Chapter 12 (Minor Repair)
Shen Jian's mental preparation was instantly broken. He looked up at the one square meter space in confusion and blinked blankly.
Now, he was truly in close contact with the universe. Shen Jian's skin was pressed against the oxygen-free space. An inexplicable feeling of tightness and dryness pierced his skin, but was dissolved by some kind of cold liquid in the next second. Shen Jian subconsciously squinted his eyes.
Wait, what's this hot and cold liquid?
Shen Jian slowly opened his eye sockets, moving his eyeballs to move his sight to the tiny pinhole on his arm. After several hours of recovery, the pinhole had almost healed, but now it was happily dilating, like a diligent chloroplast providing its owner with a chance to survive, constantly swallowing and spitting out a thin stream of unknown water.
Shen Jian:? What have I changed?
Shen Jian's pupils trembled, but his active brain subconsciously analyzed it.
He even thought that his inference was wrong, and that he was pushed into the universe because his subordinates discovered his flaws and wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of him.
But... what is this? What is Shen An going to show him?
The Spark Plan, doesn’t it refer to the airship, but the potion that Chen Lanhe just injected him?
Isn't Wuyan Tower's experimental technology related to medical technology? No, Shen Jian frowned and suddenly thought of [Blue Scorpion].
Oh. Shen Lanhe is now the man behind Blue Scorpion, so it's okay.
After making sure that his body had adapted well, Shen Jian finally looked squarely at the starry sky that he had ignored for so long.
"..." In fact, after watching for a long time, you will get used to it. The feedback he got from books and virtual warehouses is not much different from the current entity. The upper class did not hide this from the common people.
Shen Jian raised the corners of his lips in a light mockery.
The transparent fluid floating out of his wrist had broken segments and dots of water droplets floating in the air due to the lack of gravity. Shen Jian forced himself to ignore them and continued to think about the industry context that was torn apart today.
He was indeed a little anxious now. Ever since the start of the Spire Meeting, almost all the trends had gone beyond his control, running wildly in directions he could not imagine.
Of course, if it were just these, he wouldn't be so anxious. Shen Jian's bad taste proved that he didn't seem to be unhappy to see the chaos.
But...he had to make one thing clear.
Were these things calculated by the original owner? Was he playing on someone else's chessboard?
Shen Jian turned his head expressionlessly and stared at the huge monster beside him that was parallel to him. He had just floated to the left side of the starship. Everyone was watching him nervously behind the glass. Shen Jian saw that Shen An's hand had been lingering on an instruction.
He had been watched by his subordinates from the beginning, so he maintained a cold expression. Even though his inner vigilance reached its highest level ever, he still kept a calm face.
That instruction should be to deal with his emergency. Shen Jian analyzed calmly.
Shen Jian thought so, but still decided to carry out his decision. He rubbed the needle hole lightly without knowing whether to live or die, blocking it intentionally or unintentionally, and concentrating on observing his own changes.
One second.
The flowing liquid that had been increasing in volume lost its source, and the floating growth rate slowed down visibly. The skin began to dry and crack, like the saline and alkaline land in the slums that could not be irrigated. The soft skin curled up into hexagonal pieces, and the pricking pain was dense and burning.
Two seconds.
The remaining energy was exhausted, and my breathing began to feel blocked. I felt an obvious pressure sinking down, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on my back, firmly pressing down on my back. A fishy-sweet liquid surged into my throat.
An unknown magnetic field enveloped the body, and a faint roar came from the depths of the universe, gently like a mother caressing her child's hand, and the next moment it fiercely strangled the fragile throat.
The subordinates behind the glass began to get anxious and pressed their fists hard against the observation screen, but they could only watch helplessly. Silent roars erupted behind the observation screen, but the leader floating in the interstellar seemed unaware and kept his head down.
Three seconds.
The vision melted, the sense of touch disappeared, and the pain reached its peak. Shen Jian didn't even know if he was still pressing the pinhole. The pain seemed to come from the universe, not from himself. He didn't know if he screamed out. He felt as if he opened his mouth, but the mother who didn't love her child very much cut off the scream.
The skin had shrunk into its original wrinkled shape, with muscles and blood vessels with a strange red color exposed to the air. A small amount of yellow fat that had not shrunk with the skin began to float and move like the water just now.
Four seconds.
The body's organs may begin to fail and mutate... The virus spreads, breaks through the cerebral cortex, slowly pushes aside layer after layer of obstacles, and launches an attack on the main branch.
He was forcibly pulled back to the starship by his out-of-control subordinates.
Regardless of the subordinates who surrounded him in an instant, Shen Jian was even able to calmly watch Shen Lanhe grab his wrist and turn on the treatment device and a bunch of equipment in an instant.
He was still immersed in a trance that was connected to the sea of stars. It seemed that in that instant he had really returned to his small and simple law firm, next to which was the largest slum in the lower class.
In the distance, he could hear the sound of large medical equipment being pushed, and it seemed as if someone's angry and panicked voice was stinging from deep inside his scalp.
Shen Jian felt that he should have opened his mouth and said, "Don't panic, I'm not dead yet."
But he fainted the next second.
.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the blindingly white ceiling.
The atmosphere in the room was uncomfortably empty.
"Boss!" Shen Lanhe said in a slightly painful voice without any pause. Almost the next second after Shen Jian woke up, he thought of it, "You......"
Shen Jian closed his eyes tiredly and raised his hand to stop him.
All the subordinates sitting around the ward were silent in an instant, Shen Lanhe gritted his teeth and his throat moved, he took a deep breath and sat down slowly, staring at Shen Jian closely.
