Chapter 56 Humanoid Weapon 21

The moment they saw that it was Yan Bei, the rebels behind Sha Jia immediately rushed forward with weapons, and without even needing their generals to give orders, they surrounded the dangerous guy.

Yan Bei did not resist and allowed them to control him, putting him in layer after layer of shackles specially made for him.

In the dim hall, tiny specks of dust rose and fell in the beams of light.

The silver-haired man stood there quietly with handcuffs on his head, his eyes never leaving Shajia, with deep, incomprehensible emotions in his eyes.

After his eyes met his, Sha Jia was stunned for several minutes, and only came to his senses after his subordinates reminded him. He turned his head away abruptly.

Shaka led the rebels, many corpses, and the only surviving captive, Yanbei, a criminal of the old empire.

The fire in the palace heralded the end of this long war.

The brutal and despotic empire collapsed, and the imperial weapons that knew only killing were captured by the rebels. Countless people took to the streets, and their enthusiastic voices like waves demanded that the criminals be executed in public.

Sha Jia, the former orphan from the south and now the chief judge, remained silent for a long time after listening to the complaints of the officials who control public opinion.

"Why not just follow the public's opinion?" Someone sincerely proposed this opinion, and many people echoed his words, "Maybe this is not the most reasonable way, but it is the best way to deal with it."

But Shajia, who was sitting at the head of the long table, just listened to their conversation quietly without saying a word.

This was an ordinary meeting of the former high-ranking members of the uprising army during the post-war reconstruction work.

From the peaceful discussion at the beginning to the mention of that special name, the people in the room gradually split into two groups.

Regarding the treatment of that guy, half of the people could not suppress their anger and thought that he should be killed to vent the anger of the people. The other half who knew Shaka better noticed his strange reactions in recent days, or those new officers who originally belonged to the Imperial Army and later changed the camp with Garcia, most of them chose to remain silent.

Garcia, carrying a huge secret, watched them discuss this guy who should have been the biggest contributor to the new regime.

They argued about this issue for a full twenty minutes until the end of the meeting. Sha Jia neither stopped their conversation nor said anything to defend Yan Bei.

People in the room began to walk out one after another. Garcia also stood up and walked to the door, but after taking two steps, he turned around and said to Shaka, "Maybe..."

Sha Jia raised his head and looked at him, and everyone else stopped to listen to what this former colleague of Yan Bei had to say.

Garcia smiled and said softly, "Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep him alive."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else's expressions changed slightly, and Shajia's expression also turned cold in an instant, but Garcia did not continue talking, he opened the door and walked out.

Shajia sat there with a cold expression and couldn't help thinking in his heart.

It's like this again. That guy was never as simple as Shajia saw him, whether he was the younger brother Arnold or the enemy Yanbei later.

His face hidden under the iceberg is extremely complicated. Even Garcia seems to be holding some secret, but Shaka has been kept in the dark from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, Shajia suddenly stood up, opened the door and rushed out, ignoring his colleagues who were frightened by him along the way. He rushed all the way and finally saw his target at the corner.

"Tell me." Shajia blocked Garcia's way.

"General, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"When you first came to me, you did it through a middleman, right? Who was that person?"

"General..." Garcia suddenly sighed, then reached out and pushed Shaka away a little, "I made the promise myself, are you going to force me to break my promise?"

"Xinnuo... why..." Shajia didn't know what he remembered, and his facial features were wrinkled in pain.

Garcia said nothing more, walked around him and went down the stairs.

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Sha Jia passed through eighteen heavily guarded prison doors and came to where Yan Bei was imprisoned 300 meters underground. Through the thick one-way glass, he saw the young man sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and leaning against the wall.

After taking off the general's uniform that made countless enemies tremble with fear, the young man under the armor was thin and had a gentle expression. He did not look like the twisted and ugly killing weapon as rumored by the outside world, but more like a good-tempered neighbor who liked to tend to flowers and plants.

He had the chance to look like that.

Shajia subconsciously put his hand against the glass. At this moment, the young man inside the glass suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at Shajia blankly, then looked away, raised his head to look at the little light from the artificial sun coming through the wall, and slowly closed his eyes again.

Sha Jia withdrew his hand from the wall. Although he knew that the young man could only see a dark wall from the inside, his heart still trembled uncontrollably for a moment.

Yan Bei's eyes, which had seen countless blood and dirt, were still completely blank and clear.

[Shajia is here...] In the system space, Yan Sifang suddenly spoke.

[What?] Yan Bei, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked around blankly at the unfamiliar environment, and then he remembered his current situation belatedly.

[Yes, he is watching you from behind the wall in front of you right now? ]

Hearing his words, Yan Bei looked away in panic, and then said coquettishly, "Teacher Yan, if he comes in later, it will be your turn, okay?"

