Chapter 36 (Minor Repair)
"What Chen Tu just hid was you."
The leader sitting on the throne stretched out his thin and broad palm, lowered his eyes lightly and touched the face of Shen Jian who was kneeling on the carpet beside him, and forced a statement instead of a question, seeming to be unperturbed by the face that was a one-to-one copy of his own.
seem.
The door closed silently again after Shen Jian entered. The dim and gloomy room was filled with a red color that was so rotten that it made people feel uncomfortable. In the darkness, it looked more like a suffocating executioner.
The huge room was filled with endless carpets, a black curtain with no borders surrounding it, and a long-haired leader who looked like a dead person.
Shen Jian seemed not to feel the increasingly oppressive atmosphere. He still lowered his head and played with a sharp silver-white dagger, which was engraved with the leader's private seal and smeared with an unknown scarlet liquid to deepen the dent.
The leader's eyes stayed on Shen Jian for two seconds, and for some unknown reason, he casually threw it to him when he entered the door.
It seemed like this, once Shen Jian had the thought of hurting him, he could pick up the dagger and swing it at him, and he could use this reason to end everything before it began.
But Shen Jian paused, calmly walked to the leader's feet and picked it up, then knelt down naturally, then stood up with his back straight, raised his eyes and met the leader's eyes directly.
He was not surrendering with a purpose, nor was he even afraid, but simply offering some kind of comfort that made the leader uncomfortable.
Just like children are born with the ability to understand their parents' emotions and are willing to do anything for them.
……appease.
The leader's hand rested on his right side, trembling slightly, but eventually fell silent.
He responded with silence.
So the first battle was completed in silence.
Shen Jian didn’t quite understand what kind of storm was going on in the leader’s mind, he just knew very well what kind of people he would let down his guard against.
In that case, he would do it for him to see, even if the other party knew it was for him to see.
He didn't mind kneeling down to someone if necessary.
If the leader could open up his heart to him in the future, Shen Jian would even think it was a good deal, and as long as he thought that this person was the leader, Shen Jian would have no scruples.
...Sooner or later, he would make this kind of gesture of weakness appear on this person, towards him.
The boy blinked softly, staring at his leader's cold, scrutinizing gaze, relaxed his back and knelt down, placing his hands on his legs and staring at the long-haired man in silence.
After a moment, the leader shifted his gaze from Shen Jian's face to the dagger, and then to a meaningless point in the void. He slowly withdrew his hand that had been resting on the side of the sword, and then supported his side face, looking at the boy lazily and calmly.
"What are you doing here?" He asked calmly, "If you know why Shen Tu would risk being killed to save you."
The long-haired leader seemed a little regretful. His right hand, which was close to his sword, moved slightly, and he spoke with a slight sarcasm, his voice still slow and calm, "No matter where you grew up safely, you should know that you should not appear in front of me now."
Especially with a face like this.
The leader lowered his pale and dead eyes, leaned forward slightly and stretched out his hand again, gently stroking from Shen Jian's cheek to the side of his neck, stroking it twice, and then suddenly turned his hand to pinch it.
He didn't seem to realize that he had a life in his hands. His thumb moved unconsciously on the back of Shen Jian's neck, as if he was holding a small, not-so-round apple.
The heavy cloak's tail moved as a result, and more of it fell on Shen Jian's legs.
"You think I will do this because of this." The leader's black hair fell down due to his action. He raised his hand to pinch Shen Jian's neck and forced his face to be exposed. "...will I show mercy to you?"
...He seemed a little anxious.
Chen Jian calmly raised his head and looked into the other person's eyes, thinking calmly.
It's normal. If he were in the same position and saw a child like this suddenly appear out of nowhere at this time, he would also have complicated emotions, even if the other person looks very calm now.
This leader, who sat alone at the highest level of the Wuyan Tower, was willing to take responsibility for subordinates who clearly did not belong to him and were not directly loyal to him - he was not even willing to kill Shen Tu, who belonged to the previous "Shen Jian".
So how dare he say he would give up a child who was clearly connected to him by blood?
At least Shen Jian thought it was funny. He came up because he was sure that the other party would not kill him.
Rather, it is because of this that Shen Jian is becoming increasingly confused as to why the other party has such an extreme morbid obsession. He wants to understand this point anyway, and now regards it as a long-term plan.
