born criminal

Chen Jian cooked a steaming bowl of noodles, put them in an insulated lunch box, and took it into the hidden door behind the closet.The secret passage leading from the study to the laboratory was built the longest, and the route is the most tortuous. It has not been used for a long time. Chen Jian did not expect Yangzhou to find out.In fact, walking from his bedroom, you can reach the complex underground labyrinth in five or six minutes.

He turned a few corners familiarly, and when he passed the laboratory hall, he saw Dr. Simon, who was wearing a sterile suit, coming out of Room 3.He stopped to say hello, "Are you doing your hopeless experiment again?"

After Dr. Simon heard the news that Base No. [-] had failed to become independent, he was not very disappointed—because almost all of his life was written by disappointments. He was only worried about Chen Jian. Seeing that he was still in the mood to tease himself, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at himself, "Yeah, I think I'm about to succeed."

"That's what you said ten years ago." Chen Jian made up a knife with a wry smile, made a gesture and walked to Room 79 where Yangzhou was detained.

Dr. Simon asked him what he was holding, and he said it was dinner, and said in a hoarse voice that he had delivered it.

"Really, thank you." Chen Jian twitched the corner of his mouth, "I thought he didn't eat Zhou Su."

At the door of Room 79, Chen Jian didn't rush in, and took a look through the glass window.Yang Zhou was sitting on the bed in a daze, with his head hanging slightly, his hands hugging his knees, as if he refused to communicate with others.The silver shackles slid down and got stuck between his forearms. The cold metallic luster against the ivory white skin was like a delicate and beautiful decoration.However, the reddish-brown chains connecting the shackles are hideous and ugly, symbolizing blood and violence, imprisoning the frosty and crystal-clear beauty in this dark and dusty corner.

Chen Jian felt the long-lost and shameful impulse surging in his body and mind.He coughed, as if suppressing those desires, and reached out to push the door open.

Yang Zhou raised his head and looked at him warily.Chen Jian saw the bento on the ground covered in dust, and smiled and muttered: "It's really not Zhou Su."

He took out a new foldable small table from the large wooden cabinet against the wall, unpacked it, stretched it out and placed it in front of Yang Zhou, then put the insulated lunch box on it, and said, "I cooked noodles, let's eat."

From the moment he appeared, Yangzhou kept a cold face, his gaze fixed on him, stretching and shortening with his movements like a kite string.

"Hurry up, it won't taste good later." Chen Jian sat down next to the bed, still with the usual tone.

"Chen Jian, what do you mean?" Yang Zhou glanced at the hot noodles, and a few wisps of white steam took the opportunity to get into his eyes, making them hot and humid.

"I invite you to eat."

"I'm asking you what you mean by that!" Yang Zhou waved his right hand, and with the muffled tinkling of bells, the shackles almost poked Chen Jian's nose.

"This one." Chen Jian pinched the silver handcuffs and stroked them gently, his rough fingertips brushed against the reddish skin at Yangzhou's wrists from time to time.Yangzhou suddenly got goosebumps all over his body, and he withdrew his hand angrily.

"It's impossible for you to use me as a hostage. UNPO won't care about my life or death." Yangzhou smelled the fragrance of mint, and couldn't help but glance at the insulated lunch box.

"I didn't want to use you as a hostage." Chen Jian shoved the chopsticks into his hands, "Who wants you to be so smart and find B75. I can't help it. I can't let you ruin the plan."

"You still want to be independent? Didn't you see what happened to Bernard?" Unknown anger rushed out from every pore, and Yangzhou threw the chopsticks on the table, "You are really stubborn."

"Maybe." Chen Jian shrugged nonchalantly.

He knew he was lying.He had already thought of quitting, although this idea was severely suppressed, hiding in his mind like a mouse, but it really existed.

But he can't.He is stuck on a tiger and has no right to quit the game.The shadow of life and death in childhood, and the obsession of deceiving others for many years, have built an insurmountable heart.What's more, Bernard is now under the control of UNPO, and Base No. [-] wants to be alone, which is almost a dream.

"Why don't you eat it?" Chen Jian stirred the softened noodles, glanced at the iron chain that locked Yang Zhou, and said jokingly, "You still can't lift your hands? Do you want me to feed you?"

