"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 our collective hard work. How can it be related to Newton? Right, let's 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 the same goes for 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 great 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, Raise such a bunch of guys who eat inside and outside."
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.
As if he was hit by a hammer on the wall, he slowly slid down and sat on the ground. He vomited out undigested food with bloodshot eyes and coughed violently.
When he raised his head with difficulty, he saw Ye Qingxuan's hands holding the cane.
The veins are exposed.
Angry is like being wedged into iron.
"Don't say that word to me, Newton, don't ever say it." Ye Qingxuan said softly: "Just to hold back from killing you has already used up all my sanity."
Newton tilted his head and spit out bloody phlegm. A strange smile appeared on his twitching face: "Hey, then should I thank His Excellency the Grand Judge for his mercy?"
"Save it for pious praise to the gods."
Ye Qingxuan walked up to him and looked down indifferently: "Thanks to him for giving you irreplaceable talents, you have the possibility of redeeming yourself alive."
Covered by Ye Qingxuan's shadow, Newton, who was leaning against the wall, burst into laughter, his eyes filled with contempt.
"You want me to do something for you? Hey... are you doing this again? Showing kindness and power at the same time? Forget it, kid, are you the first person to play this trick in front of me?"
He shook his head disdainfully, raised his arm, and wiped the nosebleed from his face.
His hands were groping through the pockets all over his body, as if he were looking for something, but in the end he only found a shriveled box with nothing in it except a few pieces of broken tobacco.
"Forget it, I won't argue with you about this."
He shook his head and raised two fingers towards Ye Qingxuan, "I've been feeling depressed recently. Do you have any cigarettes? Just to lighten the mood. You look quite rich and should be easier to talk to than Maxwell. Call all the prostitutes in the city for me first. Come on, I'm going to relax, have a dance, and drink some wine. When we're done, I might be interested in hearing what you want."
There was a long silence.
In silence, Ye Qingxuan looked at him with an expressionless face.
Newton also looked at him, wagging his 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 had Tianzhu characters written on it.
Smokers all over the world recognize it as the best Tianzhu cigarettes, and only the fertile land there can produce the best black tea and tobacco leaves.
In the silence, there was only the sound of the tape being unwound.
Ye Qingxuan opened the iron box, carefully tore off the wrapping paper covering it, and finally faced Newton in a row of exquisite cigarettes for you to choose from.
"That's right."
Newton smiled happily and stretched out his hand towards the cigarette: "Happy cooperation must have a happy beginning, right?"
collapse!
A sharp sound sounded, the harsh sound of steel rubbing against steel.
Iron and bone collided, penetrated, and tore apart. The deep sound of being wedged into the stone echoed, followed by a hoarse scream.
It's a silver nail.
A slender silver nail emerged from the air, pierced the cigarette case and Newton's palm, and drove deeply into the ground, like a long needle fixing a specimen.
The flesh and blood on the palm rolled, and the muscles twitched.
The pain came suddenly, and Newton twitched and screamed. He was in unbearable pain, but he didn't dare to struggle. He was trembling nervously, and his originally happy face was twisted into a ball.
Distorted facial features.
Ye Qingxuan remained expressionless.
He just reached out and pulled out a complete cigarette from the cigarette box that seemed to be held by Newton. Soon, the blood-soaked cigarette was lit. Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath and tasted the bloody cigarette.
Curl smoke rose from the flickering fire, blurring his face.
Through the smoke, the distance between the two seemed to be getting farther and farther away, as if they were 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 away the ashes skillfully, and exhaled blue-white mist. Finally, he lowered his head again and looked at Newton who was kneeling on the ground and twitching.
"Did you make a mistake because my words were too gentle?"
The cigarette that was about to be smoked was extinguished on the back of Newton's hand. The fire scorched the loose skin and was extinguished in the blood leaching from the wound, leaving only black-red ashes.
Ye Qingxuan squatted down, his eyes were level with Newton's, and said seriously, "You probably didn't hear me clearly just now, so I'll repeat it again. No cigarettes, no alcohol, no prostitutes, those in the past You have nothing, you have committed a crime, and now it is time for you to atone for your sins. It is my generosity that you can live, and you should not desire more. And I am not as good-tempered as Maxwell. So, you Show me some respect, preferably a bit more than you do now."
"Scoff!" A sneer appeared on Newton's painfully twisted face: "Do you think I will work for you, like a slave?"
"Um."
Ye Qingxuan nodded matter-of-factly, "Of course you should."
"Haha, okay, I promise you."
Newton endured the pain of having his palm penetrated, gritted his teeth, and smiled strangely: "But research is a long-term project, and you have to be prepared to lose all your money. Besides, I am very good at getting people to invest more... You want to send someone to take care of it?" I'll make sure every money you spend is spent 'clearly'!"
Research is his field. As long as Ye Qingxuan still wants him to serve, he must bow his head and pay the price.
A hundred times a thousand times the original!
Otherwise, he has many ways to make Ye Qingxuan gain nothing by using a lot of methods that others cannot see.