The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician -
Chapter 360 - 218: The Secret of the Twin Room_2
Chapter 360: Chapter 218: The Secret of the Twin Room_2
It was simple, he could now feel the cold, but it would never cause him pain or discomfort.
Then, Clo fetched a goblet and placed it on the edge of a large plastic basin.
"Ah—" he comfortably lay on the bed made of three or four layers of ice cubes, emitting a somewhat wanton moan.
He pulled out a small knife and slashed his wrist.
Blood slowly seeped out, congealing into a crimson line at the cut, which, obeying gravity, flowed downward, slid past Clo’s fingertips, and dripped into the goblet.
The red liquid gradually covered the bottom of the cup and slowly rose higher.
And Clo just let his blood continuously flow out into the transparent goblet, simply smiling as he watched the scene in the mirror.
Transparent ice cubes, a transparent goblet, bright red blood, a bright red plastic basin.
Against the backdrop of snowy white walls, a blond man with a handsome face lay on the ice cubes in his slightly wet white shirt.
Such a death undeniably possessed an extreme visual beauty.
"Wow, a world-famous painting," Clo couldn’t help but praise.
Then, he closed his eyes and resumed humming the unknown tune, "Da, da da da da, da..."
As time passed, the scene reflected in this bathroom became entirely different.
Within three hours, it was decay; if more time passed, blood would overflow the goblet, and pools of blood would appear on the bathroom floor, which would be a mess; if even more time passed...
That would be viewed as gigantic.
And the aesthetic of this artwork depended on when his corpse was discovered.
Clo closed his eyes, smiling, while his other hand’s fingers tapped the rhythm of the tune in the air.
What is called art, this damn thing is called art.
—
Under the cold white light, Tang deeply furrowed his brows, unable to help but bite his teeth, then suddenly swept all the documents and pens off his desk.
He seldom lost his composure, only feeling such anger when things slipped completely beyond his control.
Clo had committed suicide to find out what the Dead Spirit would turn into after dying, and whether it could still be called a Dead Spirit.
"..."
Upon receiving this news, Tang was stunned for a long time, considering that it might be difficult to understand the mindset of this madman, but he had not anticipated that Clo’s thoughts would be so unfathomable.
He spoke of death and died.
He didn’t even know what he ought to do.
For the three days following Clo’s death, he couldn’t pull him back from the world of the deceased.
Even after three days, summoning Clo again would demand a great deal of resources.
And...
He recalled the task he had previously assigned, which also spanned three days.
These three days were already packed with his own plans, leaving him no energy to deal with Jiang Shu and his group, and this could likely disrupt his own schemes.
—
At six o’clock sharp, Jiang Shu opened his eyes.
Eventually, he and Liu Tingruo returned to their secret base.
Though called a secret base, it was actually just a small building hidden at the junction of area CD, interconnected with other buildings, recklessly sprawling in this slum-like area.
Yes, slum, this place was a middle to lower-class district in the Fifth District, with surroundings that were neither too chaotic nor too peaceful, all maintained by averaging.
However, no one would imagine that there was a fully-armed building in this location.
Once war broke out, Liu Tingruo’s building could instantly transform into a solid fortress with an extremely comprehensive micro-missile defense system, capable of swift deployment and attack.
Upon seeing the tarot card of "The Hanged Man," Jiang Shu felt a pang in his heart.
As far as he knew, only Du Yuyi and Clo understood the significance of "The Hanged Man" tarot card, and Du Yuyi had not appeared for several months...
Clo had not died?
This speculation made Jiang Shu shiver with unease, so he almost subconsciously decided to return to Liu Tingruo’s base to observe the situation.
That was the safest place, he needed to see what exactly was happening there, at least until that night passed.
Moreover, he wouldn’t have to worry about the threat from Lang Tai there.
No matter how it was put, although Lang Tai always showed a loyal demeanor, he was ultimately a person handed over to Jiang Shu by Clo, and his combat ability was excessively fierce.
But Liu Tingruo was confident enough to say that in her base, even a T0-level Combat Sequence wouldn’t fare well.
However, when Jiang Shu returned to the base in the dead of night, he asked Lang Tai this question, "If Clo shows up again, whom will you help, him or me?"
Lang Tai looked at Jiang Shu somewhat surprisingly, but this surprise seemed not to be due to Jiang Shu, but because of Clo.
He wrote on the Simulated Light Screen, "Firstly, I was entrusted by General Harold, my godfather, to protect you, which has nothing to do with Clo himself; secondly, Clo once talked to me about this matter. He said if he dies, then he is truly dead, and whoever appears under his guise should not be trusted. In permissible circumstances, we can even strike first."
Jiang Shu was somewhat skeptical after receiving this answer, but after referring to the results of the Mind Reading Technique, he got a precise answer.
Just as Lang Tai had said, this was true.
When Lang Tai deliberately thought about his emotions, Jiang Shu could read his mind, although it cost a lot of spiritual power, it was easy to determine whether he was lying.
And the words Clo spoke to Lang Tai also told Jiang Shu some information.
The implication in Clo’s words was...
Did he know he might be impersonated or even resurrected?
If it was an impersonation, then that person likely wouldn’t know about the things concerning Clo being hanged in reverse.
That means...
Is resurrection possible?
Resurrection?
Did such an absurd thing truly exist?
Jiang Shu suppressed the doubts in his heart, as he now had more important things to do.
He needed to help Sister Ruo make breakfast; Liu Tingruo had mentioned the night before that she wanted to eat dumplings, and there were no ready-made dumpling wrappers in this base, just flour, so he had gotten up at six.
Diligent? Housekeeping?
Bunny girl outfit.
Jiang Shu carefully moved his body out of bed, he slowly pulled his hand out of the warm, soft quilt and moved quietly towards the edge of the bed.
He looked at Sister Ruo in front of him, her countenance pure and graceful, features well-aligned, skin as creamy and white as snow, her petite nose lightly trembling, her lips slightly parted, the corners of her lips glistening with a crystal liquid (referring to saliva), the sweet breeze coming in little gusts with her breath.
"Hmm?" Seemingly, opening both eyes at once was too exhausting, Liu Tingruo only opened half an eye, her optic nerves capturing Jiang Shu’s facial information, thus she hummed softly and stretched out her smooth, fair arm from the quilt, grabbing Jiang Shu’s neck and pulling him closer.
Even seeing only her arm and elbow, Jiang Shu could tell that Sister Ruo was without a thread on her body, and he couldn’t help but swallow, the bewildered state of Sister Ruo truly had a terrifying charm.
And now, that sweet breeze was coming from even closer.
"Don’t swallow like a pervert," Liu Tingruo’s displeased voice emerged from her throat, she switched hands around Jiang Shu’s neck, then used the freed hand to support Jiang Shu’s waist, shifting him towards her.
The motion was natural, yet Jiang Shu felt a strange sensation inside.
It was as though they had switched roles.
He timed in his mind, and fifteen minutes later, finally whispered in Liu Tingruo’s ear, "I’m getting up."
"Just wait a bit longer," Liu Tingruo shook her head, slow as a sloth.
"I need to make breakfast..." Jiang said, but before he could finish his sentence, a foot kicked out from under the cover knocking him off the bed.
He stood up, looking at the woman blending into the bed and the quilt, and couldn’t help but laugh silently.
Jiang Shu walked to the other bed in the room and began tidying up the sheets and quilt.
The room wasn’t big, but it contained two beds. As to why they obviously slept together yet had two beds prepared...
It’s understood by those who understand, no need to elaborate for those who don’t.
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