Chapter 36
As if stung by these words, Feng Jihan's pupils suddenly constricted, and his glassy eyes stared at him blankly, his throat rolling with difficulty: "Don't you recognize me?"
Seeing that he couldn't leave for a while, Cen Xun leaned to the side, resting one elbow on the railing, slightly raised his chin, and glanced at him leisurely, his amber eyes naturally holding a condescending look: "Who are you?"
His attitude seemed unclear, but as someone who had been with Cen Xun for many years, Feng Jihan could tell that this sentence was more of a sarcasm and amusement than a rhetorical question.
He deliberately pretended not to know him.
Feng Jihan tightened his jaw and gritted his teeth, "Your husband."
As these words fell, Cen Xun seemed to find it very funny and raised the corner of his lips slightly: "Why don't I remember that I have a husband?"
He lowered his eyes and carelessly stroked the white ring mark on his ring finger: "Even if there is, he is my ex-husband."
"You have to say that you are my ex-husband, then I will remember you."
Feng Jihan's expression became even uglier.
A gust of wind blew over, gently brushing the strands of hair on Cen Xun's forehead. Seeing Feng Jihan's expression, his eyes moved slightly. He walked forward, and as if feeling heartbroken, he raised his fingers and gently stroked Feng Jihan's heart.
The tone was completely different, full of malice.
"I thought I made myself clear last time. Didn't you understand?" Cen Xun leaned close to his ear and chuckled with a hint of cruelty, "Dying once isn't enough, yet you still dare to deliver yourself to my door?"
Feng Jihan suddenly raised his hand and grasped Cen Xun's wrist, which was resting on his chest. His eyes were filled with complicated emotions, and a fleeting sense of despair was replaced by persistence. "I just feel that I was in such a hurry last time that I didn't have time to explain many things clearly."
Cen Xun didn't withdraw his hand, and said with a dull look, "But I think many things don't need to be explained."
"Facts are facts, aren't they?"
Feng Jihan's lips moved slightly: "Yes"
"Then let me ask you," Cen Xun interrupted him, staring into his eyes: "Did someone force you to come to this small mountain village more than ten years ago?"
Feng Jihan paused and uttered two words: "No."
Cen Xun pressed on: "You came to the orphanage to find me and take me away. Was someone forcing you to do this?"
Feng Jihan pursed his lips and said, "No."
Cen Xun seemed to feel a little tired and closed his eyes: "You married me and supervised my behavior. Did someone force you to do that?"
Feng Jihan's voice was already a little hoarse: "No."
Cen Xun opened his eyes again, lifted his eyelids, and looked at him straight in the eye: "You hid my true identity from me, hid your true identity, hid the truth about this world, and let me play house with you in ignorance. Did someone force you to do this?"
After a long while, Feng Jihan finally uttered an awkward voice: "No."
"Then what else do you have to explain?" Cen Xun laughed mockingly, his laughter full of sarcasm: "Feng Jihan, what else do you want to explain?"
He raised his other hand, and with his fingertips, he entwined the long silver-white hair that fell from Feng Jihan's shoulders in circles. Then, he held them in his palm and suddenly pulled them down hard, forcing him to bend over so that his eyes were level with his. "Instead of quibbling, why not just admit it directly?"
Perhaps it was because of the pain, Feng Jihan's eyes turned red: "Admit what?"
"Admit your shameful and despicable desires."
Cen Xun's smile was cold and ferocious, and the words that uttered from his crimson lips were like sharp blades, dissecting the truth and leaving it bloody. "You keep saying you want to maintain the balance between the two worlds, so you're trying to stop me. If you're so afraid of me awakening and becoming a ghost, why didn't you just let someone kill me in that little village?"
"After we got married, you enjoyed the love and affection we shared, but you were worried you wouldn't be able to control me, so you simply hid the truth from me."
"You want me and you also want world peace, Feng Jihan, do you know that you are very greedy?"
Cen Xun said this almost close to Feng Jihan's ear, close enough for ambiguity, but this time, all that surrounded them was a biting cold.
