Chapter 25 Humans always like to compare themselves to birds
Episode 25 Humans always like to compare themselves to birds
Jerry's shoulders trembled slightly, and even beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
But what he didn't know was that my head was also dizzy and I could only hear my heartbeat so loud that it made my eyes go dark. The silence between them made the air seem as if it had frozen.
My mind could only work desperately.
What should I do?
What kind of person am I?
How should I set this character now?
The system prompt tone began to ring repeatedly in my ears [Host, please maintain the settings of the ID card, otherwise there will be unpredictable consequences! 】
It’s not that I don’t want to maintain my current identity.
Let me think about what to do now.
I don't want to solve things with violence.
[Host, please remember that this is the second warning. 】
I:"……"
【Host…】
The air was stagnant and I felt that the only sound was my breathing.
I:"……"
"Didn't hear anything?" I suppressed my nervousness and lowered my voice unconsciously.
Jerry's Adam's apple rolled up and down as if an ice needle was piercing his nerves. He waved his hands hurriedly and explained, "Yes, boss, I'm just... just passing by,... really! Believe me!" There was a barely visible cry in his voice. But his feet revealed his panic.
Step outward, this is an action of wanting to escape.
But he was so flustered that he almost fell down, looking extremely clumsy.
This series of actions happened right under my eyes, and it was like a puppet show controlled by my sight.
After realizing this, my voice became calmer and more unyielding, "Did I ever say you could leave?"
Jerry froze in his tracks.
And I slowly approached, step by step, as if knocking on his heart, making his face paler. "Passing by?"
I tilted my head and asked, "If you were just passing by, why were you listening at the door?"
Jerry tried to avoid my sight, "I, I didn't!"
Perhaps he realized that avoiding my gaze would make him look guilty, so he raised his head in panic. However, when he met my eyes, his eyes moved around, still subconsciously avoiding me. "I was really just passing by."
"Jerry." I called his name softly, recalling the words and actions of our high school dean in my head, and my voice was lower than before, "Do you think I will believe it?"
Jerry was stunned for a moment, as if he had lost the ability to speak. His lips opened slightly, but no sound came out.
The next second, I acted like a school bully possessed, and suddenly I grabbed his feet and pushed him against the wall. His back hit the wall with a dull thud. He raised his hands and tried to struggle, but he was unable to resist at all and just looked at me in horror.
"What did you hear?" I looked him straight in the eyes, with a hint of dangerous coldness in my voice.
"I...I really didn't hear anything important! I swear!" He was like a frightened hamster, his voice became sharp, and his tone was filled with pitiful begging, "Really...I really only heard a little noise at most. Boss, I promise not to say anything nonsense!"
Once this kind of guy is released, everything will be broadcast everywhere as if it were installed on a loud speaker.
I am too familiar with this kind of fragile and unstable rhetoric, which is only for self-protection.
"Did you hear who the undercover agent is?" I moved closer, staring at his face, and asked, "If you're honest, I might let you off a little easier. Being beaten to death is not pleasant."
He swallowed, "Shang Hexing said you are an undercover..."
After he said this, he immediately said, as if begging for his life, "I don't believe it!"
I didn't respond, nor did I loosen my grip.
Jerry also fell silent, with his head down and said nothing.
The room fell into silence in an instant.
"Did you also hear Shang Hexing say that he would surrender to us Manes?"
Jerry didn't know why I asked this. He rolled his eyes hesitantly and whispered, "I heard it."
"And what did he say?"
Jerry stared into my eyes, and I could see a little man in his pupils. The cross hanging around his neck was like a shooting star, flashing and drawing arcs. Jerry's pupils narrowed as I spoke, and he said slowly: "...He said "this is not the first time he has changed owners"? ”
"Can you?"
Jerry's eyes flashed, "Will you do it if you need me? Will you give me a chance?"
My eyelids jumped. Is he going to change ownership in order to save his life?
"Can we trust someone who wants to change the owner casually?"
Jerry choked, "...", as if he didn't want to admit that he was untrustworthy.
"I say," I said, persuading him, "can we trust what the man lying on the bed says?"
"It's not worth it..." Jerry glanced in the direction of Shanghe Star, then glanced at me. This time he started to be smart again, "...I don't know."
I pressed his shoulders and pushed down hard. "If I was an undercover agent, why did I save you yesterday? Use your brain."
As soon as I said this, Jerry's face instantly warmed up, "Oh, yes!"
But he frowned again quickly, "But he said you took care of him all night..."
I immediately asked him, "Did you see it?"
"No."
"So do you trust me to take care of someone all night?"
I said I would take care of Fu Lin, but I didn't do it too openly. If I really applied medicine to every wound of his, then my character would have been completely ruined.
As soon as the words were spoken, Jerry understood everything in an instant, "He's lying to me."
What am I lying to you about?
They wanted to trick me into going undercover.
"I'm going to beat him up right now!!"
Jerry walked into the room angrily.
I casually took a step to the side, as if to make way for him, and subconsciously leaned against the door frame, but my eyes were on Fu Lin, who was watching the movement silently.
He was very calm and composed. He was not afraid of being beaten at all. He was very good at making others angry and finding their pain points. When he raised his head, a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Assuming that he did this in order to pretend to be Shang Hexing, then he must have had to disguise himself because there were people he knew here. It was just like me in the long mirror opposite the door—my head slightly tilted, not saying a word, but that dangerous aura seemed to overflow from the mirror, and even I could feel an indescribable indifference, laziness and strangeness.
But what if it’s not?
What if he wasn't pretending to be Shang Hexing on purpose, but he just had this kind of personality?
