Chapter 55: Seven Days in the Desert (Part 7)
The light above my head was bright, illuminating the broken walls in the room, revealing a desolate feeling as if no one had left and the room was deserted.
The room was smashed to pieces by Valen, but fortunately the small round table on the windowsill was not affected.
Ana Shen dragged a chair to the side of the small round table, found half a cigarette, and without a lighter, he just bit it to satisfy his craving.
Valen is gone.
Of course Valen would never agree to be friends with him, so he pushed him away, still determined to kill him, and even wanted to attack Blaze.
The ground was covered with fragments from Valen's punch, and Shen Yan's hand was pierced by a nail. It didn't hurt much, but Shen Yan deliberately cried out in pain.
The two men, who were on the verge of a fight, looked over immediately. Under their gaze, Ana Shen pulled out the nail and threw it away.
The nail fell on Valen's toes and hit him lightly.
At this time, he had also prepared his emotions, and said desperately that he had had enough of Valen's torture. As he spoke, he found a long nail and pressed it against his neck.
He looked like he was determined to follow Blaise through thick and thin.
That’s not all.
There were also a bunch of words that were particularly hurtful to Valen in this state.
Finally, the person was persuaded to leave.
Shen Yan bit the cigarette so hard that it curled up and down. The emotions were too strong and he felt a little tired.
Blaise went out to find the medicine box and returned to the room. Knowing that Shen Yan would smoke, he brought back the lighter as well.
He first lit a cigarette for Shen Yan, then half-knelt in front of Shen Yan, carefully held Shen Yan's injured and bleeding right hand, and cleaned the wound with alcohol.
Shen Yan lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Where's the power grid? Let me see if I can use it."
Blaise remained calm: "It's broken."
"syringe?"
"It's still there, but I haven't had time to use it yet."
Ana Shen snorted, grabbed Blaze’s hair, and forced him to look up at him, “Did you not have time to use it, or are you not going to use it?”
Blaise’s expression was very calm. He did not answer his question, but curled the corners of his lips and said firmly: “Alan Ana, you can’t bear to leave me.”
"It would be troublesome if you died now."
Ana Shen let go and stopped the bleeding wound, but because of the force he had just used, some blood seeped out and stuck to Blaise’s forehead hair.
Blaze casually stroked it, pushed the blood away on his fingertips, and continued to bandage Ana Shen, "Who makes you feel troubled. Ruan Zhixian?"
Shen Yan was not surprised that Blaise would guess this. In front of them, Ruan Zhixian never concealed what he did, and he was so open and aboveboard that he almost had the words "mastermind" written on his face.
So he just hummed lazily.
“He’s playing a very dangerous game.” Blaze gently wrapped the gauze in circles, with professional techniques, “Alan Ana, you know more than me, I won’t advise you.”
"I just hope that when you are in danger, the first person you think of is me."
He tied the remaining bandage into a knot, put Shen Yan's hand back properly, stood up and walked behind Shen Yan, clasped Shen Yan's shoulders, and asked him to lean back.
Her fingers lightly took away the half-smoked cigarette in Ana Shen's hand, and she held Ana Shen's neck without much force, lifted his chin, and made him look up at herself.
He changed his clothes quickly, and even the casual clothes outside the uniform, he chose to match them elegantly and stylishly.
Every strand of hair is as delicate as ever.
He leaned over slightly, and his slightly cool light golden hair fell on Shen Yan's ears, tickling him a little.
In the eyes of the same light color, Shen Yan, who was looking at him calmly, was reflected.
It's past twelve o'clock.
He kissed the corner of Shen Yan's lips.
"Don't be soft-hearted, please."
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When Shen Yan doesn't cause trouble, the desert station is actually quite boring.
He asked Blaise to install more than twenty cameras in the room, which were turned on 24 hours a day. He was at ease under the cameras, eating, drinking, and sleeping. When he woke up, he would play games, read novels, and watch TV series.
He never left the house, but just stood at the window for a while from time to time, smoking a cigarette and looking at the scenery outside.
After the camera was installed, Ana Shen seemed to have become a different person, and his relationship with Blaise seemed to have returned to the days of living together, and they were extremely harmonious.
The number on the tongue ring remained stable at one, and would be cleared immediately every time it was refreshed. Blaise could endure for so long in that damn place of Mobius, but he couldn't bear to wait until dawn to kiss him.
After about four days of such leisurely days, Ana Shen received a message, still with the familiar anonymous message.
A map, two photos, and several videos of the disposal of the bodies of the laborers in the base.
The photo is a pile of dynamite, and the map circles the location of the photo.
After Ana Shen read them one by one, he forwarded them all to Blaze.
What Blaise completely destroyed was only Mobius, not the power he had accumulated during this period. Shen Yan had no intention of leaving for the time being, and Blaise was willing to accompany him. He was not used to the feeling of being suppressed, and he did not want Shen Yan to be restricted in doing things in the future.
After some operations, Blaise jumped from being an airborne relative of the boss to one of the truly powerful shareholders.
In addition to accompanying Chen Yan, he also had to deal with many important matters in the base. This batch of explosives had never been reported, and after asking around, no one knew when it was delivered.
Not long after, the explosives placed underground were taken out and confiscated. The laborers continued to work day and night, and as many people died as expected every day.
