Chapter 008 Chapter 8

It was easy for Ayn Rand to suppress the jealousy that suddenly emerged in his heart, just like extinguishing a wet match in a cave.

However, the wet match left a trace after it passed. Although the flame of the wet match was extinguished, the match remained in the cave.

The trace was left like this.

He thought it was just that, and didn't take it to heart at all.

"I mean, you are a monster."

Ayn Rand released his ultimate move.

He sat on the broad and heavy chair that symbolized the master. The chair was black. Usually, or in the past, he interrogated the object of his suspicion and always achieved his goal without any effort.

He felt that this chair was a symbol of his victory. When he sat here, he had an endless supply of power.

But today, a little cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

He looked at Taylor across from him, and suddenly felt that the chair that had provided him with help in the past had become someone else's property, turned into a shackle, turned into an iron chain, turned into a lead ball, locking him here and trapping him.

He crossed his hands and placed them on the table in front of him.

This is an office desk. He sat with his back against the wall and the table in front of him. It can be said that it was very stable. He would not be easily attacked from the front and back, but only from the left and right.

But now there was no one around him. He felt that this place was empty. When the wind blew, there was a faint sound of ghosts crying, which made people tremble with fear and a little chilly.

He didn't have this feeling before.

Ayn Rand tried hard not to show any trace of flaws on his face, staring at Taylor opposite him, trying to put pressure on him to make him speak and tell the truth.

But Taylor raised his eyes lightly and looked at him.

He suddenly felt his heart pounding, as if he was suddenly stared at by a fierce predator on the grassland and was about to be hunted as prey. There were clearly no obstacles on all sides, but he could not escape.

A sense of despair arose from the bottom of his heart.

Even though he didn't know why it was like this.

But things are often not easily changed by the tiny will of human beings.

He almost shivered, but he controlled his body, and only a few tiny, imperceptible beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Taylor glanced at him and saw that he was very nervous and defensive. He smiled and said, "Do you think you are so great?"

Ayn Rand was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the other party was talking about.

Taylor found it even more funny and said, "If I were a monster and you couldn't control me, I could kill you right now and run away. Do you care so little about your own safety?

If I am not a monster, what you said is slander, false confession, and violation of regulations. Don't you think you are going too far? Or do you usually treat citizens who should be protected like this?

Then you really don't deserve to sit in this position.

Or maybe your mind can only think of one possibility.

I am a monster, and a very A weak and helpless monster.

As long as you expose my identity, I will panic and try to escape, like a little white mouse in a laboratory trying to avoid being slaughtered. I can be easily caught by you and can only beg for mercy from you.

Then your imagination is a little too scarce.

In order to prevent you from feeling that I am not clear enough, let me guide you.

What kind of monster will appear in front of the people of the foundation openly?

What kind of monster will not run away even if it is discovered?"

He said it in a gentle and persuasive way at the end.

"Could you be the demon king from ancient times?"

Ayn Rand slowly widened his eyes, suddenly thought of a possibility, and was immediately shocked, his face turned pale, and he was almost speechless and unable to speak.

But when he thought of himself as a member of the foundation, he forced himself to hold up his body and not let himself slide off the chair, so as not to lose face for the foundation and let the monster look down on the foundation.

In fact, his body had lost most of its strength.

He was like an hourglass that was about to stop flowing, and a small part of his strength was still like fine sand, flowing slowly from the small hole of fear and away from him.

Although Li Qingshan was sitting in another room, he could sense the situation in the room where Ayn Rand was through Taylor's body. When he heard what Ayn Rand said, he felt in his heart:

Wow, you have a rich imagination.

The system reminded at this time: "If many people believe in the false information created by the vest, the false will become true."

"You mean, if many people believe that this vest is the demon king, he will have everything a demon king should have, right?"

Li Qingshan confirmed and asked.

"Yes. The more people believe, the more he can get, and the more stable this fact is. The fewer people believe, the less he can get, and the more things tend to be lies."

The system replied.

"It sounds really interesting. In this case, I must do this."

Li Qingshan smiled slowly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Guiyuan, who was sitting opposite Li Qingshan, asked with some confusion.

"I remembered an interesting dream I had, so I laughed all of a sudden."

Li Qingshan replied with a smile.

He is now very patient, like a hunter waiting for prey to fall into a trap.

