Chapter 67

"Will this...really work? What if he doesn't cooperate?" Martin pulled Jiang Zhulang's sleeve hesitantly, not having much confidence in the plan he mentioned.

At this time, half a month had passed since Jiang Zhulang woke up from his coma. Upon learning that he had woken up, Jeff immediately sent someone to notify him to return to the research team. However, due to his absence during the coma, the rest of the laboratory thought that he had fallen behind the progress for too long, so they tacitly excluded Jiang Zhulang and did not allow him to start researching the "consumables".

In this regard, Jiang Zhulang was happy to be idle and became a sideline fisherman with Martin.

During this period, Jiang Zhulang and Luo Xia would sneak into the room where Cross was imprisoned every night to feed him and give him medicine.

Cross has been pretending to be a mentally retarded child and is very happy. He keeps calling "Dad, Dad" every day. From his excited eyes and upturned mouth, Jiang Zhulang suspects that he has found the fun of role-playing and never gets tired of it.

——Although Jiang Zhulang didn't know what kind of fun it was to act like a fool for others.

Seeing that Jiang Zhulang did not expose him, but seemed to be completely unaware, Cross acted even more vigorously, as if he had evolved from a foolish little boy who could barely utter a few words into a spoiled and arrogant child.

"Dad, this uncle is so fierce. He glared at me and I was scared~"

After finishing his food, Cross blinked his eyes and complained in a sweet voice. He put his hands together in front of his chest and shook his body. His nutritious and clean long hair swayed slightly with his movements, like a light golden silk, completely different from the dullness of the dead grass before.

Jiang Zhulang:?

To be fair, Cross has the hardware conditions, and even with the clip, the sound quality is exceptionally good, but...

The overlapping words have evil intentions!

Luo Xiya walked up to Jiang Zhulang, looked down at Cross, and said, "You are really improving rapidly. You even complained. Lan Nuo, I think this fool has almost recovered. It's time to hand him over for the next experiment."

After saying that, he glared at Cross openly again, as if saying "I'm glaring at you, what can you do to me?"

In a trance, Jiang Zhulang saw the materialized anger emerging from his head.

Roshia was reluctant to show any kindness to this man who had backstabbed her.

What kind of fool could be so stupid that he could not see through the disguise of the people around him for so long and was arrested? Could it be that he was brainwashed too much by his family? He had many opportunities to kill the people who caused him to fall into such a situation, but he let the opportunities slip away...

If he came to this point, he would die together with the other party even at the cost of his life.

Luo Xia's eyes were fierce, but he changed his mind and realized that his relatives had died in an accident many years ago. Even if he wanted to brainwash them, he would not have the chance. He slumped his shoulders again.

Stimulated by these words, Cross's eyes instantly filled with tears, his nose was red, and he sobbed softly: "Dad, he bullied me... Dad, help me get revenge, beat him up, beat him up~"

He howled for a long while, but not a single tear fell. The tears just rolled around in his slightly red eye sockets, and the more he cried, the drier his voice became.

Jiang Zhulang was calm and covered his face in pain. This kind of drama was played out almost every day. Cross was letting himself go more and more. Not only was he lacking in acting skills, but even the usually calm Roshia was led astray by him and became more and more childish, quarreling with him from time to time.

Oh, I’m so tired and my head is so heavy.

What could he do? He could only watch his performance quietly.

After all, you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep - the same goes for pretending to be stupid.

He straightened his face and took out the extremely sharp palm-sized curved knife from the storage ring. Although the curved knife was not big, the blade was in the shape of a snake, the handle was plain and only made of silver, and it exuded the unique cold smell of iron and blood, which was very suitable for killing people.

"Do you like it?" He held the hilt of the knife with two fingers and waved it in front of Cross. The fingertips were white and the hilt was cold white. The two different levels of white blended together, which was quite dazzling.

The silver reflection of the blade was reflected in Cross's upturned and narrow pupils, with two sharp reflections in his eyes. Before I could take a closer look, they disappeared without a trace, leaving only a clearness that seemed to be visible to the bottom.

Cross stared at the blade with his eyes fixed, his head and eyes moving up and down and left and right as the knife moved.

His eyes were sparkling, pure anticipation and joy almost overflowing from his eye sockets, and he hummed twice.

"Dad, I like it!"

Jiang Zhulang was not surprised by his answer.

Poor Cross, whose upper body was still naked, had his blood talent suppressed, his weapons taken away, and even the decorative accessories he usually wore were nowhere to be found. It could be said that he had completely lost any chance of resistance and could only be bullied.

Even though he had long since been considered a waste of resources, Jeff had never forgotten his superb bloodline talent for metal control. In the room where Cross was imprisoned, from inside to outside, from the ceiling to the cracks in the floor, there was not a single trace of metal.

Now, after taking pills day after day, he should have felt the energy filling his body. Having regained his strength, he needed such a weapon to break free from the shackles.

Therefore, Jiang Zhulang gave him such a knife.