Everything was calm and nothing had changed.
As Farson’s trial time approached, Ana Shen, who said she was going to save Farson, had no intention of taking any action.
If he didn't mention it, Blaise would pretend nothing happened.
Until the news that Falson's trial was moved forward appeared on TV.
Falson's hair has grown longer, covering his eyebrows and eyes. The photo should be taken in prison. He has lost a lot of weight, and his eyes are dark when he looks at the camera.
This incident caused quite a stir in District 7. When the police investigated, they were surprised to find that in addition to the 300 million yuan, he was responsible for more than 20 deaths.
He was skilled in committing the crime and disposed of the body cleanly, like a killer hired by powerful people, well-trained and capable of killing with one strike.
But the strangest thing is that the "master" he was supposed to be loyal to eventually died in his hands. From District 13 to District 7, he was involved in every major case that had not yet been solved.
From celebrities and dignitaries to the elderly, children and dogs, the killings are random and logical.
As Falson became famous, various media outlets, curious about his life, rushed to interview him, hoping to dig into his tragic and painful past to explain his twisted personality and the reasons for his murderous behavior.
Falson refused all of them and only accepted the invitation from the official reporter who had the right to broadcast in all thirteen districts.
The reporter was very excited to receive such a precious opportunity. He stayed up late to look up information and do homework, and conducted the interview with full confidence. In the end, he came out in despair.
Falson is not a normal person at all. No matter what he asks, he always answers with three sentences in order:
"Why don't you come to me?"
"Mom, wait till I get out."
"I missed you so much."
Repeat the cycle.
When there was nothing left to ask and the visiting hours were over, he was sent back by the prison guards.
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When this news was broadcast, Ana Shen was playing chess with Blaise.
We have been playing Go for nearly twenty minutes. The black and white sides on the board are evenly matched in strength, and the game is very exciting to watch.
No one moved. The projection that he turned on showed Falson's face, covering the entire wall screen. His deep eyes looked eerie, as if he could climb out of the projection.
But it failed to affect Blaise and Shen Yan.
Blaze confessed after the news: "I didn't go to save him. It's also a lie to say that I can operate the relationship before the trial is over. After Falson's case is decided, he probably won't serve his sentence in District 7."
Shen Yan placed a piece, and the white dragon that was lingering on the chessboard was ultimately unable to escape his capture and was completely slaughtered.
Ana Shen picked Bai Zi out and laughed, “It doesn’t matter whether you save him or not. Didn’t the little pervert say that he would come out by himself?”
"Not likely." Blaze stared at the chess piece, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips. "The prison in the high district is strictly managed. If Ruan Zhixian didn't intervene, he wouldn't be able to leave on his own."
Shen Yan chuckled meaninglessly, and Blaise also fell silent.
Blaise knew Ruan Zhixian's methods. He was able to deal with Mobius so quickly because of Ruan Zhixian's help.
Ruan Zhixian's background is very mysterious. He used all his strength but couldn't find much useful information, let alone what he was going to do.
This man is chaotic and disorderly. He, Falson, and Valen have always been led by Ruan Zhixian. They are just pawns and have no qualifications to play against him.
And Shen Yan...
Like a chess piece, and also like a chess player.
His inquiring eyes fell on Shen Yan, who put the white pieces in the jar and leaned back in his chair, waiting for Blaise to continue.
Blaise stared at the empty chessboard, holding the white piece and thinking for a long time, his mind quickly deducing the possible consequences of each move.
After three minutes of silence, he threw in the towel.
Ana Shen sorted the chess pieces, smiling as he picked them up: “You can still give it a try later.”
"If I lose now, I will lose. If I lose fifteen rounds later, I will lose too." Blaze said expressionlessly, "You should give me four stones in the next round. I'm a novice."
“Okay.” Ana Shen handed the divided chess pieces to Blaze and raised his eyebrows provocatively: “I’ll give you seven pieces, novice.”
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On the second day after the news was broadcast, Falson went to court. He was charged with numerous unforgivable crimes and was eventually sentenced to 110 years in the Cube Jail in District 6.
That night, Ana Shen woke up from a dream, and something cold, hard, and angular was pressing against his forehead.
It should be a gun.
Ana Shen looked at the vast darkness and thought calmly.
The curtains in this room are very thick. You can hardly see anyone when they are drawn. It is so dark that one would feel like they are blind.
He couldn't see Ruan Zhixian, so he turned his head towards the direction of the gun.
The muzzle of the gun did not move at all, scraping roughly across his brow bone and finally stopping between his eyebrows.
Ana Shen said calmly: “Ruan Zhixian, why didn’t you turn on the lights when you came?”
Click.
It wasn't the sound of a light being turned on.
Ruan Zhixian pressed the safety bolt, placed his fingertips on the trigger, and applied slight force.
“Brother, three minutes.” He poked Ana Shen’s head with the gun, his tone cold, “Give me a reason to still keep you.”
Shen Yan said calmly: "You are observing how a perfect family is run, with me as the center, looking for the possibility of turning evil into good."
The gun was put away.
Ruan Zhixian got into bed, stuffed the gun into Shen Yan’s hand, and laughed softly, “There are no bullets in it, just to scare you.”
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