The fake daughter-in-law holds the script of Long Aotian

What is Shen Mian's mental state now?

Thank you. Since I got mentally ill, my mental state has been getting better day by day.

The lower level of the starship has become a hell on earth, but the upper level is still terrifyingly quiet.

Shen Mian knew that the first-class cabin was the one the Star Thieves were preparing to deal with in the end, and the notary was probably the Star Thief's ultimate target.

Shen Mian and the two men probably took advantage of the notary.

Although I don’t really want it.

This is the calm before the storm, and Shen Mian should feel uneasy.

Because what she is about to face is not a soft-footed shrimp like Lan Yan, but a well-trained criminal gang.

In her previous life, Shen Mian was considered a social beast who was approaching thirty. He had always scorned the idea of ​​a thieves who specialized in fighting bad guys.

This kind of existence that only exists in novels is nothing more than the obscenity of some people. Even if it really existed, it would not be the fault of this woman, Shen Mian.

The weak will not be pitied, but will be oppressed even more excessively until the last drop of blood is squeezed out.

Just lie to the sisters, don’t lie to yourself.

……

Back to the topic.

At this moment, Shen Mian felt calmer than ever before.

Everything has settled. Now looking back on the entire incident, Shen Mian finally understood the intentions of the person behind the scenes.

The person behind the scenes may be Yun Su, or Valan's so-called boss, or they may be the same person.

Her purpose was not to kill Shen Mian.

There is no need to go to such trouble to save Shen Mian's life.

She kept throwing bait to Shen Mian and creating difficulties. What she wanted Shen Mian to do was——

select.

……

The people behind the scenes are constantly forcing Shen Mian to make choices and make the right choices.

It seems that the degree of freedom is very high, and Shen Mian can choose at will. However, there are only two endings.

Or, take the path chosen for her by those behind the scenes;

Or, die.

Think about it, as long as Shen Mian's behavior in the past two days shows a slight hint of weakness and retreat, he can have the BE ending of several text adventure games.

If you are intimidated by the Lan family's offensive, you will break off the engagement;

If you do what you're told and do nothing, you don't show your potential;

If you really believe Lan Yan’s lies and return to Lan’s house together;

If she hadn't drawn her sword that rainy night;

If you don't seize today's opportunity, run away through Star Boat.

——What will be her ending?

Sold at a discount by Shen Li and his son?

Being locked up in a farm monastery for the rest of your life?

Being locked in an iron cage and having your bones broken and your marrow sucked out?

Or will he be punished on the spot as a murderer?

This is simply like a high-level test of whether Shen Mian can pass the test of the people behind the scenes.

If you pass the test, you may get some reward.

If you fail the test, you deserve to die.

She should feel lucky that without realizing it, she had avoided so many BE options.

But Shen Mian didn't, she felt sick.

The question she had asked Lan Yan on the night of blood and rain, when she drew the sword, but had not received an answer, appeared in her mind again.

"Is manipulating other people's lives that fun?"

Obviously, she is not yet qualified to say this in front of the people behind the scenes.

Even in the current predicament, she can only be like a game character without independent consciousness, forced to choose the "standard option" that leads to the HE ending.

But...sooner or later...there will always be a chance.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of slamming the door with extreme impatience echoed in the empty corridor.

The black-haired girl stared at the door motionless.

Just like that night when the blood rain fell, man-eating beasts with ulterior motives were waiting for an opportunity to ambush outside the door.

It seemed as if a voice was saying to Shen Mian:

Come on, the time of choice has come.

……

Shen Ying stood up, not hiding behind Shen Mian, but standing in front of her.

Shen Ying didn't say anything provocative to express her loyalty. Shen Mian could even hear her teeth chattering slightly.

Shen Mian's tone was very calm: "Back off."

Shen Ying was not the kind of idiot who would die if I didn't leave. She took two steps back and asked aloud:

"what should I do."

The black-haired girl picked up a silver table knife on the dining table, not knowing which dish it was used for, and started playing with it carelessly.

She did not hold Shen Ying's hand, but the familiar feeling of his changed face appeared on Shen Ying's face.

Shen Mian's voice seamlessly transformed into Lan Yan's coy and arrogant teenage voice.

"Be silent and do nothing."

When the criminal gang finally ran out of patience and violently broke open the door, this was what appeared in front of them——

No one screamed in panic, and no one knelt down to beg for mercy, as if the violent deterrence they were proud of was not worth mentioning in front of these two people.

The young man sitting on the velvet armchair lowered his head and played with the silver-white table knife attentively. His face was handsome and pale, and the silver-white light flowed between the young man's fingers.

The girl, as delicate as a doll, stood behind the boy, looking at him intently, as if waiting or guarding.

The two of them were so calm that even this group of uninvited guests who were ready to kill and silence them were shocked for a moment and began to wonder if they had been slighted.

The boy who was obviously the master of the two confirmed their suspicions.

The young man sneered softly, finally looking away from the mediocre table knife, and looked up at the group of people at the door, with contempt and ridicule in his eyes that even a fool could recognize.

It seemed like the other person was just a clown he paid to make fun of.

The thin monkey who rushed at the front murmured what the Star Thieves were thinking: "Damn, this guy is so charming."

……

As the organizer and ringleader of the criminal gang Sihaixing Pirates, Li Dazhuang has a relatively peaceful mind.

He had already read the passenger's information, but he was a wealthy businessman who made his fortune as a son-in-law. He became a high-potential superpower and regarded himself as a person.

It's a pity. Normally, you can make a lot of money by selling this kind of goods to laboratories that are short of materials, or to idiots who are superstitious about what they eat to make up for it.

But compared with things like mine cores, everything is so worthless.

In order to prevent variables, he will not leave any living creatures on this starship.

Just blame your own luck.

Of course, after all, he is a high-potential superpower, and his attitude is a bit wrong...

Maybe there was something sinister, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to do it himself.

Li Dazhuang made a gesture to the thin monkey. The meaning of the gesture was quite concise, and he sent the person to see the God of Light without any alarm.

Shouhou thought that the boss appointed him specifically, and without any sense of cannon fodder, he walked towards Shen Mian and the others with bared teeth and claws.

He has long been unhappy with this pretentious pretty boy, especially when this pretty boy is accompanied by a woman who looks very expensive at first sight, which is even more of a minefield for him.

With the mentality of boys hate boys, he stretched out his hand to pretend to push, while the palm behind his back glowed with an earthy yellow light, preparing to take a picture of the boy's handsome face.

Blood splattered everywhere and women screamed. He couldn't help but shudder when he imagined this scene.

He felt infinitely powerful.

He believed in the power brought by his supernatural powers, just as he believed in his absolute violence against the weak.

The moment the palm fell——

His powers disappeared instantly, as if they had never existed.

The proud smile was fixed on his face before he could change it.

A line of blood shot out from his artery.

The knife was too light and too fast, and the identities of the murderer and the victim were instantly reversed. Even the habitual murderers present could not help but feel confused and hesitant about this casual and decisive knife.

The young man's movements were not large, so he seemed a bit understated. He glanced at the blood-stained table knife with slight disgust and threw it into the white porcelain plate. A drop of dirty red blood flowed down the blade.

The boy's expression did not change at all, and he spoke coldly and contemptuously to break the silence.

"Who allowed you to look directly at me, bastard?"