Is there really a possibility that Jiang Shu could resurrect Aishania?
At that thought, a different kind of desire suddenly ignited deep within Tang’s heart. If he could resurrect Aishania...
Even as a Paperman would be fine.
He wanted to see her one more ti.
"You’ve already failed. There’s no need for you to keep pushing yourself," Jiang Shu said languidly.
"I know," Tang lowered his head. He didn’t say much, just responded with those words.
Ti flowed quietly between Jiang Shu and Tang, both tacitly allowing each other to space out and think.
"I say, if Liu Tingruo were faced with such a situation, what would you do?" Tang asked, turning the sheet of paper towards Jiang Shu.
Jiang Shu only thought for a mont before replying, "I don’t know. Maybe I wouldn’t do any better than you, or maybe I would beco even more terrifying."
"So, was I wrong?" Tang pressed on, his question quite childish.
Jiang Shu understood the reasoning behind it and shrugged as he answered, "There’s no right or wrong. For a ntally mature adult, the dilemmas about right and wrong are mostly just a matter of perspective."
"Indeed," Tang also chuckled, clearly understanding the aning in Jiang Shu’s words.
An adult naturally understands basic right and wrong, good and evil, but the confusion often arises from the perspective they hold.
"You’ve been a sheriff for so many years, solved so many cases, you should know that many cris make sense emotionally but are still illegal. The law does not allow for sentintal interference or disruption," Jiang Shu continued, sowhat puzzled as to the significance of Tang’s words.
It seed like nonsense but perhaps it wasn’t.
Was it rely the kind of reflection villains have when facing defeat?
However, Jiang Shu responded rather coldly, "If you just want to talk about these boring matters, then you can stop now. Such rhetoric won’t disrupt , nor will it make sympathize with your circumstances."
"I know. I can tell you how to open the new Black Wall, but you have to help resurrect Aishania," Tang suddenly looked up, staring intently at Jiang Shu, "I just want to see my Aishania again, I need to confirm... confirm my own heart."
"Okay," Jiang Shu nodded without hesitation.
If helping Tang resurrect soone would get him the thod to close the new Black Wall, that would be more than ideal.
As long as the new Black Wall was open, the Main Brain and the Three Major Groups would naturally deal with Tang’s Fake Body and his influence, and he could retire successfully.
"I need to see her now, even if she’s just a Paperman," Tang preemptively made his demand, "After eting her, I will give you the thod to close the new Black Wall."
"I hope you will keep your word," Jiang Shu responded with a smile.
It seed, after making so deductions based on the information he had, Tang had begun to believe him.
According to the normal plot developnt, next, by letting Tang et the woman who haunted his dreams, he would be able to smoothly obtain the thod to close the new Black Wall.
For the current Jiang Shu, once he obtained the thod to close the new Black Wall, things would beco much simpler since he possessed incredible techniques that easily allowed him to infiltrate the most secretive places to achieve the most incredible feats.
Tang didn’t speak again; he just stood there motionlessly, like a Paperman figurine.
And Jiang Shu, along with the Tablet Spirit, Xiaoyi, left the basent and moved to the adjacent room.
It seed...
Everything was going smoothly.
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"Clo lit a cigarette, Clo sang a song—" a young man hopped around in the hall, humming those bizarre accompanints with so strange lyrics.
Well, the lyrics weren’t entirely bizarre, at least they conveyed a ssage to the forty people in the hall.
The man who had kidnapped them was nad Clo.
Clo.
Clo?
Suddenly, murmurs of "hmm hmm hmm" sounded from everyone’s mouths, as so among them finally connected the all-too-familiar face of Clo with his na and his deeds.
Clo Ashbourne!
The man who had started the war in Thirteen District, the man who had made the Three Major Groups in the rumors retreat in defeat!
The man who was like a demon.
"Gentlen, welco the war."
These outrageously lawless words still echoed beside their ears.
But wasn’t Clo dead?
He died under the retro gallows specifically set up by the Three Major Groups...
Could it be that he didn’t die?
But why would the Three Major Groups tolerate such a terrorist staying in Lonely City?
Suddenly, the hostages who realized Clo’s true identity simultaneously felt a sense of despair. In the hands of such a person...
Could they really leave here alive?
Clo, however, appeared much more cheerful than the deadly silent hall, continuing to hum as he poured gasoline on a mop and dragged it back and forth across the smooth marble floor, spreading the pale yellow gasoline.
"Excuse , pardon , just passing through." When a hostage blocked his path of mopping, he even bent down slightly, politely addressing the hostage.
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