Chapter 72 (Catching Bugs)
The glass greenhouse was full of colors. Different kinds of shallow leaves surrounded two heavy antique solid wood red painted square back chairs. Shen Jian looked at the plants from different regions and seasons blooming strangely on the seabed, and finally had a little feeling that "this is really an ecological base".
Yun even held a coconut with her long white sleeves and nervously and shyly placed it on the table next to Shen Jian's chair, "Sir, this is a new variety, chestnut-flavored coconut milk."
Then, he diligently spread a layer of wide silk with red velvet and gold thread on half of the chair, casting a glittering golden shadow, arranging it into a typical canvas of the monarch's coronation cloak falling down.
Now, he just had to wait for his only leader to step onto the canvas in person. Yun turned his gaze expectantly to Shen Jian, who was standing stiffly on the side.
Shen Jian stood there silently and stiffly, wanting very much to obey his own wishes and take a step back.
Originally, he thought that the broken bridge was the greatest surprise that the consciousness of the Wuyan Tower could bring him on a whim, but he didn't expect that something even more embarrassing was waiting for him.
But then again.
Shen Jian thought silently, could it be that Yun learned this messy and crooked aesthetic from Shen Tu?
...It's very possible. After all, the Wuyan Tower was built by Chen Tu, and it's not uncommon for a son to inherit his father's position. (Chen Tu:?)
After Shen Jian criticized his subordinates with solid evidence, he slowly turned his thoughts back to Yun. He walked over and sat down with a cold expression, not showing the painful struggle he had experienced in his heart in the previous two seconds.
"No need for pleasantries," Shen Jian said calmly. After experiencing a brutal inner struggle, the leader put aside his shame and sat on the chair and quickly entered the negotiation state, his eyes were colder than the sea water containing heavy snow.
"Tell me something."
Yun stared blankly at the leader sitting in a place surrounded by flowers, plants and green leaves. The leader looked straight at him, his arms casually placed on the armrests, his ink-colored gloves colliding with the brown wood lacquer. His expression was peaceful and steady, carefully hiding a cold murderous aura.
A superior person who can be identified at a glance is someone who is born to be a leader.
Yun was silent for a while, blinked his dull eyes, put on a soft smile and walked to sit opposite Shen Jian, “Sir, please don’t worry, I will tell you.”
Shen Jian knocked on the handrail, his eyes fell on the endless sea behind Yun, “What are the conditions?”
He didn't believe that Yun would suddenly see him after hiding for a long time, and that he had come to his senses with good intentions and turned back. It was a fantasy... It was as funny as Shen Jian would forgive [Shen Jian] tonight.
The fish lingered in silence for a moment, and as they swam past, Yun finally spoke, "Nothing, sir."
He smiled softly, and lowered his voice in a very strange and weird way, "Because sir, in fact... there is nothing you can do."
"Even if I told you, it would just be telling you. If you can calm down, that's great; if you can't..." Yun paused blankly, mechanically curved his eyebrows, and forced a smile.
He seemed to change the subject, but also seemed to continue the previous sentence: "...Look, the greenhouse I built for you is full of things you like. We can also use the gene bank to replicate a puppy. You can get any breed you want."
Chen Jian's face turned cold, and he stared straight at his former subordinate who was looking at him with his eyes downcast and sleeves rolled up shyly, as if no one was around.
Shen An raised his eyes and stared at the man who seemed unaware of how outrageous his words were. After a moment, he raised a cold smile.
Very good, Shen An thought very calmly, wait for the gentleman to finish the negotiation, and then he will kill him.
He lowered his head patiently, his eyes respectfully falling on Shen Jian's hand.
Shen Jian felt the murderous aura behind him, but he didn’t say anything.
Yun said this seriously, and Shen Jian could feel it. But he was more puzzled than offended.
Yun has unparalleled confidence in the continued annihilation of the universe, and Shen Jian's hesitation before was more like the frustration of facing the leader after the mission failed in Shen Jian's view.
But that's the only thing that's weird.
Why was Yun so sure that Shen Jian had no solution at all?
Shen Jian knocked on the handrail indifferently, swept across the other person's dim eyes, and finally stopped at the pipe behind him that stretched outward and upward and disappeared into thin air.
"This." The processor deep in Yun's pupils seemed to have identified Shen Jian as the only object of observation, and explained immediately the moment he expressed interest, "This is my life support device - I change my form with the decline or prosperity of your Wuyan Tower, sir."
He explained softly, "In the four years since you left, my energy could only support me to appear in the world as a young child, so that's the form I was in when you saw me."
Shen Jian commented calmly, “Good acting.”
"Ah," Yun was surprised, "No, my memory was stored in Solomon at that time, and I found you..."
He thought hard for a while, "It's subconscious."
He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sir, can I ask a question before that?"
"How do you know that... you are not cooperating with me?" Yun folded his hands and placed them obediently on his legs. His tone was soft and his eyes were gentle, but his smile was filled with regret that was visible to the naked eye.
"Oh, really, you were just a step away from committing suicide..." He lowered his eyes, and the malice that was flowing in his heart finally flowed out slowly.
Shen Jian looked at Yun's smile calmly for a while, without commenting on it.
