Chapter 166
Zhang Xun stared at him stubbornly and remained silent.
"What? I'm so happy that I can't speak?" Miller snorted, turned around and said, "Of course, only the two of us know about our conversation today, and Adam doesn't need to know about our little transaction. "
"I refuse." Zhang Xun said coldly.
Miller paused, frowned and turned his head, "What?"
"I said, I refuse." Zhang Xun said with a pale face, but he was extremely firm, "You can take whatever you want, I will not continue to make mistakes."
Miller narrowed his eyes slightly, with a gloomy look overflowing. But immediately, he snorted and said indifferently, "Alright, then I don't have to be polite to you anymore."
When the iron gate closed again, Zhang Xun made up his mind.
If no one is going to stop Adam, he can only make this last move, whether it is still useful or not.
He had to destroy Adam completely.
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Chapter 74 New God (3)
There are no sharp and fragile objects in Zhang Xun's room. The only thing he has are his own teeth.
He sat on the floor in the bathroom, looking dejectedly at the traces of water stains on the floor tiles. He doesn't have much time, he must start now.
He recalled all those good times, recalled Adam holding his hand and struggling to practice walking, recalled Adam's enjoyment expression when he ate omelet rice for the first time, recalled Adam curiously asking him how long he hadn't had a love life, recalled Watching Adam come to him with the alloy in his arms, sitting quietly beside him, watching him work...
He was going to kill Adam, his first and only love. And he himself might die as well.
Should I write a suicide note?
He frowned and considered for a while, but decided not to leave anything that might be caught. He didn't want others to take advantage of the problem and implicate his father and James.
He took a deep breath, exhaled tremblingly, then raised his right hand, brought his forearm to his mouth, and bit down hard.
The pain made him tremble all over, tears flowed out uncontrollably, and a suppressed whine came out of his nose. But he didn't let go, and continued to bite down, tearing the skin and flesh. Blood gushed out and filled his mouth. Then he continued to dig into the wound with his fingers, turning over the flesh of the wound, and the blood flowed all over the place. He bit his lip tightly to keep himself from screaming.
In order not to let anyone know where the last controller that burned Adam's brain was, he buried it very deep. Originally, he had special equipment to use a probe to penetrate into the arm to touch the signal transmitter that was only the size of a mung bean, but now, it is obviously impossible to have such a thing. He can only take it out in the most primitive way.
On the other hand, he even hopes so. This is the punishment he deserves. He's not strong enough, not smart enough, to bring the whole of Paradise Lost and even all of humanity to the brink of a dangerous future from which there is no return.
When he finally found the small hard object, the pain was almost numb. He looked up at it with weary eyes, bitterness rising in his throat.
The excessive blood loss made his whole body extremely cold, and his strength was also rapidly draining. He looked at the bloodstains all over his body and the deserted ground, and suddenly began to hope that people really have a soul and an afterlife. He hoped that Adam could also have a soul and an afterlife. He wished they could meet on the other side, in another capacity.
With force, he crushed the small device, and then lost consciousness.
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Zhang Xun woke up from the smell of disinfectant, his mind was dizzy, and he couldn't concentrate for a long time. The ward was quiet, only the monotonous beeping of the heart rate monitor. He seemed to fall asleep a few times in a trance, and heard someone talking near him.
Sporadic words jumped into his ears, but they didn't form a coherent meaning. Serious injury, brain, danger, judgment... He couldn't tell who was speaking, and he didn't have the strength to tell.
Finally, when he finally settled into a relatively awake state, it was midnight. He moved his paralyzed legs, but heard the sound of metal rubbing against each other.
Both his hands and feet were fixed on the sick bed, and it was impossible to even turn over.
The heartbeat suddenly started to speed up, and then calmed down a little bit.
he is still alive...
What about Adam?
A faint fear quietly wandered from the depths of his mind, but Zhang Xun couldn't tell what he was afraid of. Is he afraid that Adam is dead, or is he afraid that he is not dead?
In the unresolved panic, he could only wait, watching the dark sky outside the window light up little by little, and listening to the noise gradually sounding in the silent corridor outside the door.
A nurse found him awake and called the doctor immediately. The doctor treated him indifferently and didn't say a word to him the whole time. Zhang Xun asked him how long he had been in a coma, but the other party didn't answer, and left after the examination.
The nurse's attitude towards Zhang Xun was also vaguely disgusted. When Zhang Xun asked to untie him and let him use the bathroom, he only replied coldly, "hold on".