He was looking forward to Cross creating the right kind of chaos at the right time.

And he believed that Cross would do as he expected.

Jiang Zhulang casually put the curved knife on Cross's waist and patted his face: "If you like it, Dad will give it to you. Put it away well, and if those bad uncles bully you again, you can use it to protect yourself, understand?"

This was the first time he said the word "Dad" in front of Cross, who was pretending to be crazy and stupid. It turned out to be very satisfying. Especially when he saw the barely perceptible shame and stiffness in his eyes, it felt even better.

Cross tried to struggle again, tilted his head and pouted: "Dad, I don't understand."

Jiang Zhulang's smile deepened, and he stroked the dog's head. "No, you understand, and you must understand. Three days later, the bad uncles will come to find you again, and you don't want them to hurt you again... Dad will be heartbroken when he sees it."

He casually slid his fingers down to Cross's slightly rounded chin and patted his face playfully.

Feeling the touch of his palm, Jiang Zhulang sighed secretly, finally he had raised him back.

Cross' eyes were wide open, and he returned to the state of an autistic child. He neither responded nor refuted. He looked at everyone with an innocent, ignorant, and deceptive look. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Three days passed in a flash. During this time, he once drove the little spider and saw the curved knife floating in front of Cross. He gently wiped the blade, his expression changed several times, and finally fixed on firmness and determination.

Pulling away from the memories, feeling the tug on his sleeve, Jiang Zhulang nodded to Martin. "Don't worry."

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There was a sound of people talking at the door, and an arrogant, deliberately drawn-out sigh sounded: "Let me see that fool."

The freckled young man who received Lei Er concealed his impatience and ordered, "Lan Nuo, take the young master with you."

Jiang Zhulang, who had been well prepared and had been deliberately showing off his idleness since morning, stepped forward and led Lei Er forward.

It's funny, but Riel, who is very familiar with the place where Cross is imprisoned and has been there countless times, should not be unable to recognize the way, but he is happy to show his superiority all the time, holding his chin high and waiting to be served.

Does he think he is aristocratic in this way?

Jiang Zhulang was secretly dissatisfied in his heart, but he did not show it on his face.

Although Rael, like Roshia, Cross, Martin, and many others, was drawn by him personally and was born from his pen, the emotions invested in each character are very different.

If Jiang Zhulang poured love into the drawings of Roshia and Cross, then when he created Rael, he only felt disgust. This disgust was intensified after he entered the comic world and met the concrete "real person".

Pushing the door open, looking at Cross with his head down and his hair hanging down, covering his face, Riel straightened his clothes and strode forward.

"Look at how ferocious you are, my dear brother——"

"Do you know how Mom and Dad reacted when they heard that you were arrested for fighting your enemies and I managed to escape?"

He seemed to have thought of something very funny and was laughing uncontrollably, like a pheasant making random noises, which was annoying to listen to for no reason.

After laughing enough and coughing twice, he continued, "——They didn't even ask you a single question, they only cared about my condition. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, how could you be such a failure as a human being?"

"Why did you, a failed person, become a warlock? And I lost the chance to embark on this path!"

When he was extremely angry, he kicked Cross's exposed abdomen with great force, and his well-shaped abdominal muscles instantly turned red.

Tsk, this guy, he doesn’t have abdominal muscles, so he is jealous of others, right?

Jiang Zhulang shrank into the corner and acted like a transparent man, selectively forgetting that whether or not one had abdominal muscles and how many abdominal muscles one had were all decided by him.

Cross was kicked and cried loudly: "Wow, it hurts, it hurts, you are a bad guy, you bullied me!"

"Haha, yes, I am bullying you. Now that you have become a fool, I will bully you even more. I want to watch you live a life worse than death and without dignity... Ugh!!"

"Hehe, when did you…"

The cold knife just cut his carotid artery, just like the dazzling silver light that Cross slashed at Jiang Zhulang when they first met.

Leir's eyes widened in disbelief, not understanding how he could control the blade to stab him when his arcane power had been suppressed. He also didn't understand where he got such a dagger when he was being ignored intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course, what he didn't understand the most was that his brother, who had always been incredibly patient, was afraid that he would get hurt no matter how many bad things he did or how he blamed and slandered him in front of his parents...

Why did I make up my mind today?

He just shook his head in panic. Even though he covered his mouth tightly, large streams of blood still flowed out.

Leir stared at the expressionless Cross. Through his tearful eyes, he saw a smile on the bright and bold face of a girl who looked somewhat like him but was a hundred times better looking than him.

As far as he could remember, Cross had never laughed so happily in front of him. His smile was always a little bit gentle and melancholy, as if telling him: No matter what you do, brother will not blame you.

Cross opened his red lips and looked straight at Jiang Zhulang with a complicated look and bright eyes.

He said, "Dad, do you like what you see?"

Leir: “?? Hehehe…!”

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Jiang Zhulang tremblingly. He lost his breath, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and he fell to the ground.

Just like that, he fell in a pool of dust and blood.