Crown of Silence

Chapter 634 A happy beginning

"If you don't do this, how will you go back to Newton for help?"

The soft voice echoed in the testing ground, making everyone's expressions turn pale and stiff.

"What are you talking about...I don't quite understand."

Ronald forced a forced smile and looked around at his colleagues: "This formula is the result of all of our collective hard work. How can it be related to Newton? Right, everyone should say something..."

No one spoke.

At some point, dozens of dark shadows emerged from the darkness, standing around and looking at them coldly. They wore gloomy masks and were covered in uniforms. Only the dark gold badges on their chests proved their identities.

—Royal Hound.

Ye Qingxuan sighed and shook his head.

"Do you know? There is an old saying that a writer is like his person, and so are formulas and works. I know exactly what kind of works can be produced by what kind of person."

As he spoke, he tapped the data on the ground with his toes: "You are researchers, gentlemen, producers who are bound by various rules and regulations. The things you produce are dull and boring in nature, how can you use such ridiculous methods?" idea?”

"Tell me you're actually crazy or schizophrenic."

He looked at Ronald's collapsed expression, stretched out his hand, supported his collar, and said with a gentle expression, "Or, you can try lying in front of the telepathic musician."

"——Newton, where is he?"

In the dead silence, Ronald's expression twitched, his lips pursed and trembled, but he made no sound.

Ye Qingxuan shook his head in disappointment, sighed, and stood up slowly.

Just when he raised his palm and was about to issue an order, a hoarse sigh came from the loudspeaker on the ceiling of the test site.

"Don't embarrass them, Mr. Ye. I'm here."

Soon, the originally smooth wall slowly opened, revealing the secret passage behind it.

There was also the old man who hadn't seen the sun for who knows how long.

Former President of the Royal Institution, Newton.

He looked at Ye Qingxuan with an expressionless expression on his face, "They are all wretches who have no idea what they are doing. Let them go, Mr. Ye."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and smiled.

It was like seeing a joke.

Newton, who was arrested by the cult and abandoned by Angelou, had been hiding in the Royal Academy, the lair he had single-handedly managed, and his private property.

I'm afraid this is the safest place.

Angelou would not allow people from the cult to come in and search. Even the organist and spies could not find the secret passages and secret doors hidden hundreds of meters underground. And complex permissions and countless overlapping excavation projects over more than ten years are enough to create secret rooms and shelters for people to hide in.

Even under this huge underground facility, there are roads extending in all directions that can connect all parts of Avalon. Even if you are discovered, you can leave calmly.

What's more, there is a group of researchers who are loyal to him...

Where could it be safer than here?

Otherwise, how could an old bastard who couldn't even put on his pants without someone else's care escape the sect's dragnet?

Ye Qingxuan tilted his head and looked at the rickety old man in front of him.

Even in hiding, he still did not fall into the downturn and poverty that others imagined. Instead, he had three good meals and a faint smell of alcohol on his body.

There was food and drink.

It's almost like being on vacation.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Newton."

Ye Qingxuan waved to the royal hound: "Take the irrelevant gentlemen down here and find a few psychic musicians to examine them carefully and find out what else they are hiding.

Look, Angelou spent so much money to raise such a bunch of guys who eat everything in and out. "

The last sentence is addressed to Newton.

Newton remained expressionless, as if he didn't hear.

Soon, in the empty underground testing ground, only two people were left facing each other in silence.

"Why don't you run away?"

Ye Qingxuan asked mockingly: "It's not like you to be so loyal."

Newton sneered and looked at him:

"What do you think?"

Ever since Ye Qingxuan entered here, hundreds of royal hounds appeared out of nowhere and forcibly took over every corner of the Royal Academy. The change musicians began to detect the secret door hidden behind the wall inch by inch.

Different from the superficial searches in the past, this time it was as if they wanted to completely dismantle the entire institute and put it back together again. There were even a large number of forbidden musicians who set up layers of perception barriers. In just half an hour, after Newton reacted, all the ways out had been cut off.

Isolated from inside and outside.

Only the researchers in the testing site were unaware of this.

Newton has been unable to fly.

Originally, this place was blocked just for fear of leaking the news, but Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that he could catch such a big fish.

"Fortunately, you still have a little bit of conscience, and you didn't let those researchers who admire you suffer again because of you."

Ye Qingxuan looked at Newton, his expression becoming more and more indifferent: "How great would it be if you could be as loyal as you are now?"

Newton understood what he was talking about, and he had already known the relationship between Ye Qingxuan and Charles on his first day at work. Because of this, it was no longer possible to maintain the calmness on his face, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his face:

"Right..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, his body flew out backwards.

It was like being hit by a hammer on the wall, slowly sliding down, sitting on the ground, vomiting bloody undigested food with difficulty, and choking violently.

