Judgment

"coward?"

After a while, Jean realized who Wang Chen was referring to.

The candidate who is often a guest at his place and stays half the night.He is also the younger brother of the leader of his family, Berman who once met Wang Chen in the previous hunting.

"Why do you call him that?"

Jean asked, without denying the connection between that person and himself.

Wang Chen glanced back.

"I had suspected that he was the candidate who challenged me the other day, but William said he wasn't because he didn't have that kind of guts."

Jean looked at William inexplicably.

The monster steward who had been silent all this time finally spoke.

"Although it's not exactly what His Highness said, the meaning is the same."

Jean opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, because he found that what the master and servant demons were telling was indeed the truth.After knowing that William is the backer, there are not many monsters who have the guts to provoke Wang Chen, except for a few lunatics.

"Then I want to ask, why did you look for him, Your Highness?" Jean said, looking at a certain demon behind Wang Chen.

"Anyway, I'm not looking for him to settle an old score, and I won't turn against him for the time being." Wang Chen thought for a while, and felt that the word against him was not appropriate to use between him and Berman, because the two demons were originally competitors.

In the end, he simply said bluntly: "Because I have a demon that I want to deal with, so I came to ask him to cooperate."

"Joining hands?" Jean raised his eyebrows.

Wang Chen nodded. "Yes, but it won't be long. He and I will still compete for the throne after all."

"Aiming for the throne, who would have thought that a young monster like you would take part in the competition so seriously?"

Wang Chen looked serious.

"he."

Pointing to William, he said, "Not only do you think I'm capable of competing, but you also think that I'm likely to scoop up the throne before you come to me. Is that right? William."

The monster steward did not answer directly, "Your Highness, although it is true as you said, your current strength is really not convincing."

"Confidence is a good thing. You said this yourself, William." Wang Chen didn't care about his slight mocking tone, but looked at Jean and said, "Now you know that we are not here to trouble him, and we can let him Have you met us?"

Jean smiled, "I really want to. But unfortunately, he is really not here with me."

Wang Chen frowned, obviously William's information has been investigated very clearly, and Jean still wants to deny it?

"I mean he's not here now, he happened to be on duty last night."

"On duty?" Wang Chen wondered if he heard it wrong, and widened his eyes.

Jean looked at his funny look, nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, on duty, on night shift, the doctor has a few days every month."

"...Is he really a doctor?"

"What about you, are you really an intern at a psychological clinic?"

Monsters walking among humans always need some decent identities, and the candidates are no exception.

"Which hospital?"

"The First Hospital of the City."

When Wang Chen stood at the gate of the first courtyard, he couldn't help feeling his fate with it.It seems that he will come to this hospital for every incident related to monsters.Could it be that this hospital was opened by a monster?

Wang Chen asked the nurses at the hospital about Berman, and the nurses quickly pointed him to the office of the only foreign doctor.

Walking to the door of the office, he looked at the monster inside through the glass window on the door.

It is different from the appearance of the middle-aged man who was disguised when they first met, and it is not completely similar to the appearance when the appearance of the monster was revealed.Berman, who is sitting inside now, looks like a true European, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a handsome appearance.

At this time, he has a serious temperament.However, when Wang Chen pushed the door open and saw clearly what he was doing, he immediately denied his previous thoughts.

Sure enough, monsters are monsters, and it is impossible to be as ordinary as humans.

Berman was hugging a skeleton, smiling wistfully.

He raised his head when he heard footsteps, and was taken aback when he saw Wang Chen and William entering the room.

"you……"

Before he could speak, Wang Chen looked at the skull in his hand.

"Really?" He took a closer look just now, and found that the skeleton was not made of ordinary plaster, but looked like the real thing.

"real."

Wang Chen raised his head and looked at him seriously.

"You eat the rest?"

Berman: "...I don't eat human flesh, this skeleton is a collection."

Who else but monsters can smile with a real skull in the daytime?Wang Chen once again lamented the strong psychology and special hobbies of his own race.

Seeing them coming in for a long time, Boer showed no signs of violence, and his heart sank slightly.

"You came to see me, what's the matter?"

"Alliance!" Wang Chen suddenly remembered the business, and looked at him with burning eyes.

"alliance?"

"Alliance." The young candidate nodded again.

"What alliance?"

"I'm in an alliance with you."

"Why should I form an alliance with you?"

As if he could no longer watch the idiot-like conversation between the two candidates, William interjected, "Your Highness wants to unite with you to get rid of Ji Xuan together."

Berman was surprised, "That lunatic?"

Then he looked at Wang Chen abruptly. "Where did he provoke you? No, where did you provoke him and let him provoke you?"

From this sentence alone, it can be seen that Berman is very familiar with the temperament of the two demons, Wang Chen and Ji Xuan.

If Wang Chen didn't provoke Ji Xuan, why would Ji Xuan provoke Wang Chen?Then Wang Chen continued to take revenge, and the revenge came and went endlessly.

"In short, he and I have become enemies." Wang Chen said in a flat tone: "I really want to beat him up, but I can't beat him alone, so I come to ask you to beat him together. Are you coming?"

Berman couldn't get used to this kind of tone that seemed to be asking street gangsters to fight with him for a long time.

Wang Chen continued to make persistent efforts, "You and I form an alliance, and we can eliminate a competitor."

"If you didn't join me, I would lose one opponent today, but it's not Ji Xuan."

The implication in these words can't be understood any more.

