6 Dayu's flood control⑤
◎Pause the plot◎
Tao Ran gritted his teeth, took out a paper-wrapped grilled fish from his luxury brand bag and handed it over.
"...I secretly hid some fish earlier. Although this stuff won't kill us after we eat it, it won't kill us. I think that being unable to defecate is less serious than starving to death. Why don't you have a bite to fill your stomach?"
He realized that anyone in this group could die except Zhu Heng.
Zhu Heng didn't even look at him. He put the back of his hand on Tao Ran's wrist and pushed the grilled fish away. "...Do you want me to die?"
He doesn't eat meat, and it's not because he's picky about food.
But his body was born to reject meat.
The moment he touched something filthy, unimaginable things would happen to him. For example, his once-white fingers would turn black starting from the fingertips and extending all the way upwards. It was like an autumn wind sweeping through the treetops, violently rubbing the lush green branches, destroying and withering them, and then sweeping away all vitality.
Only by holding his throat and spitting out the meat did the black color that extended to his wrist stop, and then quickly retreated to his fingernails until it completely disappeared.
There are many strange habits like this, as if they are present since birth. I can't think about them carefully, for fear that if I do, I will find that I am not a human being.
After coming here, he was even more cautious, at least until he understood his situation clearly, he had to keep it hidden.
Especially what did he mean by the words he heard when he got on board.
What do you mean, don't let them find out.
who are they.
...What about me?
Who am I?
Zhu Heng rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, and they felt a little slippery.
When I pushed Tao Ran away, my fingertips accidentally got a little oil on them.
Zhu Heng came back to his senses, took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully, then raised his eyes slightly, and the cold-toned blood vessels appeared under his thin eyelids.
He briefly explained his inability to eat meat to everyone, omitting other details and speaking slowly, "That's it. I vomit the moment I eat meat, so I can only eat vegetarian food."
Tao Ran just stood there blankly, a chill running down his back until a faint sob came from his chest...
Sobbing? Tao Ran subconsciously touched his face.
He didn't cry.
As if he thought of something, he turned his head and saw that the sleeping actress had woken up at some point and was now sitting on the bed, spreading out her diary. She was looking at Zhu Heng while making notes on the paper, her face covered with tears.
"It's so pitiful. There's not even any meat to eat." The actress cried, but her expression was as calm as ever.
She finally stopped sleeping soundly, which should have been a good thing. However, everyone present looked at her belly and no one spoke.
Tao Ran's legs were shaking and he couldn't even stand. "...Sister, why...why is your belly so big?"
This sentence was said in a thousand twists and turns, and the ending tone trembled eighteen times.
The actress was stunned, closed her diary, and looked down at her belly.
What caught my eye was a ball of flesh, and when I touched it, it seemed like something was moving.
Zhu Heng raised his eyes and glanced at the actress's belly. It would have been better if he hadn't looked. But when he did, it was as if his temples were suddenly struck. It was as if a bell sounded in his mind, making his scalp numb and an electric current spread throughout his body along his spine.
What was in the actress's stomach and why did it cause him to have such a reaction?
The young peasant girl was very experienced. After just one look, she declared, "It looks like she's eight months pregnant."
The actress did not show the panic like others. She nodded calmly, put away her diary, and prepared to fall asleep again.
Zhu Heng was just uncorking the water bag he had taken from the young peasant girl, wanting to drink some water to calm the uneasiness in his heart. Seeing the actress getting sleepy again, his expression suddenly changed: "Don't let her sleep."
With the help of everyone, the actress was pinched awake and her eyes gradually became clear.
Zhu Heng tilted his head back and took a sip of water. Feeling his throat feel a little better, he continued, "...If you're still dizzy, pinch yourself. If you took off your shoes, put them on quickly. If you're distracted, call your soul back."
"Why?" Everyone looked at the actress in confusion, then turned to Zhu Heng.
Zhu Heng's gaze swept out the window, and after a moment returned to the crowd, meeting their bewildered expressions.
"Think about things you can't figure out later." He said this to everyone and also to himself.
Zhu Heng's gaze lingered on the actress's belly for a moment, suppressing the inexplicable throbbing in his heart. He said, "Now, let's prepare to escape."
Everyone: “???”
Zhu Heng slowly put the stopper back into the water bag and discussed with everyone, "Who wants to see what's going on outside the door? How about you go?"
He looked at Tao Ran.
Tao Ran was not afraid. He quietly opened the door a crack and took a quick look outside.
Then my scalp exploded.
The originally empty corridor was now densely packed with crew members. Even Dayu and the deputy leader were at the front, staring intently at the room they were in.
The corridor was eerily quiet, with hundreds of people standing there like statues, motionless, without a sound.
When Tao Ran opened the door, hundreds of pairs of eyes turned at once, even their pupils were out of focus, like a bottomless abyss.
"Oh my god!!!" Tao Ran yelled and slammed the door in panic, with such force that he took two steps back.