"Untie it for me!" Yang Zhou was poked at the sore spot, and grabbed Chen Jian's collar, "You have no right to do this!"

"This is my territory, I can do whatever I want." Chen Jian confronted him calmly, the air around him seemed to be stagnant, and the thunder was overwhelming.

Yangzhou suddenly remembered a terrible thing, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased, "No, B75 is not in the incubator, where did you put it?"

Chen Jian frowned slightly, his eyebrows were like two long swords thrusting obliquely, making him look more handsome and evil.

"Have you used it?" His silence seemed to confirm the most terrible guess.Yang Zhou's face was pale, the trembling spread from his fingertips to his shoulders, and the hand that was holding Chen Jian's collar dropped suddenly.

His mind was muddled, and he only repeated one sentence, which turned out to be true, B75 has already been launched!

God, what has he done?

It's all his fault. When he sympathized with the born criminals, he forgot that many people in the world who supported the "Segregation Act" were just out of prejudice.It's all his fault that he didn't report the truth of the genetic experiment to UNPO in time for personal reasons. He will bear a heavy sin and become a sinner in history!

"Why!" Yangzhou's lost strength seemed to be filled with anger, he threw himself at Chen Jian, and punched him in the face, "Can't you fight in a legal way?"

The small table supported by the bed was overturned, and the lunch box was knocked upside down on the bed, and the sticky soup and limp noodles were soaked in a large area.Chen Jian was caught off guard, and got angry, and punched back subconsciously.Within a few seconds, the two of them fought each other desperately in the chaos.

This time it was not a joke, and no one gave in.The corner of Yangzhou's mouth was cracked, and a thin stream of blood flowed down his chin.He was chained and couldn't move, but with a surge of anger that blew away his reason, he insisted on making Chen Jian suffer, regardless of how much he was injured.

"What qualifications do you have to say about me?" Chen Jian's eyes were blackened, and he pinched Yang Zhou's neck with one hand and growled, "Aren't you the same?"

"What are you doing!" After 5 minutes, Dr. Simon heard the noise and rushed over, and it took a lot of effort to separate them.The two were panting heavily, their clothes were disheveled, their eyes were red, and they were always ready to pounce on them and continue desperately.

"You go out first!" Dr. Simon pushed Chen Jian's chest, Chen Jian didn't move, he was rarely angry, "Are you trying to drive me to death so that I can sue you in front of your father!"

When Chen Jian heard Dr. Simon mention his father, he blinked slowly, as if he had suddenly transformed from a beast into a human form, and most of his anger had dissipated.

Dr. Simon pushed him into another room, and told him angrily, "You should stay here and reflect."

Chen Jian pressed his tongue against his left cheek, Simon thought he was not convinced, and was about to reprimand him as an elder, when Chen Jian spat out a bloody tooth.

Simon didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted his shoulder on tiptoe, "It's been a long time since I saw someone who can make you so embarrassed."

After Chen Jian settled down, Dr. Simon hurried back to Room 79.Yang Zhou had already calmed down, and nodded when he saw him coming in.The capillary in his left eye was broken, a pool of small blood clots coagulated in the white of the eye, and small blood beads continuously ooze from the wound at the corner of his mouth.

Simon wanted to give him the medicine box, but Yangzhou said no, and instead asked him how high the mortality rate was during B75 infection.His voice was weak, which made the wound on his face even more shocking.Simon tore off the dirty and sticky sheets and quilt, and sat on the hard bed with Yang Zhou.

"Does it hurt?" He couldn't help being concerned.

As if waking up from a dream, Yang Zhou touched the corner of his mouth with his hand and said, "It's okay. You haven't answered my question yet."

"I don't know exactly how high the mortality rate after B75 infection is." Simon said, "We haven't done experiments on people, so we don't know."

"But you will know soon. Revenge is always happy, isn't it? The more ordinary people die, the happier you are." Yangzhou sneered, "But you are too naive, really think that scientists all over the world Can’t you restrain a B75? In less than a year, you will still lose completely.”

Simon's eyebrows were raised high in an instant, and then fell down like a free fall, with displeasure in doubt, "What are you talking about? Chen Jian hid B75, and I don't know where it is. Besides, he never We never thought about using this thing, we just use it to deter the United Nations and fight for the interests of the base, just like the nuclear bombs made by various countries in the past. You...you really don't know him at all!"