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw that we were both calm, yet equally suffocating.
Jerry's shoulders were tense at this moment like a bowstring that is fully drawn before shooting an arrow. His hand was the first to reach out in the direction of Fu Lin. Before his hand touched Fu Lin's face, I said slowly, "After you beat him, it will be your turn."
There was an inhuman reminder in the voice.
"You are a brainless person who believes everything you hear. If there is too much water in your brain, I can give you a knife and let you go to wake you up."
Jerry's shoulders relaxed immediately, and he didn't rush to hit Fu Lin. Instead, he rushed towards me and begged for mercy loudly and sadly: "Boss, I didn't mean to doubt you. I'm sorry! Please spare my life."
"It's noisy."
Jerry pursed his lips and looked at me.
"Stand against the wall and think it over carefully." I said coldly.
Jerry didn't dare say another word. He quickly stood against the wall, with his head down, looking as if he was regretting his decision.
Fu Lin sat aside, looking at me thoughtfully. That look was not hostile, but rather seemed to be testing or spying on something, as if it wanted to engrave my every move into its mind and analyze it clearly.
But I think he will never know it in his lifetime.
The little pigeon has been flying outside for an hour and has not come back yet. I plan to go out for a walk to relax and get away from this depressing atmosphere in the room.
"Keep an eye on him." I pointed at Fu Lin and said in an unquestionable tone, "Don't lose him. If anything happens, text me."
Jerry was stunned for a moment, then he looked up and replied cautiously, "Yes, Boss."
I turned and walked towards the door, but my footsteps paused for a moment at the threshold, thinking to myself, if I really lost Fu Lin, then I would just leave completely and run away.
Anyone who wants this mess can take it.
*
The Western breakfast shop is still open.
The little girl I met yesterday was sitting at the door watching the guests coming and going. When she saw me, she quickly stood up and kept her eyes on me. When I got closer, she handed me a bunch of dried daisies from her pocket.
The technique is very immature. Although the edges and corners are handled very cleanly, one can still see that the child's handling is clumsy. The dried flowers are just neat but not beautiful.
"Since my brother came, I'm no longer afraid of being beaten by my father." After she mustered up the courage to say this, she couldn't help but relax and couldn't control her shyness. "So, this is for you."
I didn't take it and shook my head, "I don't want it."
This is probably why I don’t keep real birds.
Because I cannot take responsibility for a life, I feel I cannot protect even the smallest bird. I knew I couldn't do it, so I just never started.
I said calmly, "I do things based on my mood. It has nothing to do with you."
The girl was stunned for a moment, and soon became at a loss.
I raised my head and continued to look in the direction of the store. "Is your store still open?"
"open…"
"Then give me yesterday's breakfast."
I sat down in the same seat as yesterday. It was indeed an area with a great view. It happened to be the place with the highest slope on the street, and I could directly see the intersection of the sea and the sky. It was a sunny morning, and even the white sails were as pure as snow.
Not long after I sat down, the little girl who came to serve me food had red eyes, and she couldn't hide it at all.
“…”
Did I really say something that outrageous?
But I'm leaving here soon. If you leave her with too many responses, you are actually giving her some ruthless expectations. It is difficult to get rid of one's original family, and it cannot be solved by a few words from outsiders.
So I thought about it, looked around, and saw that there was no one. I was about to talk to her, but at this moment, I keenly heard a pigeon "coo" twice.
I subconsciously looked up in the direction of the voice, but unexpectedly saw a face that was extremely familiar but shouldn't be here.
The visitor wore thin-framed glasses and had a quiet and gentle smile on his face. "Can we share the table?"
When these words came out, I looked at the little dove that naturally fell on his forearm, and the familiar red mole on his wrist. To add, it is a cherry angioma, which is an asymptomatic vascular hyperplasia. It is not romantic, but it does not affect your health. However, since I met An Qingyan in high school, many people have liked his hands, especially the red mole on his hand.
I really enjoyed watching it at that time too.
Because I heard that the capillaries there are extremely fragile and prone to bleeding, I really wanted to try it.
At this point I began to feel that something was not right. I even started to get restless because I had a feeling that I was about to face a huge amount of information.
I suddenly remembered something -
I wonder if you know that humans like to compare themselves to birds?
Simple examples are bad eggs and good eggs, bad birds and good birds.
That guy is a bad guy.
That guy is not a good guy either?
For example, the swan and the ugly duckling represent dazzling people and inconspicuous people.
And there are pigeons.
Everyone knows that the dove is a symbol of peace, but did you also know that it is also called the "stool pigeon"?
That is, "the dove that traps the hawk."
Or they could be undercover agents who infiltrate criminals in order to gather intelligence.
My brain was processing the information and resisting it at the same time.
The man stared at my face, and without waiting for me to refuse, he sat directly opposite me and said in a voice that only the two of us could hear: "Fu Lin changed his plan and wanted to find out where Shanghe Star was. He didn't plan to leave Anubis today. So the plan to detonate the train has been cancelled. When will you bring Shanghe Star out?"
There is a casual tone in his voice, as if he is just chatting about daily life.
These words made me more and more convinced that An Qingyan in front of me was not as simple as he seemed on the surface - he was the second in command of Fu Lin's team, but perhaps, he was much more complicated than this identity.
Perhaps my silence lasted too long, An Qingyan frowned slightly, and the calmness and politeness on his face began to fade a little. His tone remained the same, but there was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes: "What's wrong with you today? Something's... wrong."
I am silent not because there is something wrong with me, but because there is something wrong with you.
“…”
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