Chapter 54

The leader's gaze froze for two seconds before he was sure that the person in front of him was indeed Shen Jian.

The boy's expression was almost invisible. He kicked open the door of the lounge, then quickly walked up to the leader, swiftly untied his restraints, then took a step back and looked at him coldly and calmly.

The leader slowly fixed his gaze on the boy's face.

Shen Jian looked at him with his eyes downcast, as if to signal him that "you can go."

With the look of looking at subordinates who are angry at their lack of fighting spirit and finally give up in disappointment.

He had just returned from the Middle Ages, leaving Shen An and a few others to take over the mechanical program of the Middle Ages, and brought Shen Tu and Mo Yi back.

The sleek, reflective medical room was filled with a faint smell of alcohol. Only a pile of slightly messy files in the corner made the room look like a human habitation.

Since Shen Xiuzhu glanced at Shen Jian's face, he lowered his head and stood beside the documents in almost panic.

He was too familiar with Shen Jian's expression. When Wu Yan Tower was in the early stage of the war, Mr. had this expression on his face every day.

The outcome of the war was that the gentleman left secretly.

The leader also stared at Shen Jian in silence for a while, but did not move.

"Why?"

Shen Jian pulled the corner of his mouth.

"In fact, since arriving here, I mean, since arriving at the Wuyan Tower." Even though the leader did not know that the "Wuyan Tower" was the Wuyan Tower in the Source World, Chen Jian still explained slowly, word by word, gritting his teeth.

He almost laughed out of anger, but then he thought of something and curled his lips coldly: "I have never really been angry... Even when spiritual weapons were used in the Middle Ages, I was only slightly annoyed."

The leader did not pay attention to what the boy said before, and his attention was mostly focused on the point of "using spiritual weapons in the Middle Ages".

He pursed his lips and wanted to explain, but was stopped by Shen Jian's action.

"Listen to me, honorable Mr. World Destroyer." Shen Jian taunted slightly, as if he wanted to drag the leader out and throw him into the tornado.

[Sir.] Shen Wenyan called softly in the headset, [Sir, please calm down a little.]

After a pause, he said again, [Shen Xiuzhu seems to be not quite used to it.]

Shen Jian paused for a moment, and caught a glimpse of Shen Xiuzhu in the corner, who was silent with his head slightly lowered and his back tense.

Generally speaking, the best way for him to deal with subordinates who are in a state of stress is to do nothing.

For example, Shen Pingyan, Shen Xiuzhu and Shen An before.

But... just now, Mo Yi asked him to change his approach.

He comforted Mo Yi who was on the verge of collapse, so he would also comfort Shen Xiuzhu now.

“…” Shen Jian sighed, took a deep breath, and casually pulled over a chair to sit opposite the leader.

The atmosphere relaxed quickly, and Shen Xiuzhu realized belatedly that cold sweat was slowly sliding down his spine. The familiar strangeness made people miss it, even if it was a heart-wrenching miss.

Shen Xiuzhu was silent for a while, then slowly fixed his gaze on Shen Jian's shoulder, staring at him with the most unrestrained look within his means.

He had to use the still-living gentleman to ease his anxiety. Otherwise, he would most likely try his best to bring a little anxiety to this gentleman's most stable Wuyan Tower, for example, everyone had a copy of "One Hundred Signs Before the Leader's Disappearance or Death" or something like that.

Shen Jian, who had no idea that a certain descendant of the Shen family was going to repay kindness with enmity, calmed down a little after doing ten data analyses.

But he still looked at the leader with a cold look in his eyes, "Why don't you try to guess my identity first, father? We have discussed this topic before."

The leader seemed to react and moved his fingers slightly, but finally put them down.

When Shen Jian came in, he threw him a sword and clothes. He was silent for a while, but still put them on slowly layer by layer.

Chen Jian quietly watched the leader put on layer after layer of defense that belonged only to him, and retreated back into the dark and silent behind the scenes. Little by little, as if time and space were flowing backwards, they returned to the calm first meeting.

Finally, the leader adjusted his cuffs, subconsciously trying to push a strand of hair to the front, and then paused.

The hair ring is already in Shen Jian's hand.

The leader withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and then froze in mid-air.

He saw Shen Jian expressionlessly take off the silver snake ring on his hand, and then put it in his hand, as if throwing away something unimportant.

The leader froze holding the hair ring for a full seven or eight seconds.

Shen Jian stared at the leader for a while, and after a moment he let out a very light laugh.

He knew that no matter how much he did for the leader, it would not have as much impact on him as this action just now.

Shen Jian's tone was very calm, "Are you feeling bad now? You will feel worse later."

“You guessed it, right? Although I don’t want to admit it, I am indeed Shen Jian from another world.”

"Chen Jian," Shen Jian called himself in another world, "Do you know that I killed Mo Yi who existed in my world?"

"I was able to think of clearing my own memory to prevent myself from accidentally killing my own Shen An in the first place, so why didn't you think that I would kill your Shen An?" Shen Jian said.

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Six hours ago. Medieval.