They are almost blaming themselves to death.
But Shen Jian calmed down through an activity that could be called self-torture.
Being exposed to such a huge amount of information in a short period of time, and extracting materials from this information while maintaining the original owner's identity, Shen Jian almost never slept for more than two hours every day.
Even though he told himself rationally that it was not his limit, the change in environment instantly destroyed the barrier built by Shen Jian, releasing the accumulated pressure in an instant.
——When Shen Jian closed his eyes one night, he had an illusion. It seemed that these subordinates were truly loyal to him, not the original owner.
At that moment, Shen Jian truly felt terrified by this immersion.
Shen Jian is a lawyer.
But ever since he became the leader of the Wuyan Tower, he was too familiar with doing certain things that were only done by superiors. So familiar that it made Chen Jian shudder.
His control over the situation, his subordinates' familiarity and adaptation to his little movements, his ease with changing identities in an instant, his anticipation of the separatism between the upper and lower levels...it seemed as if he was born for this position.
He stared expressionlessly at the glaring ceiling that challenged his fragile nerves that had just recovered. He could even shift his gaze to the even more glaring white lamps to dispel this horrifying illusion.
He was about to lose his patience, and Shen Jian could feel it.
Shen Jian needed to make sure as soon as possible that the initiative of this game was in his hands, and he could no longer use gentle means. The chess game left by the original owner was wearing out Shen Jian's patience step by step. Even if he knew that forcing Shen Jian to be radical might also be a chess game, Shen Jian would jump.
Shen Jian pursed his lips lightly and closed his eyes to block out his instantly cold and mocking gaze.
He was good at blocking all the enemy's escape routes step by step, forcing him to choose his own path as the enemy. The original owner must have been good at this as well.
However, he was also very good at carving out another path from the living, but I don't know if the original owner was also good at it.
The leader made up his mind and slowly turned his head, "Shen Lanhe."
"Boss." Chen Lanhe lowered his head and responded softly, silent and respectful.
"It's none of your business."
"..." Chen Lanhe moved his arms, which were obviously stiff, and subconsciously hid them backwards.
Shen Jian laughed softly, "Don't hide it. You have to apologize for giving me an injection. You can let go of this situation. It's really a ghost."
He made a small joke, but unfortunately none of the subordinates present laughed. A dead silence spread across the subordinates' faces, and they all looked at Shen Jian with disapproval.
really.
Shen Jian looked at the dead silence, but he thought calmly in his heart that the fire was indeed that potion.
The so-called injection every time you enter the Fire Laboratory may be a series of potions that can be effective.
Even if the final experimental results were perfect, it was safe to hand it over to the leader for inspection, but who could have thought that the leader would suddenly press the pinhole?
Even though it was an emergency, Shen Lanhe, who had injected the drug, would still take the responsibility on himself. And other subordinates would also vent their anger on him - even though they knew it was useless.
“That’s what I want to say,” Shen Jian’s voice was very soft. He raised his hand and patted Shen Lanhe’s intact right arm soothingly, “Don’t blame yourself too much.”
"I can't remember how I handled this kind of thing before. It seems like it happened a long time ago." Shen Jian defined the previous owner, and then lightly transferred it to his current self, "But I corrected a mistake..."
Shen Jian glanced sideways at the direct descendants that filled the ward.
Shen Xiuzhu silently huddled on the sofa in the corner, holding an unlit cigarette. Xu Yinmo leaned against the door, not coming in, his purple hair wrapped around half of his body, his head tilted, not knowing what he was thinking. Shen An knelt on the other side of his bed, with his head down, also avoiding his sight.
Shen Jian scanned the faces of his subordinates one by one, and indeed could not find a single person who raised his head.
He slowly, slowly allowed himself to reveal a tiny smile that belonged to Shen Jian himself.
His guess was correct.
There was also a gap between the original owner and his subordinates.
He followed his own thoughts and spoke gently, "We are family."
He glanced at Shen An, who was wide-eyed and grabbing his hand uncontrollably, and his voice became gentler, "That's what I think. I really think so."
He calmly pointed out, "I am willing to give for you because I know you have given more for me."
“So, don’t be too hard on yourself.”
"It's not you who are wrong, but my past self."
Shen Jian really thought so.
Even if he is the lord, he will only be a lord who is extremely protective of his own people.
This was the biggest reason why he was certain that he was not the original owner—the original owner seemed to treat them as subordinates borrowed from another organization.
It's amazing. Shen Jian felt inexplicably angry at the original owner's behavior.
The atmosphere in the ward became strange.
"Sir..." Shen Lanhe murmured softly, moved his lips twice, and then took two breaths, letting himself feel overwhelmed, "Sir..."
Then they all stopped talking, but raised their heads and looked at Shen Jian with what Shen Jian described as wet eyes.
The boss on the bed clearly wanted to laugh, but finally restrained all his expressions, "Just this once. You should know my bottom line."
It's just that you can't betray.
Shen Jian said lazily, “Xu Yinmo, you count too.”
Xu Yinmo raised his eyebrows, "Do you need me to kneel down now?"
"Don't even think about it. Someone come and hold him back! You haven't even submitted your letter of allegiance yet, so don't even think about squeezing in now." Shen An gritted his teeth.
Then bursts of low laughter were heard in the ward, dispelling the warmth that made the monster feel helpless.
Shen Jian also smiled.
Separate, that's it. Good.
The atmosphere is good, as is the attitude towards the leader.
Separate the original leader from yourself. Separate the "leader" and the "original leader" into two people.
Make subordinates...no longer willing to accept "the original leader" back.
Shen Jian thought calmly and cruelly.
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