Yan Sifang refused coldly, "He is your brother, not mine. If you have anything to say, you should speak for yourself."

Hearing the sound of the cell being opened from the outside, Yan Bei closed his eyes in despair and continued to squat in the system space like a quail, but was still thrown back into his body by Yan Sifang.

Shajia opened the door and walked in. He was sure that the prisoners inside would be able to hear him opening the door, but Yanbei still sat there with his eyes closed, and did not react to his arrival at all.

Shajia walked over step by step, and finally squatted down in front of him.

Just as he lowered his head, Yan Bei suddenly opened his eyes, and Sha Jia was stunned for a moment.

What a pair of ignorant and bewildered eyes. He could even see a bit of panic in them. This familiar scene instantly brought him back to his boyhood ten years ago.

"You really are like that. How come you haven't changed at all?" Sha Jia smiled bitterly, then sat down next to Yan Bei.

Yan Bei looked at him once, then looked at him again, and finally turned his head away without saying anything.

The cell was extremely quiet. At this moment, Shajia seemed to see that he was hesitant to speak, and said, "You won't kill me. If you wanted to kill me, you would have had many opportunities long ago. There is no need to wait until now."

"I have always received help from a mysterious companion over the years. He has provided me with a lot, but he never left any information about himself, and never asked for any reward from me. But recently I seem to have finally learned a little about him. Do you know who he is?"

Sha Jia asked another question. Facing his question, Yan Bei lowered his eyes, as if he heard nothing.

After waiting for a long time, Shajia asked again, "Did you really kill all of Mr. Clive and his 24 personal soldiers?"

Yan Bei's left hand trembled slightly for a moment. But he still did not move. After a long time, he saw that Sha Jia had no intention of leaving.

He had no choice but to raise his head and answer cautiously: "Why would you bother with someone like me?"

"Don't try to let me go, otherwise how are you going to explain to the angry people outside?"

His voice became lower as he spoke.

"How can I... live as someone like me? How can I be worthy of..."

How could he continue to live with a clear conscience when he was controlled by others, his hands were covered in blood, and he had committed such a serious crime?

-

Shajia stayed in prison for a long time, but in the end he got nothing.

He left along the same path he came from. The light in the passage was dim. He walked alone through the long corridor, with a turmoil in his mind.

He was very determined and certain in his heart that many of the crimes Yan Bei committed were justified and he was controlled.

But no one could testify for him. The laboratory incident happened a long time ago, and many things were destroyed in time and war. All the conclusions were just his personal speculation.

He could not produce any evidence to convince the soldiers who firmly believed in him and the people who supported him, and to make them, who hated Yanbei so much, believe his words to absolve him of the crime.

If he used his power to declare him not guilty, it would reduce the people's infinite doubts about the fairness and morality of the new government. He could not allow himself to do such a thing for his own selfish feelings, leaving an indelible flaw on the first step of the new future that countless companions were looking forward to.

How will future generations write about him?

After Sha Jia left, Yan Bei stood up and walked slowly to the door, listening to the footsteps that gradually became fainter and farther away, imagining his leaving figure in his mind. Then he suddenly spoke. [He looks like... there is a lot of pain... a lot of entanglements in his heart. ]

[Are you feeling bad? Then why didn't you say goodbye to him properly just now?] Yan Sifang chuckled.

[There’s no need... He shouldn’t have known me in the first place.] Yan Bei sat down against the cell door, and couldn’t help but recall the only warmth he had experienced in his life over the past ten years.

In fact, he is not without memory as Shajia mistakenly believed. In fact, he has memory, but those memories are all related to the laboratory, incandescent lights, cold instruments, cut flesh, and injections that bring unbearable pain.

These memories are completely different from the world he has seen during this period. It turns out that humans do not have to go through painful experiments every day and can run freely...but he has never told Shaka this.

But he still has so much life left, and he shouldn't be trapped in the memories of a dead person. He can just go through that kind of pain alone, and he doesn't need another person to share it with him. [I'm not trying to deceive him, I just don't want him to go through this kind of pain, and I don't want him to be sad.]

Yan Sifang quietly stared at the suffering child in the system space. He didn't want his only relative to suffer because of him, so he would rather hide everything himself than let him know all the truth. These were all Yan Bei's true thoughts.

But for the executor, it is obviously impossible not to whitewash. He has done so much just to maintain world stability and gain whitewashing value.

[System, what is the current whitewashing value?] Without letting Yan Bei hear their conversation, Yan Sifang asked the system.

[Not very stable, fluctuating between 30% and 50%.]

Yan Sifang nodded. It seemed that the protagonist was indeed very conflicted at the moment, which caused such a big fluctuation in the whitewashing value.