Chapter 51
Shen Jian once again stepped into the lounge of the Wuyan Tower leader's room, bringing a document and casually placed it next to the leader.
The leader opened his eyes, first glanced at Shen Jian silently, and then whispered, "Why? Do you think the document will turn itself?"
He slightly moved his wrists, which were bound by both hands.
"I'm just showing you the cover. What are you thinking about?" Shen Jian bowed his head indifferently to check his wound. After a moment, he raised his head with a half-smile on his face and looked at the leader.
The young man said softly, "Congratulations, father. It seems that your wound heals dozens of times faster than an ordinary person. I just don't know why the wound on your back remains torn?"
The leader fluttered his eyelashes, lowered his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds.
Shen Jian had asked this question before, and he had already given the boy an attitude of unwillingness to answer. But now, Shen Jian brought up the matter again.
Shen Jian would not ask a useless question a second time.
This could only mean that he had gained some information about the wound.
After Shen Jian left, the leader had been washed by the cleaning system in the medical room as if he were an ornament, using a high-pressure water gun. At this time, half of his long hair was tightly attached to his skin, and the other half fell with gravity, and the blood stains on his body had long disappeared.
Shen Jian casually pulled a chair over and sat down, closing the distance between the two of them to an uncomfortable point where their hanging legs could almost touch each other.
A very simple torture tactic.
The shortened distance will exert strong pressure on the passive players within this distance, but the leader has to admit that it is effective.
At least, since the person on the other side is Shen Jian, it works well for the leader.
He twitched his fingertips unconsciously.
As if Shen Jian didn't need the leader's urgent answer, he lowered his head and stood the document upright, then started reading it on the leader's lap.
leader:……
Looking at Shen Jian's expression that seemed particularly serious, the leader unconsciously twitched his mouth again, "Maybe it usually takes us less than half a minute to read a document."
"Yes, father." Shen Jian said casually, "But sometimes you have to pretend so that your subordinates or others have more time to make up a lie to report."
"It's just a little care from the leader, please don't mind it." Shen Jian mocked hypocritically and urged slowly, "Father, have you thought about it?"
The leader accepted the ridicule in silence and turned his attention to the cover of the document.
The paper on it was normal white paper. The paper used to deliver documents in Wuyin Tower was divided into several grades, and this white paper without any pattern could only mean that the document was not important.
but……
The leader had just moved his eyes away, but suddenly shifted his gaze back and stared at the sealing line for a while.
"Isn't this the file of Wu Yan Tower? The binding format is different from Wu Yan Tower." The leader stared at Shen Jian slowly, "It looks like you got some help."
"It's a great help, father." Shen Jian turned the page at a snail's pace, turning his head to look across the paper at the leader's dark eyes, "For example, why a wound will never heal."
The leader stared at Ana Shen with his dark eyes, and after a moment he chuckled, “It seems like you know it very well, don’t you?”
"But it depends on how far I have come." Shen Jian said calmly, simply pulling up the progress, "I can give you a prerequisite: I already know the location of the Middle Ages."
The leader's expression didn't even change.
“Also, I found Shen Xiuzhu.”
"...What?" This time, the leader's expression finally fluctuated slightly, "...Chen Xiuzhu?"
"I hope you understand what this means, father," Shen Jian closed the document and placed it on the leader's lap, leaning forward again to close the distance between the batches, and the tense atmosphere in the narrow tide suddenly turned into a solemn and oppressive one.
The leader lowered his eyes and responded with silence.
Shen Jian waited patiently for three minutes, sighed softly, and returned to his original position feeling bored, casually carrying the chair and taking a few steps back, "Well, you—closed your mouth more tightly than Shen Congjian."
He had just learned from Shen Xiuzhu that Shen Congjian was the leader.
“But I still want you to admit one thing in person,” Shen Jian’s expression turned cold, and he walked over to open the document to the first page and pointed at the schematic diagram drawn by Shen Xiuzhu.
"Have you started that machine?" he asked calmly.
Shen Xiuzhu made a detailed analysis: If the leader replaced time, then as the old world and the new world overlap, there must be an unchanging anchor point to gradually rewind. Otherwise, the timeline that is flipped forward without authorization may very likely be entangled with reality to form a chaotic space because it has no beginning and end.
As for the choice of anchor point…nothing beats the guy who starts the machine.
In other words, as the leader who starts the machine, assuming that he has a wound on his body at that time, he will continue to carry the wound until the second the machine is started.
The leader carefully examined the detailed documents for a while, and after a moment, his expression was indifferent: "Didn't you verify it in advance?"
Shen Jian stared at the leader in silence for a while.
He had indeed verified it in advance. He had killed the leader more than 300 times, and the leader had resurrected more than 300 times. But what if that was not resurrection, but the invariant property obtained after starting the machine? It was just "invariant", which had nothing to do with resurrection from the dead.
He looked at the long-haired leader staring at him calmly for a while, and suddenly asked another question without warning: "Then why do you have long hair?"
“Obviously you can swing a sword too.” Shen Jian whispered.
