Chapter 191 Recognition
Lu Jiamu seemed to be somewhat persuaded. After all, the scenes described in the diary were truly beautiful.
What's more, what the diary said made sense. They had traveled through so many worlds, and each world was being polluted and sinking into destruction together. Their world would probably not be spared sooner or later. Since the results would be the same, why couldn't they take advantage of now to gain benefits for themselves as soon as possible?
Judging from the situations in the previous worlds, even if ghosts have invaded the real world on a large scale and the environment has become extremely harsh, life will still find its own way out. Survivors will be everywhere and bases will be established. It will take hundreds of years for the world to go down this path.
Hundreds of years had long been enough for Lu Jiamu and everyone he knew to die. He would not see that day, and the fate of others seemed to have nothing to do with him.
He can grow up in the best era ever, completely break away from the mundane and ordinary life, and turn the whole world into a huge and exciting playground.
Experiencing the feeling of seizing power or simply watching others suffer adds a little excitement to his dead heart.
And the retribution for seeking the skin of an evil spirit will not befall him, and he will be sung by future generations who do not know the truth, just like the founders of the base in all previous worlds. How wonderful.
Lu Jiamu has flexible values. He has made a living by cheating and speculation. He rarely needs to rely on his character. And if you really want to say it, it is the diary's business to kill people, and it is his business to stop the diary from killing people.
In short, the saying "a saint is judged by his deeds rather than his heart" probably means that even if a disaster is caused by him, it has nothing to do with him. As long as he has a positive attitude towards dealing with problems, he is still a good person. If others' evaluation of him is still positive, it shows that his character is flawless.
The diary seemed to feel that it had shown its utmost sincerity, and that Lu Jiamu himself was a very conscienceless person, so it was very confident and did not think that Lu Jiamu would refuse its proposal for cooperation.
Lu Jiamu did not explicitly refuse, but thought about it carefully: "As you said, there are so many people in our world, and you don't have to chase me and kill me when you return. But I can't be sure if you will attack us now."
"Why would I attack you? What good would it do me to kill you?" Diary began to get impatient. "Then you should come up with a fair and just plan that will convince both you and me."
Lu Jiamu looked at its strange face wrapped in layers of gauze and said, "Get off this body and I'll carry you away. I have to make sure you're safe."
"Impossible, I'm already attached to this body and can't get down. And even if I did get down, you're so suspicious, are you really brave enough to take me away?" Diary disagreed, but immediately gave in and proposed another solution, "Don't waste time. How about this, you're just afraid that I'll attack you, then why don't I tear off my arms? That way I won't be able to attack you, and I still have legs to walk up by myself."
Lu Jiamu raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect it to say such a fierce thing. But since it took the initiative to propose it, it must be able to do it. If it really lost its arms, the instability factor would indeed be reduced by more than half, and it would become easier to control.
"Where to tear it?"
Diary pointed to the side and said, "Let's go to the bathroom together."
A temporary consensus was reached on this point. Lu Jiamu immediately called Yu Leng back and briefly told him what they were going to do now. Then the three of them went to the toilet together.
The first floor of the Black Tower is as shabby as a chaotic slum, but after all, a large number of people will always produce a large amount of excrement. In this environment, once the water supply and drainage pipelines are connected to the underground, it will cause huge hidden dangers, so the toilet on the first floor is actually an incineration type.
Once excrement appears, it will be burned at high temperature and the ashes will be transported away. In order to prevent the poisonous gas produced by the burning from spreading to other places, the toilet has an exhaust system. In order to prevent ghosts from invading through the passage, the entire toilet is designed to be impregnable, which can be said to be the best place for secret operations.
Yu Leng stayed outside to get some fresh air, while Lu Jiamu and Diary went into the toilet cubicle.
Without saying a word, Diary took out the dagger, held it in his right hand, and stabbed it into his left shoulder without hesitation.
Its whole body twitched and trembled instantly, and it swayed back and forth trying to curl itself up, as if it was in great pain.
But at the same time, it seemed to feel no pain at all. Without making a sound, it firmly used the dagger to stir the wound to cut the tendons and veins. It then inserted it accurately into the shoulder joint with force, and then began to pry it open. In a very inhumane way, it directly broke the entire humerus off the scapula.
Lu Jiamu always felt that this scene was a bit weird, but he couldn't tell exactly what was weird about it.
The diary's body kept twitching and trembling, but it still came to the incinerator toilet and, with a strong force, tore off its left arm like tearing a page of a book.
A large amount of blood spurted out instantly, like running water, and could not be stopped. Most of it went into the toilet, and a small amount of it was scattered outside because it was twitching too violently, staining the floor red.