For a moment, a thought flashed through Shen Jian's mind: "Why not just leave the matter to myself who has lost my memory again?"

Then his second thought was why he didn't commit suicide immediately when he woke up from the Tower of Immortality and successfully stay away from the current complicated situation that even he had to think about for two seconds.

But then he immediately realized: Could this be his own thought before he lost his memory?

Shen Jian's heavy mood suddenly became a little complicated, and he didn't know who to blame for this.

But on the surface, he still maintained an expressionless face, stared at Mo Yi's chaotic red eyes for three seconds, and then released his hand that had been pinching the other's neck.

In his headset, the source world was already noisy, and almost all the direct descendants were analyzing space transmission and shuttle. Suddenly, Shen Wenyan's voice was quietly lowered, as if he was secretly talking to Shen Jian in secret.

Even at this point, Wu Yan Tower was still as neat as the most glorious organization that had just entered glory. They gathered in Shen An's office not to question Shen An, nor did they question Shen Xiuzhu at the beginning, but just to solve all the problems raised by Shen Jian.

"Sir, you know, the time refutation proves that a timeline cannot have two different directions, so there is only one possibility left... If Mo Yi is really Chen An, then the time and space between Mo Yi in different worlds are very likely to be intertwined."

Shen Wenyan spoke softly, turned her head to look at Shen An who was silent in the main seat, and retracted her eyes without any expression.

He monopolized the line of communication with Shen Jian - Shen Wenyan's laboratory specializes in the categories of time and space. Since Shen Pingyan withdrew from the line, he directly bypassed Shen An and connected it. No one commented on this, even though they had not said a word to Shen Jian since Solomon connected the two worlds.

"But Shen Xiuzhu from your world discovered a machine that I am very interested in. He said that the machine can reverse time and space."

"I have some ideas... I just need you to confirm whether the machine is twisting the time and space of one world, or twisting the time and space of the entire parallel universe in a chain."

After Shen Wenyan apologized softly, he hung up the call, and Shen Jian lowered his eyes.

After a moment, he said calmly, "Go ahead. I hope my worldview can still survive after this conversation."

The long-haired man smiled calmly, "Thank you, sir."

Shen Jian leaned back in his chair, rubbing his palms, staring at the people around him indifferently. In any case, even the several possibilities that appeared in his mind in an instant were simply too much of a challenge to his reason and patience.

Rather, if any of his imaginations were met, he would immediately return to the Wuyan Tower and pick up his leader and expose him to the sun for three days.

...And, assuming that this guy really is his "Chen An", then he should also be picked up and exposed to the sun for three days.

Shen Jian was silent for a while, and first took out the faint kindness that overwhelmed the vicious capitalists and threw it away.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and tilted his face slightly, "You have a habit... giving a prerequisite for intelligence and letting the other party guess."

"Most of the cadres in the Wuyan Tower have learned this from you." He said softly, "Then I can also give you a prerequisite."

Give?

Shen Jian, who was still feeling guilty just now, raised his eyes slightly and looked at him, and hummed lightly, as if praising him: "Mo Yi, you look very much like a leader now."

Mo Yi was slightly startled, then quickly lowered his head, "I'm sorry, sir. In fact, you can't assume that a subordinate in this situation doesn't have a trace of resentment."

Shen Jian knocked on the armrest and said nothing.

Before getting the evidence, Shen Jian didn’t want to make any comments.

"But before that, verify my identity."

Mo Yi seemed to understand what Shen Jian was thinking. He paused for a moment, then raised his head slightly and looked at Shen Jian.

Shen Jian waved his hand nonchalantly, the warmth from his palm gradually became scalding hot, and the bioelectric current that Solomon started to extract at full speed vaguely made him feel cold all over.

Along with it came a sharp stinging sensation caused by the signal transmitter transmitting information. Shen Jian calmly lowered his hand, hardly showing any trembling.

So the long-haired man stood up and took a few steps back, then bowed his head slightly: "Excuse me, sir...Solomon."

…? Shen Jian slightly widened his eyes.

Shen Jian sat in his original position, watching the extremely luxurious walls around him deform and twist, slight mechanical rubbing and replacement sounds, and the decorations shrinking piece by piece like disassembled blocks. A giant machine that occupied almost one-third of the hall appeared in front of him.

He fell into a long silence.

All sound in the headset disappeared, as if Solomon himself had become stuck.

[Hello, the one with the highest authority.] Solomon's gentle mechanical voice echoed in the hall, [The energy currently stored can keep me going for 35 minutes. Do you have any questions?]

[And.] The display screen slowly turned to Chen Jian, [Hello, the previous highest authority, I'm glad you're still alive.]

Shen Jian said nothing.

He's down.

Mo Yi shook his head. "Perhaps you can guess? Only Solomon can bear such a huge central system. It connects all the machines here, and its main function is to mine energy to start the space-time machine."

"That proves it, doesn't it? Solomon is only in our world, sir."

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Shen Jian, and for the first time a little smile appeared in his eyes, “It’s nice to see you for the second time, sir, my mission is accomplished.”