The leader seemed not to have expected him to ask this. He raised his eyelids and looked at the boy with a little surprise.
but.
"...I don't want to say it." The leader turned his head and said calmly, with a calm and self-righteous tone.
Shen Jian twitched his lips, picked up the document and put it on his chair, "Actually, I don't really want to ask you why you want to kill the universe... It can't be that you can't die yourself and want to try to kill the universe, right?"
The boy thought alone for a while, walking around the clean medical room, glanced at the fiber optic control device, and tapped his palm lightly.
"Ah, it's time to change the medicine." Shen Jian calmly activated the button, then walked around the room again, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the leader's pupils constricted and stiff like a stone sculpture.
Shen Jian:?
Shen Jian: "What's the matter, father, do you want to confess something? You seem to be much more surprised than just now."
The leader could almost hear his own heartbeat, and his eyes, which were stuck on the ground, moved inch by inch to Shen Jian: "You... know, my goal?"
Shen Jian paused, staring at the leader who was truly showing an expression of disbelief for the first time, and typed a question mark expressionlessly.
"If my brain could think normally, I should know." Shen Jian answered politely, staring at the leader who seemed to have lost his mind, quickly set the potion time, picked up the documents and went out.
After closing the door, Shen Jian looked back expressionlessly at the door that had merged with the wall, as if he was looking through the door at his own brain-defective counterpart.
If he didn't know, how could he not use real means to deal with the leader? Instead of asking questions that could be answered in one go, he had to break them up into several parts, leaving enough time for people to react.
There are many ways to control people without killing them. Shen Jian can try them on him one by one. Even though he himself can't do it, he can hand it over to his subordinates.
...Perhaps his subordinates couldn't bring themselves to do it either.
Shen Jian leaned against the door and thought for a while, silently thinking about the possibility of giving this task to Solomon.
[Supreme Authority, I seem to sense that you are calling me. ]
The chip embedded in Shen Jian's palm seemed to be truly connected to the device that had long been implanted in Shen Jian's body. Solomon quickly sensed his own unique neural wave flow and slid out a voice broadcast briskly.
[The line network built over the northern seas is almost 55% complete. The experimenter dived to about 600 meters underwater with the electrical box containing some of my data, and only then did he capture a weak signal rebound.]
Shen Jian hummed.
[…It’s just that, sir, I’m very strange. ]
The sound Solomon simulated was unusually uncertain. He compared some data hesitantly, and the data port analyzed it messily for two seconds. In the end, he absolutely classified all the information as cleaned up and reported it directly to Shen Jian for processing.
"Hmm? What?" Shen Jian asked calmly, pressing the chip.
He seemed not to notice that Solomon had naturally changed his address.
[…I collected data for a full thirty minutes at the bottom of the sea, and the wavelength of the data refracted back shows that the highest-level characters refract exactly the same as you.]
[I have compared the neural jump frequency charts that Xu Yinmo from this world collected when we first met. If we digitize them, they are exactly the same.]
Shen Jian, who had just sat down, was silent.
He filtered Solomon's information in his mind and took the opportunity to calculate the data analysis twice before he could calm down.
After pausing for a moment, he took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the subtle and strange hairy feeling.
Shen Jian thought of the machine in Shen Xiuzhu’s laboratory that had not yet shown any signs of being started.
Shen Xiuzhu knelt on his knees, silently burying his face between his arms, wet water staining his soft sky blue sleeves, his eyes hidden in the darkness were filled with the pain he had long been accustomed to and the pain that gripped his heart and kept tightening.
Shen Jian didn't mind that Shen Xiuzhu briefly treated him as the dead leader of this world, even though Shen Xiuzhu's action only lasted two minutes and ten seconds.
The people in Wuyin Tower seemed to insist on distinguishing each and every Shen Jian very clearly.
"He's dead, Shen Xiuzhu." Shen Jian touched Shen Xiuzhu's head soothingly, "You can identify with half of the leaders who exist now, just like them."
"You know, neither he, me, 'him', or even any other Shen Jian would mind."
Chen Jian believed that all of his selves held this attitude. If he still existed, even if another self wanted to borrow the Wuyan Tower, he would be reluctant to lend it out. Instead, he would turn around and watch the fun and let that other self build a tower as well.
But once he dies... he would very much like someone else to take over the "legacy" he leaves behind.
Shen Pingyan laughed without any emotion at that time and said, "Sir, if you leave, I will cry even more miserably than him."
"Of course," Shen Pingyan said lightly, "Shen An must have cried the most miserably. After all, he seemed to have been thrown out of the Wuyan Tower by the master himself."
Shen Jian broke out in a cold sweat at that time, and of course, he still does now.
He didn't quite know how to treat Mo Yi, even though he knew that Mo Yi must not live, but...
It seems that the two of them can really do something like uploading his data to the cloud to make a robot! ?
As long as I think of Mo Yi as Chen An...even though I know that he will definitely attack Zhong Jian, I still feel like I'm bullying the little dog in my family who has lost his mind and lost his memory due to a fall.
Shen Jian:.
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