Chapter 84
Shen Jian withdrew his gaze that was trying to comfort Shen Lanhe, and sighed for a long while.
He thought, although, how come the leader could see so quickly that he really had not given up his plan to commit suicide while holding up the Wuyan Tower?
Just because of a fake ring? Of course, this is the biggest doubt, but with only one piece of evidence...
At this moment, Shen Jian suddenly forgot his firm belief in the principle of presumption of guilt, and also forgot his fruitful criminal record.
He can indeed place the leader in the blocking area, but as long as the leader reveals a little about his "suicide" plan, even if it is just an illusion in the mirror...
Chen Jian recalled that dream. At the beginning of the document that [Chen Jian] placed on the table, there were four big words clearly written between the lines: "Be careful of the master who devours you."
The young leader estimated the consequences and sighed silently.
He turned around and completely blocked the leader behind him, signaling the end of this sudden conflict.
The young leader gestured and said calmly, "That's it."
Shen Xiuzhu frowned, clearly disagreeing.
However, just like the first time Solomon invaded the Wuyan Tower system, he quickly put away the syringe in his hand, lowered his head and leaned forward slightly.
"Yes, sir."
He barely suppressed the complex emotions that welled up in his heart and gave a simple salute to his leader and the other leader.
Shen Jian paused for a moment, but still gently touched his head.
"It's okay, Qingzhu." Shen Jian said calmly, "... after all, it's 'me'."
Even with hundreds of years of combat experience, it was normal for Shen Xiuzhu to be unable to react.
From the corner, Xu Yinmo let out a sigh of regret.
Shen Xiuzhu's expression, which was originally filled with joy because of the pat on the head that came out of nowhere, suddenly darkened, and his murderous eyes were fixed on his long-haired colleague.
Shen Jian silently withdrew his hand, took a step back, and briskly withdrew from the Shura field of his subordinates.
Then he was dragged back by the leader and walked a few steps towards the living room.
Standing in the corner, Shen Tu, who was wearing a blue and white suit, a big ruby brooch on his chest, a pair of dark green leather shoes on his feet, and a pair of purple socks, pondered for a moment, stopped his colleague who wanted to step forward, and said softly, "Do you feel that the gentleman is feeling guilty now?"
The colleague who was stopped: "…Which eye did you see that?"
“Sir, he was still emotionless when he was doing the liquidation just now,” Shen Tu glanced at Shen An in front of him, “but now, it seems a little…”
Chen An glanced at the commotion behind him and calmly continued, "It seems that he is worried that we know the leader who looks exactly like the one we have now... something he 'guessed' on the spur of the moment."
The first door of the living room had already been gently closed, and the leader's room returned to silent silence again.
They all went over these two sentences in their minds, and then tacitly put this result on the previous connection.
Behind all the worries, what is worth caring about is not the thing itself, but the consequences that thing can cause.
At this juncture, the conflict between them and their leader lies in the fact that "the leader seems to be in a state of abandoning them at any time."
Well, their leaders are now worried about what they know…
"Could it be that Sir is planning to abandon us and go to another world, or to die without permission?"
In the silence, someone's voice echoed in the darkness that was as dead as a cemetery.
They stood there with their heads bowed, silent, stiff, as if in private.
Everyone felt as if this possibility had forcibly invaded their bone marrow and devoured their blood, as if mechanical equipment was tightening their hearts, and their breathing was twitching and shortening, but they dared not even change their movements.
The gentleman did not let them move.
It is still in the process of liquidation, and everything they have should belong to the leader in accordance with tradition.
Shen An, who was in the dark, took a look around the scene and was not surprised.
In fact, as the heir of an heir who derived resources from the upper nobility, he was very familiar with these cumbersome etiquette.
The division of power classes in the floating organization is that the "direct line" is the highest level under the leader, and there is no further division within this level on the surface. The original form is the "aristocratic bloodline".
It was just that they gradually adapted to the trend and removed the first two words. Under this system of large family exaggeration, biological brothers and sisters with lower status than the "family head" were still appendages of the "family head", not to mention the collateral and side branches with even lower status.
This is also the reason why the upper echelons initially took a cold attitude towards the civilians on the ground.
Chen An had always maintained a non-commentary attitude towards this kind of etiquette, but now he thought it was still somewhat useful - at least the etiquette of Wu Yan Tower after its obvious reform was somewhat useful.
...After all, there is another him.
Shen An glanced at Shen An who was standing in the front.
He paused, then calmly walked up to Shen An, who also glanced at him.
The two exchanged glances silently, then staggered their gazes, silently engaged in a game of chess, and then Chen An said very calmly and inexplicably, "The highest one in cold weapon mixed particle technology."
After the words were spoken, the entire leadership room paused for a moment.
Many of the direct descendants turned their drooping eyes to Shen An, especially a certain previous head of the Northern Theater, and Shen Xiuzhu, who was in charge of weapons manufacturing.
And a group of hungry fighters. As soon as he finished speaking, the way they looked at Chen An changed from looking at "the little thing brought back by the gentleman" to "the weapons research expert brought back by the gentleman."
Shen An was obviously silent for a while. This time, he focused his eyes completely on Shen An's face, "The quantum technology of the irregular particle technology tower is on the verge of being eliminated."
"I need time."
"In half a year, Shen Xiuzhu will give you the information."
Chen An stopped talking.
The direct descendants who had been staring at this direction looked at each other for a few times, and the frustration in their hearts dissipated a little.
The staggered particle technology of cold weapons is equivalent to the weapon enchantment in holographic fairy tales or European stories. This technology has long remained in the theoretical stage, and even Shen Xiuzhu has given up on it.