The toilet started incinerating with one click, and the smell of burning blocked out the strong smell of blood.
The diary didn't care about these things at all. It had lost an arm now and couldn't tear it like it did just now, so it asked Lu Jiamu to come over and help it tear it.
Lu Jiamu was not worried that Diary had any bad intentions towards him, nor was he afraid of this strange and bloody scene, so he immediately tore off Diary's other arm.
Diary bent over and let the blood flow into the toilet like a waterfall, signaling Lu Jiamu: "Stop the bleeding first before I can go out."
Lu Jiamu immediately took some gauze from its face and wrapped it tightly around the broken wound to try to stop the bleeding. Then he took off the sleeves from the two torn arms and wrapped them around them to help stop the bleeding.
The blood flow soon slowed down and was under control, or perhaps it had completely dried up, but Diary seemed completely unaffected, her whole body no longer twitching and arching, and she seemed to have gotten better.
Although it turned into a pole, it was as easy as tearing two pages of paper.
The two discarded arms were thrown into the toilet and burned. Lu Jiamu signaled it to go out first, and he took a mop and started cleaning the public area.
Lu Jiamu didn't leave the toilet until he cleaned the cubicle and nothing happened.
Diary and Yu Leng were standing at the door waiting for him. There were many strange-looking people in the black tower, so they did not attract too much unnecessary attention.
Lu Jiamu discussed with Diary: "We don't have many tools at hand right now, and we don't know what's happening on the top floor. And we haven't eaten much since we came to this world. Why don't we go to the second floor to replenish our strength, then go to the fourth and fifth floors to replenish some weapons, and then go to the top floor."
Diary nodded in agreement without hesitation: "You can go wherever you want."
The only problem now was how to deal with the two soldiers guarding each elevator entrance. The two soldiers would definitely be able to see that their cards were not theirs, and it would be troublesome if they were stopped from leaving. They couldn't just kill them in public, because if they did that, they wouldn't be able to leave.
Lu Jiamu thought about it, then led them to the elevator in a less crowded corner and walked straight there.
He ignored the two soldiers still guarding the door, didn't ask anything, and walked over and swiped his card with confidence, as if he was going back home.
He acted so naturally that the two soldiers hesitated for a moment before stopping them and asking, "Where are you three going?"
Lu Jiamu raised his head and looked at the other person with a slightly childish look: "We are hungry and want to go to the second floor to eat."
"Just wait if you're hungry. Supplies will be distributed at a certain time." The soldier answered impatiently, and took two steps forward to stand in front of Lu Jiamu, staring down at him with a strong sense of oppression, "And tell me the truth, where did you steal this card from?"
Lu Jiamu was not fooled at all after hearing this. He was furious. His temper seemed to be even worse than that of the soldier. He held up the chip card and said, "You stole it. This is what my father gave me! He told me to eat wherever I want! I don't want to wait for food here. Why do you care about me?"
His temper as a young master made the soldiers feel a little guilty.
The soldier took the chip card and took a look at it: Intermediate Researcher of Black Tower.
This is considered a high-level job title in the Black Tower. People like this usually hang out on the upper floors and have no contact with those on the lower floors. It is indeed unlikely that they stole it.
In order to stabilize the morale and make everyone feel that the Black Tower is a large collective, the Black Tower will give sufficient rewards as long as they work hard for the Black Tower. Therefore, most people currently do not know that there are researchers in the Black Tower who have been expelled because of old age.
The conditions in the first floor where the survivors were concentrated were too harsh, so many researchers in the Black Tower would try to bring their children to live in the upper-floor dormitories. It was indeed a group of young masters and young ladies, and sometimes they would run around in the Black Tower.
Don't let the young master come and complain to him later.
The soldier was afraid of offending the wrong person, so he immediately changed the subject: "You misunderstood. I meant to say that you couldn't reach it. Let me help you swipe the card."
As he said that, he immediately swiped the card in the sensing area.
The three of them got into the elevator smoothly. Lu Jiamu stared at him angrily until the elevator closed.
Although meals are distributed from the second floor, the refugees on the first floor are provided with basic subsistence meals, while the meals on the second floor are for researchers and non-commissioned officers, and the meals are much better.
Lu Jiamu and Yu Leng, who hadn't had a proper meal for a long time, started to eat heartily. Diary had no hands or mouth and could only sit on the side and watch.
After looking at it for a while, he seemed to have thought of something and suddenly laughed strangely.
Lu Jiamu asked it what it was laughing at, but it didn't say anything, like a lunatic.
After laughing for a while, it seemed to want to wave its hands to indicate that it was not important, but because it had no hands, it could only twist its shoulders strangely: "It's nothing, I can't eat it, you guys just eat more."
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