When he raised his head with difficulty, he saw Ye Qingxuan's hands holding the cane.

Veins were exposed.

Anger seemed to wedge into iron.

"Don't say that word to me, Newton, never say it." Ye Qingxuan said softly: "Just to hold back from killing you, I have used all my reason."

Newton tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and a strange smile appeared on his twitching face: "Hehe, then should I thank the great mercy of the Chief Judge?"

"Save it for pious praise to God."

Ye Qingxuan walked up to him and looked down indifferently: "Thanks to him for giving you irreplaceable talents, you have the possibility of living to atone for your sins."

In the shadow of Ye Qingxuan, Newton, who was leaning against the corner of the wall, laughed with a chuckle, his eyes full of contempt.

"You want me to do something for you? Tsk... You're using the same trick again? You're using both kindness and force? Forget it, kid, are you the first person to play this trick in front of me?"

He shook his head in disdain, raised his arm, and wiped the blood from his nose.

He searched his pockets with both hands, as if looking for something, but in the end he only found a shrunken box, which contained nothing but a few broken tobacco shreds.

"Forget it, I won't bother with you about this."

He shook his head and raised two fingers to Ye Qingxuan, "I've been feeling very depressed recently. Do you have any cigarettes? Let me light a fire.

You look rich, and you should be easier to talk to than Maxwell. First, help me call all the prostitutes in the city. I want to relax, have a dance, and have some wine.

After I'm done, I might be willing to listen to what you want."

There was a long silence.

In silence, Ye Qingxuan looked at him, expressionless.

Newton also looked at him, shaking two fingers, indicating that Ye Qingxuan had better cooperate.

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and took out an unopened iron box from his arms. There was paper tape on the gap, and the tape was printed with Indian characters.

All smokers in the world can recognize it. It is the best Indian cigarettes. Only the fertile land there can produce the best black tea and tobacco leaves.

In silence, there is only the sound of the tape being unwrapped.

Ye Qingxuan opened the iron box, carefully and seriously tore off the wrapping paper covering it, and finally presented the exquisite cigarettes in a row to Newton for him to choose.

"That's right."

Newton smiled happily and stretched out his hand to the cigarettes: "A happy cooperation should have a happy start, right?"

Bang!

A sharp sound rang out, which was the harsh sound of steel friction.

The low sound of iron and bone colliding, penetrating, tearing, and wedged into the stone echoed, followed by a hoarse scream.

It's a silver nail.

A thin silver nail emerged from the air, piercing the cigarette box and Newton's palm together, and nailed it deeply into the ground, like a long needle to fix a specimen.

The flesh on the palm rolled up, and the muscles twitched.

The pain came suddenly, Newton twitched and screamed, in pain, but he didn't dare to struggle, twitching nervously, and his originally happy face twisted into a ball.

His facial features were distorted.

Ye Qingxuan still had no expression on his face.

He just reached out and took out a complete cigarette from the cigarette box that seemed to be held by Newton. Soon, the cigarette soaked in blood was lit, and Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath and tasted the bloody cigarette.

The curling smoke rose from the flickering fire, blurring his face.

Through the smoke, the distance between the two seemed to be getting farther and farther, as if looking down from the clouds.

Listening to Newton's screams and curses was like appreciating the best symphony.

Ye Qingxuan smoked the cigarette slowly, flicked off the ashes skillfully, exhaled bluish-white mist, and finally lowered his head again, looking at Newton who was kneeling on the ground and twitching.

"Is it because my words were too gentle that you made a mistake?"

The cigarette that was about to be smoked was extinguished on the back of Newton's hand. The flames burned the loose skin and extinguished in the blood that seeped out of the wound, leaving only black and red ashes.

Ye Qingxuan squatted down, his eyes were level with Newton, and he said seriously and carefully: "You probably didn't hear me clearly just now, so I will repeat it again.

No cigarettes, no alcohol, no prostitutes, none of the things before, you have committed a crime, and now it's time for you to atone for your sins. It's my generosity that you can live, and you shouldn't crave more.

And I am not as good-tempered as Maxwell.

So, you have to respect me a little more, better than now."

"Tsk!" Newton sneered on his painfully twisted face: "You used to be Will I work for you like a slave?"

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan nodded as a matter of course, "Of course you should."

"Haha, okay, I promise you."

Newton endured the pain of his palm being pierced, gritted his teeth, and laughed strangely: "But research is a long-term project, you have to be prepared to lose all your money. Moreover, I am very good at getting people to invest more... You can send someone to do the accounting, I will make every penny you spend 'clear'!"

Research is his field, as long as Ye Qingxuan still wants him to work, he must bow his head and pay the price.

A hundred times or a thousand times the original!

Otherwise, he has a lot of ways to use a lot of methods that others can't see to make Ye Qingxuan gain nothing.

Monthly ticket~