Berman looked at Wang Chen, who was pretending to be a tiger because of William, and was at a loss, helpless, and powerless.

"……it is good."

Wang Chen patted him on the shoulder, very satisfied with his cooperation.

"Happy cooperation." After thinking for a while, he lowered his voice again, and made a self-consciously sinister expression.

"Things about the alliance must be kept secret, otherwise..." With a knife across his neck, he sneered, "You understand."

"..."

Seeing his childish threats, Berman really wanted to laugh, but when he saw William, his smile turned into a wry smile.

Finally, Wang Chen left Dr. Berman's office with the butler contentedly.

Walking in the aisle, William asked softly, "Your Highness, who did you learn that last... from?"

"That's how it's done on TV."

"For Your Highness's sake, please stop looking at these idle things in the future."

"Why? Isn't that action just now very chic?"

William said disapprovingly, "It's as chic as a passer-by who was cannon foddered by the protagonist."

"...William, who did you learn these words from?"

"That pet you keep."

"You don't watch these anymore in the future."

The two demons, master and servant, stopped talking, but they both had one thing in mind.In the future, we must strictly regulate the reading range of Your Highness/William!

Walking to the entrance of the hospital, a car happened to stop.

Many people got off the car and were walking in this direction. It seemed that someone was blocking the road. The middle-aged man in front frowned slightly.

A group of mighty men behind the middle-aged man all looked at Wang Chen, as if they were forcing him to make way with their eyes.

However, Wang Chen walked straight through them as if he didn't see anything.

The frown of the middle-aged man and the dissatisfaction of the mighty men did not enter his eyes.He walked among them as casually as he passed a pile of weeds or a stream.

The bodyguards who were about to get angry didn't know why, but they couldn't make a sound.He could only watch this young man walk past them with such an extremely ignorant attitude.Like they're just roadside weeds, or cats and dogs.

Among the group of people, suddenly a young man burst out laughing.

Wang Chen looked back at the young man in the wheelchair, his eyes lit up, then he shook his head and left with a sigh.

The two of them walked further and further away, but Zhou Zimu kept looking at them.He only looked back when he saw these two people turning the corner and disappearing.

Looking at the middle-aged man with an uneasy expression in front of him, he smiled.

"What's the matter, father? Won't you go in?"

Li Huasheng nodded with a stern face, and led the group of people into the hospital.

Today, the biological father brought him to the hospital for treatment to see if his leg could be cured.That group of burly men were bodyguards and coolies at the same time.Zhou Zimu had difficulty moving, so they made his hands and feet for him.

In fact, after so many years, it's not that Zhou Zimu can't do many things that normal people can do, it's just that it's a little more difficult.

However, Li Huasheng hired so many "hands and feet" here on the grounds that he could not let him suffer.

As soon as they entered the hospital, all eyes were on them, on Zhou Zimu who was surrounded by a large group of bodyguards and took good care of them.In those eyes, there was surprise, curiosity, and regret.In the end, everything stayed on Zhou Zimu's deformed legs.

Although there was no movement on the face, the hand holding the wheelchair was so hard that it turned white.

Zhou Zimu looked at the back of his father walking in front, and sneered in his heart.

Why did you invite so many bodyguards to look after him?It still draws blood on his heart again and again, reminding him that he is just a disabled person with limited mobility!

Ordinary people would probably be moved by Li Huasheng's big move.Unfortunately, Zhou Zimu was not.

He knew that he was a little psychologically abnormal, and he accepted it calmly.

Li Huasheng turned his head and looked at his son, with a complicated light in his eyes. "Let them take you to a quieter place first, and I will have a talk with the dean."

Zhou Zimu smiled, "Okay, Father."

The bodyguards sent Zhou Zimu to a secluded lounge, and they all retreated outside to wait.

In the empty room, Zhou Zimu habitually began to recall today's events after he calmed down.The eyes of strangers sizing him up, the way the bodyguards moved his wheelchair, and...the eyes of the young man who happened to meet at the door.

No curiosity, no pity, but a hint of interest.

What made him so excited to see a paralyzed man?Zhou Zimu was thinking, but saw something reflecting light by the window.

He pushed the wheelchair over and picked it up with some difficulty.Found to be a plastic pistol which appeared to be of some age.

A small, old, toy pistol left by someone.

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His childhood toys were a pile of junk.Dad picked up some useless things from the junk and made things for him.

Those thick hands made his eyes stay on them all the time.

When you hand over the small objects that have been made to him, you can touch those big hands.

Rough, warm, he always remembered.

And the appearance of the black-faced man burying his head and earnestly making these gadgets will always be engraved in his memory.

He has had many toys since he was a child, and there is nothing he can't get.

As long as you say it, many people rush to send it up.However, when he really scooped up these things, he couldn't arouse his interest in playing.

Until one day, at the gate of the park, he saw a child of the same age bought a toy pistol.Not for myself, but for my brother.The two brothers, both smiling happily, walked away hand in hand.

That day, he also went to buy a plastic pistol, but later it was sealed in the box like other toys, without moving.

The others thought it was his capriciousness again, they just smiled dotingly and didn't care.

Only he knows.

This plastic pistol was not bought for myself.

He also has an older brother.

He also has a brother.

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A small toy pistol, after ten years in a trance, really came into the hands of its destined owner.

However, those who get it don't know it.

Whoever bought it would never know.

Time overlaps, when they were young.