He reminded Yun a little: "At that time, the 'cooperation' you mentioned was indeed very likely. We - I and the me in this world - did not dare to deny this possibility."
“However, Shen Pingyan’s fireworks exploded a little bit of fog.” Shen Jian casually scooped to the side, and the flying streamer tube behind Yun rushed to Shen Jian’s hand like lightning, rolled up the coconut and poured it into the cup, and diligently placed the cup in Shen Jian’s hand.
Shen Jian paused for a moment and picked up the teacup.
So Shen An took the cup handed over by Shen Jian in front of Yun, and handed it back to Shen Jian again after measuring it with the micro drug testing device he was wearing.
Yun's lips were pursed instantly, and a slight resentment came out.
Shen Jian glanced at him, "...If I had made the choice to destroy the world, then I would not have let Shen Pingyan destroy the largest drug trafficking den of this century."
The leader nonchalantly put down the strange-tasting coconut water he had taken two sips of, "I'm afraid you don't know, Shen Pingyan took Shen Wenyan with him when he left, and Shen Wenyan got the inspiration to create Solomon there."
If Shen Jian had planned everything from the beginning, he would never have let Shen Pingyan - no matter which world's Shen Pingyan - carry out this mission.
Isn't it the best solution to isolate the birth of another Solomon from the root and maintain one's own advantages?
But in the previous world, the disappeared leader who had spoken to Shen Jian still chose to let Shen Pingyan carry out this task.
If Chen Jian was the mastermind, then why didn't he take the opportunity during the phone call to hint and guide Chen Jian of that world to give up issuing this task and directly cut off the route of Wuyan Tower's artificial intelligence research and development?
"...I see, sir." Yun was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "I never knew these things."
Shen Jian clasped his hands together, staring at Yun with his slightly lighter black eyes. He lowered his body slightly and spoke softly, "Now, is your curiosity satisfied? Tell me about all your plans."
His tone left no room for doubt.
So Yun swallowed the second question, raised his hands, wiped his face with his long sleeves, revealing a well-behaved face, as if there was no malicious black mud in his eyes.
"First of all, what you want to know most is whether I am the consciousness of Wu Yan Tower—"
Yun rolled up his sleeves, revealing a slender and fragile wrist, "Please check it."
Shen An moved the scabbard and took a step forward.
Yun's face darkened for a moment, then quickly brightened up again, "Sir, please come in person. He doesn't belong to the Wuyan Tower yet, so he can't feel it."
Shen An paused, as if he was not angered at all, and turned his head calmly to look at Shen Jian.
The water light and the golden starlight projection enveloped the young leader together. The leader looked at Yun thoughtfully and raised his hand slightly to signal Shen'an to retreat.
Chen An stopped, but he still stood there, and even loosened the hilt of the sword expressionlessly, and instead condensed a particle cannon.
Yun shrugged and looked at Chen Jian with sparkling eyes. The leader gently stroked the skin that seemed to be no different from the human body. The next second, a short blade came out from the cuff and cut open the artificial skin like cutting tofu, revealing the complex and sophisticated mechanical structure underneath.
——Yun’s entire body was actually produced entirely by machines.
But Shen Jian knew that Yun didn't want to give him this. He calmly probed into the operating structure until he touched a small chip.
A weak bioelectric current flowed out uncontrollably from the fingertips and connected to the chip. Shen Jian saw everything about the Wuyan Tower from inside.
“…” Shen Jian maintained his posture and remained silent for a long time.
Shen An whispered, "Sir?"
Shen Jian didn’t answer.
His gloomy face gradually turned cold, he took a step back and slowly pulled the trigger.
At this time, Shen Jian seemed to come back to his senses and shook his head at Shen An.
"Alright." Shen Jian withdrew his hand. This time, his attitude was much better than when they just met. At least it no longer made Yun feel that he was in a cold abyss all the time.
It was indeed the Wuyan Tower that belonged to him, Shen Jian thought.
The leader turned back to his seat and casually tugged at his loose gloves.
"It's the Wuyan Tower, dark." The leader said calmly, "Take a good look, this is the Wuyan Tower where you will stay in the future - the self-born consciousness."
Yun's heart was pounding, and he smiled shyly, "Thank you, sir."
“Then, we will…” He quickly added, as if taking advantage of Shen Jian’s improved attitude after confirming the ownership.
But then, it was interrupted by a dark movement.
He watched as Shen An suddenly walked around the chair and came in front of Shen Jian.
Yun was stunned for a moment.
Then, he saw the chestnut-haired subordinate calmly tidying up his leader's messy gloves.
Shen Jian: “…”
Shen Jian:?
[Chen Jian] What did you teach Shen An? Why are his subordinates sometimes useful and sometimes not? ?
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The hands hidden under his sleeves were tightly clenched, and Yun managed to keep a smile to suppress the jealousy and distortion that were rapidly rolling up in his heart. "Sir, are your subordinates a little too presumptuous?"
Shen Jian was silent for a while.
...He doesn't mind taking advantage of his subordinates' feelings for him, even if the subordinate in front of him is the Wuyan Tower itself.
So the leader decisively ignored his previous thoughts and nonchalantly prodded, "In fact, maybe you are not qualified to say this."
Yun's breathing became rapid, and his left hand, which had a delicate structure exposed, curled up.
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