Cen Xun turned his head slightly and saw the black wedding ring on the hand that Feng Jihan was holding his. He sneered, "Why are you still wearing it?"
Cen Xun ordered him coldly: "Take it off, now."
The first thing Feng Jihan did was to curl up his fingers.
But it was no use. The next second, the sharp puppet thread cut the wedding ring in the middle and forcibly peeled it off Feng Jihan's finger.
Feng Jihan reached out to grab it, but Cen Xun quickly grasped the broken black wedding ring in his palm, took a step back, and smiled, "I lost it, so you should lose it too."
Feng Jihan stopped in front of Cen Xun, staring closely at the broken ring in his hand, his breathing becoming rapid: "Give it back to me."
Cen Xun raised a cold arc at the corner of his lips: "When we got married, I told you that I would not tolerate any grain of sand in my eyes. If you dare to betray me, I will kill you."
Cen Xun raised his hand and held up the broken ring: "Do you deserve to wear it?"
After saying that, Cen Xun threw it out without blinking, as neatly as throwing away a piece of garbage. Feng Jihan's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and his sight followed the ring closely, and he didn't hesitate to climb over the railing to chase it.
Cen Xun had anticipated this, so he grabbed his arm, dragged him back, and pushed him hard against the wall.
Feng Jihan's back hit the wall, and he tried to stand up with his elbows, but Cen Xun had already stepped forward, pressed him against the wall, and firmly lifted his chin: "I'll give you one more chance."
"You can only choose one between me and those insignificant humans."
His pale chin was pinched until it turned red, and Feng Jihan was forced to raise his face. The black hair on his forehead was slightly scattered, and the long silver hair hanging in front of his body also fell back. He was breathing rapidly, closing his eyes and unable to speak.
"Why, is it so hard to choose?" Cen Xun's eyes swept over his flushed skin, slid down into his collar, and raised the back of his finger to brush his cheek affectionately. "Oh, I forgot, you are a greedy person. How can you choose in a short time? Of course you want them all."
Feng Jihan suddenly turned his face away, avoiding his fingers. His silver eyelashes trembled and he said in a hoarse voice, "You're right."
Cen Xun paused: "Hmm?"
"Yes, I am such a despicable and selfish person." Feng Jihan's chest heaved. He raised his silver eyelashes, and his glassy pupils were crystal clear in the light, empty and lonely. "I can neither let you go, nor can I let go of the world that raised me. I should have stood firmly on the side of humanity and killed you with my own hands when you forgot everything, but I just developed a secret crush on you."
Those glassy pupils were stained with moisture, as if they would soon shatter into pieces. "What is justice? How should justice be exercised? I thought I had them ingrained in me. But it turns out that as long as we are human, we will have uncontrollable selfish desires."
"Lying, cheating, concealing, I have never done such a despicable thing, even I feel that I am a stranger to this kind of myself," Feng Jihan smiled, with crystal drops of water dripping from his chin: "But I don't regret doing this to you, after all..."
He closed his eyes and laughed at himself: "I have known for a long time that those who deceive God will eventually be abandoned by God."
He knew the consequences but still had to do it. Since he didn't want to be a saint for his whole life, he should calmly bear the consequences of not being a saint.
He took great pains to create this dream for himself, but the day when he woke up finally came.
"You don't regret it," Cen Xun smiled. "That's right. If you didn't regret it, it would make revenge on you seem completely meaningless to me."
As he spoke, his smiling eyes swept over the young man. Feng Jihan was already good-looking, and his original appearance was even more beautiful. He was like a jade figure made of snow. Whether it was his face or body, every line and contour was carved so ingeniously by the Creator.
Feng Jihan can cry. He cried when they first met in the mountain village. Later, Cen Xun liked to see him cry even more.
There is a feeling of brokenness that makes people want to destroy it ruthlessly and make it even more broken.