They cannot transfer quantum technology to inanimate matter without connecting it to an electric current.
But now Shen An took it out.
Moreover, Shen An mentioned that this was the "highest one", which means that he has other technologies in his hands.
Chen An has a pledge of allegiance, and it is of considerable weight.
This is good.
Shen Pingyan pushed his glasses and thought calmly, if they really entered the direct lineage system by relying on the master's favor, they would really explode, and maybe even backfire.
Just keep your precarious balance, sir.
Shen Pingyan's lenses hid the emotions in his eyes, but his back was also very straight.
Shen Tu looked at Shen An for a while and smiled softly, "Well, congratulations in advance on joining the Wuyan Tower, Shen An."
Shen smiled darkly.
Everyone was immersed in a slightly relaxed atmosphere.
Then, Chen An, whom they had just accepted, walked around among them with an increasingly weird smile, and found a sofa to sit down in front of them.
The direct descendants who didn't dare to move at all: "?"
Shen An paused for a moment, looking at the very pleasing scenery in front of him, fully inherited the fine tradition from his master, and took out a miniature holographic photography device from his sleeve with a smile.
The subordinates who were forced to stay where they were and stare at the chestnut-haired boy: "..."
Shen An blinked innocently, "Smile~?"
Shen thought to himself, he has to find some fun for his master, right?
In the atmosphere that was gradually changing from relaxed to murderous, he stubbornly pressed the record button despite the murderous gazes of the crowd.
The leader he was thinking about seemed to have given up his rigid and rigorous sitting posture and leaned casually on the bed.
Shen Jian had not changed out of his military uniform. He bent one leg, with his military boots nonchalantly pressed against the heavy dark red suit embroidered with heavy gold. He tilted his head back slightly with a calm expression.
No one could tell that he had beaten up Shen Tu and the leader several times in his mind.
But in reality, Shen Jian, whose weakness was grasped, was forced to look at the leader and smiled innocently as if nothing had happened.
leader:"……"
The leader sneered, "Why don't you try calling me father?"
——Let’s see if the leader will soften his heart and be more tolerant of him next time.
Shen Jian thought calmly for a while, then raised his head, “Father.”
leader:"……"
The leader's long hair shook and a very low sneer came from his throat.
Shen Jian observed pitifully for a while and found that the leader seemed to be even angrier because of this.
Shen Jian:?
The leader's cloak was casually draped over the back of the chair, with a corner hanging on the ground. His uniform, which was the same as Shen Jian's, was not wrinkled at all. His sword was placed on his left hand side, and his pale blue hand was on the hilt.
The leader changed his posture, with his right hand, half covered in a black glove because of his sword, spread out.
The long-haired man calmly put out the cigarette butt in the palm of his right hand and clenched it.
Shen Jian's eyebrows jumped, and he suddenly looked up at him.
…It looks like the leader is going mad.
Shen Jian realized it clearly.
“…” Shen Jian’s hand moved, and his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the ring on the bedside table.
Even if it was a fake, it was still made of the best materials - Shen Tu would not allow inferior products to appear on the leader of Wu Yan Tower. The ring was still bright, emitting a clear red light in the darkness.
"You have seen the demise of many Shen Jians." Shen Jian used a declarative sentence, he turned his head and looked at the leader quietly.
“I thought, maybe I’m nothing special.”
Shen Jian said.
The leader's fingers holding the cigarette twitched.
Shen Jian denied everything about him and the leader from the time they first met to the present, and then told the leader that "there is nothing special about him."
He was certain that the leader would not acknowledge the little bit of human emotion that remained in his heart.
The leader lived for a long time, and if nothing unexpected happened, he would have only one ending in the future: being killed by Shen Jian. He could not accompany Shen Jian for a long time, and would not leave many traces in this world.
Therefore, instead of leaving some lingering, sad thoughts from the beginning, it is better to cut them off from the beginning.
The leader lowered his eyes, pursed his pale lips, and held the cigarette wick, which had not yet been completely extinguished, tightly in his palm.
Shen Jian was silent for a while, then slowly looked away.
He pressed the bed lightly with his hidden hand, suppressing his soft heart.
Shen Jian thought, as long as that god didn't come, then he could still suppress all this from the leader.
"In fact, Chen Jian from the world numbered 05225621, Jörmungandr, has not smoked for more than two thousand hours, which is a bad human behavior."
A mechanical sound sounded lightly, and a soft silver light descended into the darkness, outlining an illusory god, whose entire body was glowing faintly.
The god's silver hair fell to the ground, and his silver eyes with stars hidden in them stared at the two of them. He looked neither angry nor angry. His gaze slowly shifted to Shen Jian, staring at him intently.
Shen Jian, who had just raised the flag: "..."
"You are very good, Shen Jian." The god smiled, "Perhaps you can tell us completely and logically - your partner, your counterpart, your half - your great plan from beginning to end?"
The leader straightened his back, lowered his eyes silently, and swept away the remaining cigarette ash in his palms. No one knew what he was thinking.
But finally, he looked up at him.
Shen Jian was silent for a while, his expression calm under the gaze of the two.
Only Wu Yanta knew that his heart had jumped wildly several times as it was freed from the heavy atmosphere.
Very good, indeed, he is as good as ever now.
Shen Jian still couldn't help thinking, the three courts were in trial, the Shura field was doubled, he simply...
He is simply, well, couldn't be better.
Now, the clearest thing in Shen Jian's mind was actually another thing.
...He was thinking, if he gave up resistance and told others about his suicide, but added the condition of "allowing Wu Yan Tower to be buried with him"...
...Will his Wuyan Tower agree?
Shen Jian, on the other hand, began to ponder in despair.
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