Zhu Heng couldn't help laughing, he stood up and threw the water bag to the scholar: "I didn't tell you just now, mainly because I didn't want to scare you."
Everyone was stunned.
"So you had to wait until now to tell it, to double the shock level, right?" The scholar said, catching the water bag thrown by Zhu Heng, and then was stunned for a moment.
The water in this sac...why does it feel like there is more than before?
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Tao Ran's legs were shaking: "Brother Zhu, what are they going to do?"
Zhu Heng said slowly, as if chatting with someone, "I guess they think we're food."
After he finished speaking, he turned to the craftsman and said, "Am I right, craftsman?"
Zhu Heng glanced outside the door, then turned back to the craftsman, staring at him motionlessly.
The craftsman was stunned.
Meeting Zhu Heng's meaningful gaze, the craftsman's blood ran cold and several fragments of memory flashed through his mind. It was the scene of him and the deputy leader standing at the door before entering the house.
He suddenly realized that Zhu Heng had always known that he was at the door.
Zhu Heng also "saw" what the deputy leader had done to him.
Among the six people in the group, the craftsman was the first to see the true faces of the crew members, but after he entered the house, he did not remind anyone.
They were not alerted that there was a problem with the crew.
What would have happened if Zhu Heng hadn't discovered it himself?
At that moment, the most hidden beast in his heart seemed to be about to break free from its cage.
What's wrong with someone who is destined to have no future staying here?
Why is Zhu Heng so sure that he doesn't want to stay?
But Zhu Heng guessed one thing correctly: the craftsman was indeed not a Qin citizen. He lived in the Qin Dynasty, but was a citizen of the Zhao State.
Many years ago, in the Battle of Changping, 400,000 generals of Zhao State were killed by the Qin people, which severely damaged the vitality of Zhao State and exhausted its luck. After that, there were decades of confrontation. Zhao State was destroyed, Qin unified the six kingdoms one after another, and began to recruit people to build tombs from all over the country.
He was one of them, burdened with national and family hatred, yet had to do this hard labor for his enemies.
How could he not hate it?
No one knew how happy he was when he came here and found a chance to escape from that reality.
Even if the price is to become like the people on the ship, trapped here like a walking corpse all day long, so what?
But, but...
The craftsman's hands dropped, his eyes fixed on the floor.
The beast in my heart roared like a whirlwind, stirring up dust all over the sky. When the dust settled, the beast had already squatted quietly in the same place.
He smiled softly.
But he was happy!
How could he not be happy when Qin II died!
Even if he could not witness the final outcome with his own eyes, as long as he knew that the once-mighty Qin State was inevitably doomed to destruction, he would die without regrets.
So how could he not go back? He had to go back.
Building a mausoleum?
No.
That was the grave he dug for the empire.
He wants to be the gravedigger of the empire himself.
Suddenly, someone patted his right shoulder, and the craftsman's wandering thoughts instantly returned.
He heard Zhu Heng say, "What are you doing in a daze? Why aren't you leaving?"
"Where are we going?" The craftsman blinked twice and asked subconsciously.
"Go out first, and talk later." Zhu Heng replied to the craftsman.
He acted as if nothing had happened, as if the deep meaning in his words and eyes were all the craftsman's own illusion.
"But how can we leave? There are people everywhere, people everywhere outside." Tao Ran's voice was filled with tears.
Zhu Heng suddenly fell silent.
In a flash, Tao Ran seemed to understand something. He tried to ask in a gentle tone, "You haven't thought about this before, have you?"
Zhu Heng pursed his lips, stunned for a moment, and thought for a while with a look of half amusement and half helplessness before saying, "Wait a minute."
He came to the speaker, looked up, stretched out two fingers and hooked them twice: "Come out."
The loudspeaker popped up cautiously: [What do you want to do now?]
Zhu Heng tilted his head and nodded his chin towards the outside. "There are so many people in the corridor, it's a bit overwhelming. Can you help me press pause?"
Speaker: […What do you mean by pressing the button?]
"Is it difficult to understand?" Zhu Heng raised an eyebrow and looked over. "The plot is too exciting. I'll pause for a moment."
This reason is also very well said.
It is so wonderful that it is difficult for normal people to understand, but after a little thought, they have to admit that it is full of rationality and feasibility.
The speaker fell silent: […How about you, brother, please just give up the show and stop torturing each other.]
The loudspeaker fell silent, and the silence lasted for an eternity.
Zhu Heng's patience ran out, and he tapped the wall twice with his fingers.
No sound.
The internet is down.
Playing dead.
Zhu Heng uttered a "tsk" sound and casually grabbed the small fruit knife that was specially prepared for the guests in the cabin. He quickly spun it twice on his fingertips, then held the handle firmly in his palm, pointed the knife upwards, and stabbed it into the wall below the speaker, making a very thin crack. "Are you going to press it or not?"
The speaker jumped out and roared, shouting so loud that the space was distorted: [I press it, I press it now! ]
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