Cen Xun then suppressed his stern expression and softened it again. He placed his lips close to the young man's wet face and gently licked away the tears that rolled down his cheeks. As if deeply in love, his voice was filled with a strange tenderness: "Is my little bird in pain?"
He pressed his face against Feng Jihan's and whispered seductively, "The world outside must be too terrible. Come back to me and stay in the cage I built for you, and you won't feel any pain."
Feng Jihan seemed to have finally come out of the pain. He took a deep breath, gently pushed Cen Xun away, stood up straight, and wiped his cheek.
He slowly raised his eyes, met Cen Xun's, and said firmly: "No."
The expression on Cen Xun's face gradually disappeared. He took a few steps back and distanced himself from Feng Jihan.
The sunlight was suddenly covered by dark clouds, the sky became gloomy, the light and shadow in the corridor changed rapidly, and Cen Xun's face was hidden in the shadows, becoming blurred.
"That's a shame."
"But I really like your face." Cen Xun curled his lips coldly, a demonic expression on his face: "Since you refuse to be my pet, then I will crush your brain and make you into my puppet."
"Boom!" The moment the thunder exploded, the pale light of lightning illuminated the faces of the two people.
Feng Jihan suddenly jumped up to avoid the puppet threads that were attacking him from all directions. The overwhelming puppet threads were chasing him. He was like a captive bird trying hard to break free from a net, with no way to escape. In the end, he was trapped in a small space by the puppet threads that were rapidly closing the circle.
I don’t know if it was Cen Xun’s bad taste, but the puppet strings tightly wrapped around Feng Jihan formed the shape of a birdcage. Feng Jihan stood in the middle, looking like a rare captured bird.
Cen Xun came out of the cage and smiled at Feng Jihan through the puppet silk: "Ah, caught a beautiful little bird."
"It's a pity that the bird doesn't want to go home with you." Feng Jihan in the cage had restrained all his emotions. Except for his slightly red eyes, his expression had returned to his usual calmness.
Cen Xun was truly puzzled: "Do you really like your world so much, even though it's rotting?"
The strong wind blew the rain into the corridor. Feng Jihan's long hair was slightly damp, but his eyes were firm. "Yes, it is rotting, but many innocent people also live in that world. They don't deserve to die."
"As long as innocent lives exist, I will fight for humanity with all I have."
"Then we'll just have to wait and see." Cen Xun's eyes gradually darkened as he said with a haughty smile, "One day, you and your world will become my spoils of war."
"My savior, next time we meet, remember to give me your all."
Feng Jihan in the cage smiled at him and said somewhat miserably, "Okay."
Cen Xun had a blank expression on his face, and his five fingers suddenly tightened. The birdcage made of puppet threads immediately shrank towards the center. When they separated again, Feng Jihan was no longer in the cage. Only a light black and white bird feather flew up, was entangled by the puppet threads, and was handed into Cen Xun's hands.
"He's doing it again."
Cen Xun held the bird feather in his palm with a gloomy expression, lowered his eyes, and no emotion could be seen in them.
On the top floor of the library, a kilometer away from the corridor, Tong Ming was lying on the edge of the rooftop in the rain, with a telephoto lens blocking half of his face, and the corners of his lips that were raised with excitement were faintly visible.
"Hehehe, I got it, I got it, big news!" Tong Ming laughed while wiping the rain off the camera lens, muttering, "My brother must be in a terrible mood right now. This is the last one, and we'll leave after we take it."
However, Cen Xun in the camera suddenly turned around and looked straight at him with cold eyes.
Damn, damn, I've been discovered! Tong Ming's hand trembled, and the photo was blurry, but Tong Ming didn't care about that. At this time, he wanted to retreat in a panic, but it was too late. The next second, the puppet thread pierced his lens.
My Camera
Tong Ming let out a shrill wail, feeling as miserable as if he had lost his wife.
The weather got worse, with strong winds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain.
The heavy rain poured down on Tong Ming's head. He fell on the cold rooftop holding his camera, and his eyes were soaked by the heavy rain.
