Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【390 The Freedom He Wants】

"These are already classified information for our Jack, besides, it's a long story..." The masked Zhizhi was aroused, he laughed, and said in a low voice: "If you start asking questions now, are you proving that you have begun to believe What did I say?"

"It's up to me to judge whether it's true or false. I have no reason not to listen to the information sent to my door."

"Delivered to your door..." the mask tutted, "Is this mocking the cheapness of what I'm doing now?"

"This is what you said, and it has nothing to do with me." Zhizhi grinned, "But I finally discovered a bright spot in you, and you have self-knowledge."

The mask is silent.

I thought it was her nature to be silent, but it turned out that she was always vindictive and merciless when it came to words.

Ms. Song continued with a smile, "Do you know where the greatest joy of swearing is to look at the ignorant and confused face of the person being scolded, yes, it's what you are now, don't doubt it, no one is better than your current expression .”

The mask's face was red and white, and he was a bit poor at words. His eyes were dark and displeased, "You don't speak to Nangong Mo in such a tone."

"He's a favorite, you..." She clicked her tongue a few times, expressing his rank in her heart with her eyes.

This look can no longer be described with contempt, it is bottomless.

"Do you know why I have been able to follow the eccentric Diderot?" He was not angry, "Because I have a surprisingly good temper. I can answer your questions one by one, but only if you stop your sarcasm first .”

Zhizhi turned her head sideways, "The truth is not told."

He snorted, "I'm afraid I can't help but kill you for a while, Diderot really wants to see you."

The threatening voice was not forceful, but Zhizhi could clearly see the killing intent in his eyes.

Dangerous—the horror lies in the unexpected, and the extreme lies in the invisible.

Zhizhi thought, this man named Mask has done both.

She stopped talking and raised her eyes, "Since it's a long story, let me ask the question slowly and report your identity first."

"Since you are so stupid, you were attracted here by me, so you understand that I don't need to lie anymore. Let me say it again, I am Nangong Mo." He stood up and glanced at her left hand, "Also, hypnosis is very important to me. It takes a lot of energy, in order to prevent you from running away after asking, I will not use my eyes arbitrarily, little friend, you can stop pinching yourself and indulge in self-abuse."

Zhizhinu: "Drunk your sister's heart, I am not stupid at all, and the person I trust is not you!"

so lively.

The mask smiled, regretting, not understanding why I didn't take such an interesting girl back to the rose garden.

Maybe it was because the situation was too chaotic at that time, and he didn't like trouble very much.

"You can steal his name, but you are not the Nangong Mo I know." Zhizhi raised his eyes, "When two cadres in Nangong Island had an accident, two Nangong Mo appeared in different places for a few seconds. I always thought it was someone in disguise, but now it seems that that person must be you."

Leaning the mask against the wall, he looked up at the pale white light in his eyes, the smile disappeared from his lips, he pondered for a few seconds, and began to narrate in a low voice.

"You should know a lot about me.

I grew up in Nangong's parents. My mother was a woman kicked out of Beiming's family. She was treated unequally since she was a child. Meng Yao and Nangong Zhan, one regarded me as a thorn in their side, and the other turned a blind eye to me. The hidden prophecy ability was accidentally discovered by Beiming Wanrou. In order to return to the Beiming family, she ecstatically sent me to the Doug Research Institute, intending to confirm the new ability derived from my eyes.

The blue eyes of the Beiming family have been born with hypnotic ability. I am the blood of the Nangong family and the Beiming family. I have a genetic mutation and turned into a red eye. In addition to the hypnotic ability, I also have a slight prophecy that they cannot have .

I go to Doug almost every year, accepting those experiments and drugs, being manipulated and researched like a mouse every day, suffering from pain, unable to sleep normally, wandering in the cold equipment and drugs... every year, just to let that woman To find out the reason for the mutation, return to Beiming.

Although I was tired at the time, I never expressed my opinion. It was just that every time I went back to the rose garden, I saw the photo of the woman hugging my own brother for a whole day, and I felt sick in my heart.

I have never had a good relationship with this woman called mother. She hates my existence, because my appearance, my deeds, and my character are nothing like her, and I can't find any trace of Beiming.

Since I was very young, we often quarreled, beat and scolded, and even shot each other.

Sometimes Nangong Zhan came to see her, and after staying overnight, she saw me sitting in the living room without saying a word, and would drag me to confinement for as short as three or five days, or as long as ten days.

Every day and every month, either go to Doug to accept inhuman torture, or go to jail in Rose Garden.

That woman is very nervous, she obeys all the instructions from my dear uncle in the Beiming family, such as studying your son, finding a way to enter the Nangong headquarters, trying to get back the power of the general fire... She will follow all the instructions. Do it, because every time there is an instruction, her dear brother will add a sentimental sentence, Wanrou, brother will always be yours.

She was full of enthusiasm, she tried her best, and she was willing to die.

Later, after ten days of confinement, after I was released by her, I ran to the stream near the Rose Garden to get some air. Very cheerful, healthy and healthy, swimming freely...

This is freedom.

I can't get the freedom that even fish can get.

So I fished out one, watched it suffocate to death on the bank, dissected it with a knife, fished out the contents of its body, and threw it back into the stream——

And guess what I see?The group of swimming fish dispersed and gathered together again, and began to eat the carcasses of their own kind.

At that moment, looking at them, I suddenly understood that freedom is not obtained by self-pity and giving up resistance.

Freedom is based on death.