Chapter 383 Shackles
Seeing Lin Qian hesitate, Zhang Yan continued to persuade her: "Give up Lear and join us! We will never force you to do anything you don't want to do."
Lin Qian said calmly, "You just said that it's foolish to entrust your fate to someone else. Whether it's you or Lear, you're both entrusting your fate to either of you. What difference does it make to me?"
“Of course there’s a difference!” Zhang Yan said seriously. “You and I both came from clay figures; we’re from the same source. Would I ever harm you?”
"But Lear is different. She's radical and ruthless. Who knows what her purpose is in finding us?"
“You also saw the prophetic image. In the image, Lear kneels at that man’s feet. I suspect that Lear’s purpose is to sacrifice the five of us to that man!”
"Therefore, the five of us must unite and fight against that outcome together!"
Zhang Yan spoke with great passion and enthusiasm.
Zhang Yan's words were so inspiring, but Lin Qian only felt a deep sense of powerlessness: "But we were all created by that man, we are incomplete people, the ending has already been written, and struggling is probably futile."
No matter how unwilling she is to admit it, or how much she deceives herself, she cannot change one fact:
The five of them didn't exist in the first place; it was that man who gave them life.
If one day in the future that man wants to take their lives back, will they have the right to say no?
“But what’s the point of trying?” Zhang Yan said quietly.
"That's right, we were created by that man, but that's all. Once we enter the game, our thoughts and actions are no longer under his control. Everyone we encounter, good or bad, truly exists in our memories and is a part of ourselves. If you don't even have the courage to struggle and resist, your life is utterly boring."
Lin Qian was completely stunned.
Yes, those people and events from the past truly belong to her, to Lin Qian, and not to anyone else.
Life is boring enough, so why not find something to make it interesting?
A glint of light flashed in her eyes: "Zhang Yan, you've successfully convinced me."
Zhang Yan extended his hand, a smile playing on his lips: "Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
Lin Qian reached out her hand without hesitation, "Looking forward to interesting days ahead."
Their hands touched briefly before separating.
The moment their hands clasped, a single image flashed through their minds.
Lin Qian saw the scene from her dream again: the man taking out his heart and transplanting it into the mud figurine.
Every dream ended here, but this time, she saw a "sequel".
Although it only lasted a few seconds, she clearly saw the mud figure transform into her likeness.
I had guessed it beforehand, so I wasn't too surprised when I saw it.
Zhang Yan saw the man give muscles to a clay figure, and the clay figure, which originally had no facial features, gradually transformed into his likeness.
He didn't react much.
The two exchanged a knowing glance, then returned to Lear's house with their expressions unchanged.
Lear seemed impatient: "Now that you're back, let's get down to business. Help me find the remaining two people."
The two nodded in agreement.
Seeing how cooperative they were, Lear was fairly satisfied.
...
After leaving Li Er's house, Zhang Yan went straight to Zhao Lan's place, but Zhao Lan was not in the convoy, and Zhang Yan found no one there.
Zhang Yan joined Zhao Lan's racing team and hasn't left yet.
He belatedly realized that Zhao Lan should be on duty at the Tower of Babel.
Just as they were about to teleport away, a disgruntled murmur came from behind: "...I don't know what the captain has been doing these past few days. He doesn't care about the team or lead anyone to run the tower. He's just been a hands-off manager. He's so leisurely, unlike us who are busy to death every day."
Zhang Yan turned around and found that the person who said this was a man with triangular eyes.
He appeared to be perfectly healthy and had no disabilities.
Zhang Yan found it strange; didn't Zhao Lan's car team only take in disabled people?
What's up with this seemingly healthy man?
A slender, one-armed woman next to the man with triangular eyes tugged at his clothes, her voice slightly panicked: "Stop talking, it's not good if someone hears us!"
The man with the triangular eyes scoffed, "Am I not telling the truth?"
He shouted loudly as if no one could hear him, "Everyone, tell me, what did I say wrong? The captain goes out to relax every day, while we disabled people have to earn money to support her. Do you really respect a captain like that?"
The crowd began to whisper among themselves, many of them expressing their disapproval of Zhao Lan's behavior over the past two days.
Because she was the team leader, they couldn't say it directly.
Now that someone has spoken out so openly, they are taking the opportunity to vent their frustrations.
Seeing this, the man with the triangular eyes became even more smug. "If you ask me, we should just remove Zhao Lan from her position as captain and elect a new one."
“You’ve got a good plan,” Zhang Yan said, taking a few steps forward. “Choose a new team captain? Who? You?”
The man with the triangular eyes raised his head. "Anyone would be more suitable than Zhao Lan! She just wants to avoid anything, why should we listen to her?"
Zhang Yan: "Who told you she was hiding away to have a peaceful life? She went out to make money, and as for why she's working so hard to make money, you all know better than anyone else, right?"
Some people in the crowd looked ashamed.
"Besides, this team was built by Zhao Lan. What gives you the right to think you can change the captain? I think we should kick some people out of the team so they won't keep distorting the truth every day."
Zhang Yan was furious.
He felt from the beginning that Zhao Lan's behavior was just asking for trouble for herself.
Not everyone knows how to be grateful.
Zhao Lan selflessly helped them through their difficulties, but some people not only didn't appreciate it, but instead took the lead in trying to remove Zhao Lan from her position as team leader. It's like a dog biting Lü Dongbin.
From Li Er's words, he easily learned that Zhao Lan was the one with the "kindest heart".
But he didn't understand why that man would create such a kind person.
In fact, Zhao Lan's kindness reached an incomprehensible level.
No, that's not true kindness.
It was a shackle called "kindness" that bound Zhao Lan tightly, preventing her from hearing the true voice of her heart and forcing her to mechanically repeat what she considered "kind."
He felt a pang of sympathy for Zhao Lan, and he couldn't bear to watch that shackle imprison her.
He wanted to help her break free.
The crowd fell silent. The man with the triangular eyes, furious, rolled up his sleeves and yelled, "What does our convoy's business have to do with you? Who do you think you are?"
If it weren't for the slender woman beside him holding him back tightly, he would have already attacked Zhang Yan.
"Sun Quan, don't be impulsive! Calm down!"
The thin woman clung tightly to Sun Quan's arm to prevent him from hurting anyone.
"Get the hell out of my way!" Enraged, Sun Quan violently shoved the woman away.
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