"Wuwuwu, brother, you're heartbroken, so you tore your umbrella and still want others to get wet in the rain with you. That's unfair!"
At some point, Cen Xun from the corridor appeared on the rooftop.
In the heavy rain, his damp black hair stuck to his face, and the rain rolled down his neck and penetrated deeper. Without any expression on his face, he stretched out his slender hand to Tong Ming and said in a cold voice, "Hand it over."
The weather in Nightmare University was so bad now that Tong Ming didn't dare to bargain with Cen Xun. He didn't dare to say a word, and handed over the camera with shaking hands and reluctant eyes.
Cen Xun turned on the camera and looked through the photos taken by Tong Ming.
I don’t know how Tong Ming did it. He was able to take such high-definition photos from such a long distance, even the movement of each hair was clearly visible.
Cen Xun operated for a few times, then deleted all the photos and threw the camera back to Tong Ming.
Tong Ming caught the camera and when he looked up again, he found that Cen Xun had disappeared.
His brother is so vindictive, but he didn't even settle the score with him this time. How bad must he feel?
The cold rain hit his face randomly. Tong Ming wiped his face and felt that he was so wet that he couldn't open his eyes.
By the time he came down from the rooftop, heavy hail had already started falling.
Okay, okay, now you want to kill everyone again, right?
Tong Ming returned to his dean's office with a sigh. He didn't even have time to wring out his clothes. His first step was to turn on the computer. After a few operations, a page popped up, on which were displayed all the photos he had just taken.
Hey! As a gossip reporter, how could he not have backed up the photos he took? I didn't expect that, huh?
Tong Ming rubbed his hands and began to select photos and prepare a title that would be explosive enough.
Well, should it be "The deceased husband returns in shock, a breakup occurs in a rainstorm, can love be reborn?", or "From beloved to nemesis? He and his deceased husband stage the ultimate emotional showdown in the rain"?
Tong Ming snapped his fingers, his eyes lit up, or maybe he should just say "Divorce is not the end, it is the starting point of his cheating! After becoming the nemesis of his ex-husband, how did he make a gorgeous turnaround?"
While Tong Ming was struggling to decide which headline to write, on the other side, another protagonist in the gossip news was slowly waking up under the gaze of his teammates.
"Sir, you're awake," the young man with fangs carefully handed over a napkin, his face full of sympathy, "Wipe your face."
Feng Jihan sat up and took the tissue as if nothing had happened. At a glance, he found that all the members of his group were there.
Feng Jihan frowned: "What are you all doing here?"
The tiger-fanged young man looked around and said, "Oh, we're gathered here because we have something to do. But you, sir, what did you gain from your visit this time?"
Feng Jihan squeezed the tissue tightly and said calmly, "Very good, I gained a lot. Why do you ask?"
The young man with tiger teeth pointed at his eyes and said, "Did you really gain that much? But you cried. Were you moved?"
Feng Jihan wiped his face with a tissue and said calmly, "You know, my eyes have been bad since I was a child. It's just that my eyes are uncomfortable."
Administrator 01 came over and pointed at his finger: "What about the wedding ring that your clone wore? Why didn't it come out with it?"
The young man with tiger teeth said frankly, "Isn't that also lost it?"
What a nice word “也”.
Feng Jihan choked for a moment, then managed to say, "Haha, how is that possible? I thought it needed to be kept safe, so I put it away."
Administrator 01 held his chin in his hand and said, "Then take it out now."
Feng Jihan: ""
At this moment, the boy in the hoodie lazily raised his hand. He was holding a cell phone and shouted, "Everyone, be quiet. Wait for me to turn your phone to silent!"
The young man with tiger teeth asked in confusion, "Why do you want to mute it?"
The hooded boy looked around and said confidently, "Turn the world to silent mode, and you'll be able to hear the commander's defenses breaking."
Feng Jihan: ""
"Hey, sir, don't be too sad. You should always think positively." The tiger-fanged young man racked his brains and awkwardly comforted Feng Jihan: "At least you two didn't get a divorce certificate. Losing a ring is just a matter of time. It doesn't count as a divorce."