The more Simon spoke, the angrier he got, he stood up angrily, as if sitting on the same bed as Yang Zhou couldn't stand it.

Yang Zhou was stunned for a while, then raised his head stiffly, he looked at Simon, as if a spark burst out from the embers, and his eyes flickered uncomfortably.

"Mr. Yang, you—"

"Bang bang", the door of Room 79 was knocked, interrupting Simon's words, and Chen Jian with panda eyes appeared in the glass box.

Dr. Simon was still sulking, unable to lower his tone, turned his head and said impatiently: "What are you doing here, isn't it for you to reflect?"

"The reflection is over." Chen Jian walked in calmly, glanced at Yang Zhou, and said calmly, "I want to talk to him."

Simon looked him up and down for a long time, and Chen Jian stood upright, with a proud and stubborn expression.Simon finally compromised. He dragged out the folding chair and placed it five meters away from Yangzhou. He patted the back of the chair and sighed, "Just sit here and say, you are not allowed to get closer."

Chen Jian thanked him and asked him to find another set of bedding.

After he left, the room became silent.Chen Jian and Yang Zhou faced each other not far away, the silence was like a piece of yellowed flimsy paper, no one wanted to be the first to tear it apart.

In the end, it was Yang Zhou who spoke first. He stopped talking a few times, and instead of mentioning B75, he asked, "You said earlier that I am the same. What do you mean?"

His slightly bloodshot eyes were as red as rabbits, and he looked a little pitiful.Chen Jian's wound hurt, his heart itched, he smiled viciously, "You know it yourself."

Yangzhou looked confused, he thought that Chen Jian was naively flirting with him again and didn't take it seriously.At this moment, Chen Jian said, "Let me ask you, why are you afraid of intimate contact?"

"I..." Yang Zhou instinctively wanted to deny it, but he swallowed the word "no" again when he met Chen Jian's playful gaze, which seemed to see through everything.

"Do you think I don't know if you don't tell me?" Chen Jian leaned lazily on the back of the chair, playing with his mobile phone, "Don't forget that there is Eric, a world-class hacker, in Base One."

Yang Zhou began to regret the casual question just now, he became anxious, his heartbeat fluctuated quickly and slowly, pretending not to be interested, "What does it have to do with me, please go out, I want to be alone."

Chen Jian felt a gloomy pleasure. "What's the rush?" He stared at his prisoner and said unhurriedly, "Eric told me some interesting facts. When you graduated from the police academy, your first ambition was the New York Police Department. Those who served in UNPO In the past few years, you have applied three times to assist the New York Police Department in handling cases, and your former friend named Lu, he is also in the New York Police Department, right? I don’t see any qualities in him that would make you a little autistic people who offered to befriend—except for the fact that he worked for the NYPD."

This room was too simple, without any barriers, Yang Zhou sat stiffly, unable to find any place to hide.His clenched fists and panic expression must have all fallen into Chen Jian's eyes.

"Later, I asked Eric to check some shady old files of the New York Police Department, and found out that 20 years ago, there was a child rape and murder case similar to serial killer K, but there were not many children who died at that time. It's been so long that almost no one remembers it."

"The best part is that they also caught the wrong criminal." Chen Jian clicked on the screen of his mobile phone, and a projection of a photo suddenly appeared in the air. It was a boy in his early 20s, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a bright smile.He took the time to observe Yang Zhou's reaction, "This man, Daniel Button, is your cousin."

Yang Zhou let out a muffled scream as if he had been scalded by a flame. He gasped for breath, pressed his forehead against the pale wall beside him, and tried his best to maintain his composure: "What do you want?"

Chen Jian stared at him, as if staring at a dying swan.He turned off the photo, his voice was cruel and gentle, "I want to hear from you."

There is nothing to say... Yangzhou suddenly felt extremely cold. Daniel seemed to have stepped out of the photo, and grabbed his neck with a cold bone-like hand. He coughed dryly twice, and squeezed out a few words, "I want a drink of water."

"Daniel is the son of your distant aunt, who is 15 years older than you." Chen Jian paused, then hummed weakly, "You have admired him since you were a child, right?"