Guiyuan was confused and asked, "What was the dream about? Can you tell me?"

"Of course you can."

Li Qingshan answered with a smile.

"I dreamed that I was in a desolate place, with no people, sparse vegetation, but many animals.

I was walking on the road and saw a little golden crow.

The golden crow's wings were injured. I picked up the little golden crow from the ground and took it home. I lived in a cave, taking care of the little golden crow, collecting herbs, chasing wild animals, feeding and watering it. The

little golden crow's injuries gradually healed. I took the little golden crow out of the cave and arrived at an open space. The little golden crow flew up.

After that, the little golden crow's injury was completely healed, and the little golden crow flew away. I returned to the cave and lived there for a while. I felt bored, so I moved out of the cave and built a small house on the open space.

A young man in a black and gold ancient robe came to the door and said to me that he was the little golden crow I had saved, and he wanted to repay me for saving his life, and asked me what I wanted.

I woke up when I dreamed of this.

If you want me to answer that question now, I want to go home. "

Li Qingshan said slowly.

When he told the story, it was like a clear spring in the mountains, fascinating and pleasing to the ears.

After the story was finished, Guiyuan was still immersed in the story, and he seemed unable to extricate himself.

Li Qingshan looked at him for a long time.

He came back to his senses, realized his loss of composure, and was a little flustered. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I was fascinated by it. It was really interesting. "

Li Qingshan nodded: "There's something more interesting."

"What?"

Guiyuan asked.

"The young man who turned into a human in the dream actually looks a bit like Taylor. Isn't it interesting?"

Li Qingshan asked with a smile.

Guiyuan nodded, but before he could react, he said, "It is very interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something, stood up abruptly, his eyes widened, his face was a little pale, his lips trembled slightly, revealing a bit of his equally panicked teeth.

"What did you say?"

Guiyuan's voice was almost broken, as if he asked in a scream.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly so excited?"

Li Qingshan blinked and asked.

"Can you say what you just said again? "

Guiyuan asked in a pleading tone, walking around the table, next to Li Qingshan, bending over.

"I just said a lot. Wouldn't it take some time to say it again? What do you want to hear?"

Li Qingshan asked with squinted eyes.

"You said that the person in your dream looked a bit like Taylor?"

Guiyuan stared with panic, and simply squatted next to Li Qingshan and asked.

"Yes, I remember it clearly."

Li Qingshan thought for a while, nodded slowly, and answered with a smile.

"I, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. You wait here for a while, I'll go out. "

Guiyuan stammered, stood up and said to Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan nodded.

Guiyuan stumbled to the door as if he had been pardoned, and stood up after holding on to the wall. He twisted the door handle frantically, opened the door and rushed out, and did not forget to close the door again after going out.

The sound of the door closing was still gentle.

It is really hard to imagine how complicated his mental state is now.

Li Qingshan closed his eyes in the room.

Guiyuan rushed to another room, knocked on the door, got no response, and knocked on the door again. This time he heard footsteps inside, and could not help but walk back and forth at the door of the room with his hands clasped.

The door opened in front of him.

He turned around and rushed to the door . , and worried that he would be discovered by Taylor in the room at the door. Suspecting that he had some ill intentions or something, he slowly took a step back.

He wished he could stick himself to the wall, turn into a piece of paper, and hide.

But reality is not like a cartoon after all.

He can only stick to the wall and can't turn into a piece of paper.

He was sure that he couldn't see Taylor in the room on this side of the wall, but he couldn't be sure whether Taylor in the room really couldn't see him standing by the wall.

He felt his mind was a mess.

Ayn Rand walked out of the room and slowly closed the door.

He looked at Guiyuan, who was sticking to the wall in front of him, and asked, "Did you find out anything? "

Guiyuan was still in a state of panic and mixed emotions, and shook his head slowly.

But he reacted quickly and nodded again.

"What do you mean?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"I found out something, but I'm not sure it's true, and I dare not disbelieve it, so I came to you on purpose. I want to tell you what I know. I hope you can make the decision."

Guiyuan said.

"So what did you find out?"

Ayn Rand blinked, feeling that he might have heard some suffocating news, took a deep breath, pressed his heart, paid full attention, and asked with bated breath.

He tried his best to avoid falling.