Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【390 The freedom he wants】

"This is already classified information for us Jack. Besides, it's a long story..." Seeing that Zhizhi was interested, the mask chuckled and said in a low voice: "If you start asking questions now, are you proving that you have begun to believe it?"

Did I say what I said?"

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

"Send it to your door..." Mask tutted, "Is this ironic that what I'm doing now is cheap?"

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

The mask is speechless.

I thought it was her nature to be silent, but it turned out that she always retaliates with words and is extremely merciless.

Ms. Song continued with a smile, "Do you know where the ultimate pleasure of scolding is to see the ignorant and confused face of the person being scolded? Yes, that's what you look like now. Don't doubt it, no one has a better expression than you do now.

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The mask's face was red and white, and he was somewhat at a loss for words. His eyes were gloomy, and his face was unhappy, "You didn't speak in this tone to Nangong Mo."

"He is a hottie, you..." She clicked her tongue several times, expressing his rank in her heart with her eyes.

This look can no longer be described with the word contempt, it is the bottom with no lower limit.

"Do you know why I have always 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 the premise is that you stop your sarcastic remarks first.

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Zhi Zhi tilted his head and said, "I won't let anyone tell me the facts."

He hummed, "I'm afraid I can't help but kill you. Diderot really wants to see you."

This threatening voice had no power, but Zhizhi could clearly see the murderous intent in his eyes.

Danger - terrifying lies in the unexpectedness, and the extreme lies in the invisibility.

Zhizhi thought that this man named Mask had done both.

She stopped talking and raised her eyes, "Since it's a long story, I'll ask you questions slowly and tell me your identity first."

"Since you are so stupid and were lured here by me, you understand that there is no need for me to lie anymore. Let me say it one last time, I am Nangong Mo." He stood up and glanced at her left hand, "Also, hypnosis is important to me.

It takes a lot of energy. In order to prevent you from running away after asking the question, I will not use my eyes without permission. My little friend, you don’t need to continue to pinch yourself and indulge in self-abuse."

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

So lively.

The mask smiled and regretted, I couldn't understand why I didn't take such an interesting girl back to the rose garden.

Maybe it was because the situation was too chaotic 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 something happened to two officials from Nangong Island, two Nangong Mo appeared in different places within a few seconds. I

I always thought it was someone in disguise, but now it seems that that person must be you."

The mask leaned against the wall, looked up at the pale white light, smiled at his lips, pondered for a few seconds, and began to narrate calmly.

"You should know a lot about me.

I grew up in the Nangong family. My mother was a woman kicked out of the Beiming family. She was treated unequally since she was a child. Meng Yao and Nangong Zhan, one looked at me as a thorn in their side and the other turned a blind eye to me. Later, during a riot in the snow, I kept

The hidden prophecy ability was accidentally discovered by Beiming Wanrou. In order to return to the Beiming family, she happily sent me to the Doug Research Institute with the intention of confirming the new ability derived from my eyes.

The Beiming family has blue eyes for generations, and is born with the ability to hypnotize. I am the bloodline of the Nangong family and the Beiming family. The gene mutated and turned into red eyes. In addition to the hypnotic ability, there is also a slight prophecy that they cannot have.

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I go to Daug almost every year and undergo those experiments and drugs. I am manipulated and studied like a guinea pig every day. I endure pain, cannot sleep normally, and wander among cold instruments and drugs... I do this every year, just to let that woman do it.

Find out the cause of the mutation and return to Beiming.

Although I was tired of it at the time, I never expressed my opinion. However, every time I returned to the Rose Garden, I would see the photo of the woman holding her brother in her arms all day long, and I felt sick in my heart.

My relationship with this woman called mother has never been good enough. She hates my existence because my appearance, my actions, and my character are nothing like her, and there is no trace of Bei Ming.

Ever since I was little, we have often quarreled, yelled, and even shot each other.

Sometimes Nangong Zhan came to see her. After staying for a night and leaving, she would see me sitting in the living room without saying a word, and she would drag me to solitary confinement for as little as three to five days or as long as ten days.

Every day and every month, I either went to Daoge to undergo inhuman torture or went to jail in the Rose Garden.

That woman is very neurotic. She obeys all the instructions from my dear uncle of the Beiming family, such as studying your son, such as finding a way to enter the Nangong headquarters, such as trying to get back the military power... She will do all the instructions.

Go and follow the instructions, because every time there is an instruction, her dear brother will add sentimentally, "Wanrou, brother will always be yours."

She was elated, she tried her best, and she was willing to die.

Later, one time, I was in solitary confinement for ten days. After she let me out, I ran alone to the stream near the Rose Garden to get some air. At that time, there were three or two fish playing in the stream, swimming in the water.

Very happy, strong and healthy, swimming without worries...

This is freedom.

Even fish can get freedom, but I can't.

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

Then guess what I saw? The group of fish playing in the water dispersed and then gathered together and began to eat the corpses of their own kind.

At that moment, looking at them, I suddenly understood that freedom does not come from feeling sorry for yourself and giving up resistance.

Freedom is based on death.