source World definitely doesn’t know about this.

"?" Shen An was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Shen Jian blankly.

"Your Majesty?" he asked in a low voice, his eyes changing from the usual deliberate confusion to real questioning.

Shaking his head, Shen Jian retracted his hand and explained casually: “Child’s mind.”

Shen An: “…”

Shen Lanhe glanced at Shen An, who was stunned on the ground, and coughed, "Your Majesty, can you please be more considerate of my childish nature?"

Shen Jian refused indifferently and ruthlessly, and an inexplicable faint sigh of loss suddenly sounded in the ship. The people who pretended to be busy but actually kept paying attention to this side scattered around and walked around boredly.

Shen Lanhe turned his eyes away, not wanting to see Shen An's smug look as he raised his head reservedly.

However, a collective exhalation of relief could be heard from Shen Jian's micro-earphone.

Shen Jian felt speechless.

"Chen Congjian stayed in Wuyan Tower, your majesty, the highest-ranking direct descendant on board is Shen Tu, the others are staying in the Ark." Shen Pingyan opened the main ship door and walked in, pushing his glasses, "Do you need me to introduce myself?"

“No need,” Shen Jian turned around and looked at him, “Sir Shen Pingyan who single-handedly supported Xu Yinmo to become a big man.”

The man pursed his lips seemingly calmly, "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?" Shen Jian smiled, "There's still no movement in the Middle Ages?"

Shen Pingyan took a step back. After a slight dripping sound, Solomon's projection exploded in the central sky. Shen Pingyan raised his head and looked at the schematic diagram.

"In fact, since a while ago... I mean, since you appeared, irregular storms have begun to appear in the northern seas." He looked at the peak image calmly, and waved his hand casually as if he had been coordinating with Solomon for a long time. The image switched smoothly into a ring interface, slowly rotating around the tiny red dot.

"Perhaps Mo Yi is looking forward to your arrival." He looked at the several red hostile points marked out indifferently, and curled the corners of his lips slightly, "This time it's even more gorgeous than my pledge of allegiance."

Shen Jian hummed and knocked on the table, “Solomon.”

[Hello, the person with the highest authority. 】

"How do you get along?" Shen Jian asked Shen An nonchalantly, "In fact, Solomon knows a lot of technologies that cannot be replicated now, such as quantum teleportation."

Shen An blinked gently, revealing some surprise, as if wondering why Shen Jian asked this question, and tilted his head to look at Shen Jian.

There was a hint of doubt in the boy's eyes.

Shen Lanhe and Shen Pingyan were also silent for a while. Shen Pingyan, who had just been getting along well with Solomon, silently took a step back and immediately stated his position.

The hall fell into a strange and unknown atmosphere, and the subordinates on the periphery cast glances at Shen Jian with... a little condemnation?

Shen Jian:?

"Cough." Finally, Shen An pretended to cough in the strange silence and smiled innocently, "Let's talk about this question after we end the war, right?"

"Or are you sure you want to tell me now?"

Shen Jian's throat rolled slowly. Although he didn't know why this question had to wait until the matter was over, he understood the atmosphere of the scene.

...The atmosphere when Shen Xiuzhu asked him whether he would commit suicide.

If he were to continue pursuing the matter, he would probably be the primary victim.

So he wisely changed the subject: “I went to see Shen Xiuzhu.”

As soon as the words fell, the hall suddenly became quiet.

After a moment, Shen An stood up, changed his posture to a very clear kneeling posture, and lowered his head slightly.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," he whispered, "I didn't leave you a complete Wuyan Tower."

"How could that be?" Shen Jian said, "To be honest, I'm glad that I can still see you alive."

"After your leader's death."

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Under the sea, medieval.

Semicircular bubbles wrap around the rigid and ancient underwater buildings, transparent pipes extend into the unknown sea water, and mechanical parts diligently extract oxygen from each water molecule and transport it back to the city.

The circular building, like Atlantis, is stacked layer upon layer, and when it reaches the center, it appears to be the highest, like a topless pyramid that has been magnified several times.

Countless small robots were busy transporting ore with a light blue glow back and forth. The round tires of the carts were gurgling. They maintained themselves very well, and cute kitten and dog stickers were pasted on the places where the paint had peeled.

[Hello, the one with the highest authority.] A robot that had welded bunny ears on itself stopped, raised its head and greeted the man in the dark red Tang suit.

The man responded calmly, closed the inky umbrella and knocked it to the ground, then cast his eyes toward the sea.

[Do you have any instructions?] The little robot shook its soft metal rabbit ears, [I hope I can serve you. You are my highest authority wish.]

"..." The man lowered his eyes and looked at the little robot for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned over and touched the rabbit's ears, "Nothing, just someone is coming."

He had been the only one here for a long, long time, and the Middle Ages was now an empty shell.

Mo Yi cast his gaze towards the countless robots pushing carts, his expression calm and indifferent, the tip of his umbrella against the ground, and the bracelet slipping off his wrist.

The little robot's information processor gave priority to the man's actions, and it stayed where it was, trying to use its authority to remember the feeling of being touched.

When the man turned around and walked into the top floor again, the little robots started jumping up and down, joyfully passing the warm touch to all the little robots.

[Like~]

The little robot shook its bunny ears and felt that welding bunny ears was the right choice.

Those with the highest authority do not like small animals and rarely touch them.

[I hope it feels like this when my father touches me.] The little robot thought longingly.

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Shen Xiuzhu opened the door of the lounge and went in with a cup of coffee.

The leader only fluttered his eyelashes slightly when he heard the door ring, and then watched Shen Xiuzhu busying around indifferently and calmly.

After Shen Xiuzhu moved some of the documents over, he stood there and stared at the leader for a while, letting the pain ferment in his heart.

He promised Shen Jian that he would ask the leader's purpose, and he straightened his spine in front of Shen Jian and made a promise to the savior chosen by his leader who disappeared silently.

The other target he promised to attack was also his leader's counterpart.

How could he really do as he said to Shen Jian and torture the person who was tied to the treatment chair without any emotion?

He couldn't do it, rather, the thought of it would bring pain faster than the cramps in his joints in the cold.

But he had to do...

Shen Jian needs him.

It would be better to say that the trillions of worlds that he dared not count needed him.

Shen Xiuzhu's eyes went dark, and small black spots appeared from under his eyelids, gradually covering his field of vision.

He let them cover the long-haired leader first, trying to gain an extremely brief escape.

After a moment, Shen Xiuzhu said, "Leader."

"Yeah." The leader responded, staring at him with his calm dark eyes.

Except when facing Shen Jian, he still looked as if he would die as soon as the job was done.

Shen Xiuzhu lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. He paused for a while, then slowly bent his legs and knelt down.

The aching knee touched the cold ground, making a loud noise and causing intense pain.

The leader's expression suddenly turned cold and he gripped the armrest tightly.

He said in a very urgent tone: "Get up."

Chen Xiuzhu did not respond. He silently waited for the pain that made his eyes go dark to pass, and then he forced a smile: "Sir..."

"I want to ask you a question."

It seemed that as long as the leader interrupted him, he would stop talking.

But the leader didn't say anything, and Shen Xiuzhu continued speaking freely as if he had known it for a long time: "I want to know... when did you find the machine?"

"...Did you recognize your own darkness from the other Shen Jian?"

"Whose darkness is the 'Mo Yi' of this world?"