Administrator 01, arms folded, added, "No, if you must say, a marriage certificate obtained in Nightmare World doesn't count anyway."
Feng Jihan pointed outside the door and said, "If you are here to laugh at me, you can get out now."
Administrator 01 finally stopped smiling and asked solemnly, "How is he doing?"
Feng Jihan smiled bitterly and said, "He is conscious and aggressive."
The young man with tiger teeth pondered, "It seems that he did not succeed in seizing H University and becoming the domain master."
They all knew very well that H University was the internal test copy that opened up the entire nightmare world, and that it would be filled with extremely strong pollution. If Cen Xun woke up there, it would be impossible for him to maintain his normal sanity.
The room fell silent. In the stillness, Feng Jihan's throat suddenly moved. He quickly raised his hand and covered his mouth with a tissue.
The sticky blood still leaked out from between his fingers. Everyone's faces changed. The young man with tiger teeth immediately turned around, took the paper, and stuffed the whole bag into Feng Jihan.
Feng Jihan wiped the coughed-up blood in silence. Administrator 01's face turned grim: "You're crazy! What can and cannot be said? Don't you have any idea?"
Feng Jihan lowered his eyes, wiped the blood from his fingertips, and whispered, "Yeah, I might have gone crazy a long time ago."
He crumpled up the blood-stained tissue and threw it on the ground, then said without a trace, "Actually, I still feel a little regretful."
Administrator 01 sighed and said to the others, "Everyone, go out. I have something to say to him."
The others nodded worriedly and retreated.
Only Administrator 01 and Feng Jihan were left in the room.
As one of the eyewitnesses of the incident, among the people in the group, probably only Administrator 01 knows the whole story best.
She lit a cigarette, but held it in her hand without smoking: "Falling out?"
Feng Jihan: "Yeah."
Administrator 01 slowly asked, "Do you really think that monsters can develop feelings for humans?"
Feng Jihan didn't say anything. He stood up and walked to the window, looking at the Heresy Monitoring Bureau building. He heard Administrator 01 say behind him, "Feng Jihan, even you're not sure. You're not sure if he really loves you or if he just sees you as an interesting toy."
"Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts." Administrator 01 finally took a puff of the cigarette, his eyes dark: "Since the birth of the monsters, how many people in this land have died at the hands of the monsters, even my brother..."
"Anyway, since you've chosen humanity, stop dwelling on what you've lost," Admin 01 muttered. "People like us rely on forgetting, on constantly losing important things, to keep living, right?"
Feng Jihan lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers, which only had ring marks left on them. As if exhausted, he slowly rested his forehead against the glass: "You're right."
Walking the same path was just an illusion. The briefly intertwined threads of fate eventually diverged, and each of them headed towards a fork in the road where there was no turning back.
Administrator 01 finished a cigarette and saw Feng Jihan banging his head on the glass to pretend to be a mushroom. He found it a little funny and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Cheer up, even though the nightmare world has indeed restarted, we don't have to do anything."
Administrator 01 pulled up a chair, turned on the computer, and quickly pulled up a map of H City. "Remember the port we set up in H City? The prophet said the nightmare world would restart far from the sea, so we moved the port to H City, which is closest to the sea. Now, the restart location changes at a moment's notice. The safest place has become the most dangerous."
A 3D building appeared on the computer screen. The main perspective centered around the building, scanning from top to bottom. Administrator 01's gaze darkened. "This port is the window used by the Heretic Bureau to monitor the Nightmare World. It's also the weakest point in the barrier between the two worlds."
"Since we can sneak into the nightmare world through this port, it also means..."
Administrator 01's tone grew graver. "Things can sneak into the real world through this port."
"This port must be destroyed before the creeps discover it," Administrator 01 said sternly.
The port set up by the Heresy Bureau in H City is a two-way channel. If they don't want monsters to sneak into the human world, they must enter the nightmare world and destroy the port from the inside.