But even so, this leader has been too calm so far, so Shen Jian is very suspicious that the other party has not reacted until now.
Of course, the other party is not just doing this for this reason.
Shen Jian also raised his eyes, and he didn't seem to feel that his life was in the hands of others, and he said nothing about the threatening words that the other one singled out.
“You didn’t look like you would kill him then,” Shen Jian said, gently stroking the sharp tip of the dagger.
The leader smiled lightly, without denying it, and not even showing any surprise that a child could make such a judgment: "But I won't let you go."
"Take a good look at your face." The long-haired leader taunted, tightening his grip: "Since you were able to be hidden so well by them, then it should be...then you..."
Shen Jian interrupted him calmly: “Shen Tu said that I came out of the laboratory, maybe a day ago.”
The leader's voice suddenly stopped, and he looked at Shen Jian from a distance.
"I don't have any previous memories." Shen Jian paused, looked directly into the leader's dark and gloomy eyes and continued to add, "...Don't involve me in your battlefield, I just want to see my blood relatives."
I don’t know what words touched the leader, he quickly let go of Shen Jian, returned to his initial appearance like a portrait, and said calmly, "Blood, relative."
The child used the right word by accident, and the leader thought with a hint of sarcasm that they were indeed blood relatives.
Or maybe just blood relatives.
“Good words, I changed my mind.” The leader glanced at Shen Jian who was kneeling obediently, “Is this your own idea?”
Shen Jian did not show any discomfort with the sudden change of topic, and naturally followed the leader's thinking, "Yes, they are unaware."
The leader fell into the shadows in silence and thought for a while. Shen Jian glanced at him, then lowered his head to play with the dagger he had already explored, and pressed on the ominous red pattern.
The dagger suddenly shrank and recovered, and the tiny parts rotated, instantly replacing the sword pattern with a giant snake coiled around the handle.
Shen Jian: “…”
The corners of his mouth drooped and he looked at the snake unhappily.
Shen Jian thought of the Middle Ages, and the long silver snake that Mo Yi often carried with him, and then he remembered that the tip of Shen Jian's hair, who was close to him, also had a silver-white snake hair ring with red pupils.
The leader seemed to have just woken up from his thoughts and glanced at the boy coldly, "I'll ask you one last time."
Shen Jian paused, turned his head and slightly lowered his lips to the side where the leader couldn't see.
…Why would he ask this of the child he wanted to keep by his side, Shen Jian thought.
He is who he is, he shouldn't be like this.
"Do you know what you are doing?" The leader stood up, slowly turned his wrist with his right hand, and drew out the sword on his right side. This was the second time he picked it up today.
He calmly looked down at the child sitting on the carpet and tightened the sword in his hand.
He was not sure whether the boy knew what everyone in the tower knew: he was not "Shen Jian".
"I don't know." Shen Jian replied, not caring about the leader's sudden cold expression, "But why are you not sure that you might be?"
Why don't you decide that maybe you are his biological father?
Since he clearly emphasized that he "may have been born just a day ago", why are you so determined to rule out the possibility that you may be the one who provided the original cells?
Shen Jian paused, raised his head and looked at the leader, "...Do you dislike me a little bit?"
The leader was silent for a moment, avoiding the question, "Are you sure he isn't?"
Shen Jian didn't answer, but stood up and looked up at him.
Time stood still between the two people, pulling out a tangled tangle of hemp ropes, which passed through their bodies and left, leaving behind bloody holes that slowly seeped out pain and hopelessness.
Shen Jian was wondering how much [he] had suffered, and the leader was wondering how to make [his children] suffer less.
Shen Jian wasn't sure whose cells were used in this body of his - maybe no one's, and everything was just a joke by the dead "Shen Jian", but as long as he denied it now, the current leader of the Wuyan Tower would have a reason not to kill him.
But Shen Jian didn't want to say it, nor did he want to lie to any of himself, even to the self who was marked as not himself.
Then the black-haired leader waited in silence for a long time and smiled slightly.
This was the first time he smiled in nearly ten years.
Very pale.
"Goodbye." The leader said, placing the sword on Shen Jian's fragile neck where faint handprints appeared.
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