But what they didn't expect was that "Nightmare World" was closed for seven days in order to open the public beta. They could no longer enter the Nightmare World through the port channel, so they waited until the opening day.
The port issue is urgent. They have no idea whether new strange domains will appear near the port after the public beta of the nightmare world. If they are not careful, if the strange domains penetrate into reality through the port, it will be a big trouble.
Feng Jihan finally stopped being solitary, came to the computer, and stared at the building: "Why did the prophet's prediction go wrong?"
Administrator 01: "It's a pity the prophet is dead, otherwise you could go and ask him in person."
Feng Jihan nodded, concealing the thoughtful look in his eyes: "The port is indeed a hidden danger, report it."
The heavy rain at Nightmare University gradually stopped.
Tong Ming originally thought that it would take Cen Xun several days to calm down, but he never expected that after only an hour, the rain would gradually subside. Soon, the sky would clear up again, and even the accumulated water and hail on the ground disappeared, as if the rainstorm and hail had never appeared.
Then, Tong Ming received a message from Cen Xun, asking him to go to the principal's office immediately. This made Tong Ming feel very guilty for a while, thinking that his backup of photos had been discovered.
Fortunately, after entering the principal's office, Cen Xun did not show any intention of pursuing the photo. He sat behind the principal's desk, and had changed his clothes, but the pattern was still something Tong Ming could not appreciate.
Seeing this, Tong Ming couldn't help but secretly praise himself for his foresight.
Yes, it was him! She had gotten up early today, risking a beating from Cen Xun, and had hugged his legs to beg him to give up his ugly clothes and put on that shirt and vest.
Otherwise, when his brother broke up with Feng Jihan, Feng Jihan might really laugh out loud because of the ugly clothes, which would ruin the atmosphere.
Tong Ming was secretly complaining, but he didn't dare to show his dissatisfaction with the ugly clothes. He looked up and down, but didn't dare look at Cen Xun: "Brother, you called me, is there something wrong?"
Cen Xun's face was expressionless: "I suddenly remembered something."
The string in Tong Ming's mind immediately tightened: "W-what's going on?"
"After getting married, Feng Jihan has to go to work every day, but his identity is a player. Everything here is fake to him. What kind of work does he have to go to?"
Cen Xun clasped his fingers together, resting his chin on his hand, a look of deep thought on his face. "We know his true identity is a player, and we also know that players hadn't logged in on a large scale at that time. So, how did he sneak in by bypassing the Nightmare System?"
Tong Ming didn't expect Cen Xun to ask such a question, and was stunned: "Could it be some kind of skill of his, such as traveling through space?"
"It's not impossible," Cen Xun said calmly, "but if it's another possibility, such as him sneaking in through the rift between the two realms, that's hard to say."
Understanding Cen Xun's meaning, Tong Ming's face was filled with ecstasy. He said excitedly, "If there really is a rift, can we also sneak into the human world?"
Cen Xun gave Tong Ming a malicious smile and said, "Go ahead and investigate. Focus on investigating some people in my ex-husband's company. They're ostensibly working as CEOs, but they might have crossed the rift and secretly returned to work in reality."
Tong Ming patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, brother. I'll take care of this!"
Cen Xun glanced at him and said, "Go check it out as soon as possible. If there really is a crack, they might destroy it by the time they realize it."
Tong Ming let out an "Ah" and without further delay, went down to investigate immediately.
Entering the elevator, Tong Ming couldn't help but sigh, he was indeed his brother, he got over the heartbreak so quickly.
That's right. There are so many humans. If his brother wants to play this game, can't he just find someone who is equally obedient? Why bother with a traitor?
Tong Ming didn’t understand it before, but since Cen Xun never got tired of playing with him, he could only choose to respect and bless him.
Now it’s okay, we’re finally separated.
His brother is still his brother, and reason always prevails.
Tong Ming pressed the button and thought coldly in his heart.
Monsters only need food, not love.
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