Zhou Lin - Chapter 221 Cry of Laughter

The night is already deep.

The coffee has also cooled down, just like the human heart.

Muhammad was still sitting in the conference room, staring blankly at the empty room.

What happened during the day is still vivid in my mind.

He clearly remembered Zi Lin’s leisurely state when he returned to this room… The boy came back unscathed and sat down to drink a few sips of the freshly brewed coffee; then, Zi Lin used a lot of In a casual tone, he introduced the three security officers who had just been recruited by him into the room with him.

At that moment, the eight people at the tea party deeply felt what despair was.

At that moment, Muhammad also understood that the purpose of Zi Lin and Krause’s coming here today was never to physically harm or destroy Cha Yan, but to destroy Cha Yan’s will.

They did it.

After drinking a cup of coffee, Zi Lin and Krause left.

Then, the escort officers also left.

Then, the eight people at the conference table also stood up one after another, and walked out one by one without saying a word.

In the end, even Mao Feng, a close associate of Muhammad, left.

As they left, neither spoke nor even made eye contact, but each looked thoughtful.

When he was finally the only one left in the conference room, Muhammad understood that the tea party was over.

Anyone who walks out of this conference room today will never come back here again. As for where they will go in the future, it has nothing to do with the tea party.

Of course, Muhammad can also continue to do what he has been doing for a while as the actual power holder of the federation, such as mediating with those politicians, making deals with those high-level federal army officials, making peace with the rebels, etc. .

But he also understood that those were meaningless.

He was like a person playing chess on a chessboard that had already been defeated. The fact that he was still alive was a kind of humiliation to Zi Lin.

He began to slowly realize that he had misunderstood the concept of tea party, his greed for power, and his ridiculous appearance of being immersed in power games…

He also began to understand that everything the reverse cross did was just to accelerate the formation of the great tide of this era. What really turned the huge wave into a tsunami was the public opinion that the Federation itself had spent more than a hundred years… slowly boiling.

With his own scheming, he can’t change anything. At most, he can only delay it.

The humiliation of failure was nothing, but the loss of faith was what was difficult for Muhammad to face and bear.

Finally, he gave up the will to live and raised his hand…

As a person with abilities, he could still crush his own brainstem with one blow and die painlessly.

But just when he was about to take action…

scold–

The conference room door opened.

Ah! Sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were still here. A middle-aged man wearing a kitchen staff uniform and pushing a trolley walked in and showed a surprised expression when he saw Muhammad. , said this.

When Muhammad saw this, he also put down his hand; after all, he was still a decent person, and he didn’t want to create such an exaggerated bloody scene in front of others when he was about to die, leaving a psychological shadow on people.

It doesn’t matter. Muhammad breathed out from his nostrils and continued, Are you here to put away the tea sets?

That’s right. The middle-aged man nodded, Because we haven’t been ordered to clean up, we don’t dare to disturb them without permission, but it seems to be almost early in the morning, and I asked the cleaners, They said that all the cars in the parking lot had been driven away, so I was wondering… maybe you forgot to inform us that the meeting had ended…

Okay. Muhammad wasn’t interested in a word the other person said. He just wanted the other person to leave quickly, so he casually said, Just clean it up.

Okay… okay. The middle-aged man promised and pushed the cart over to collect the tea sets.

Perhaps the appearance of the other person alleviated Muhammad’s urge to commit suicide, or perhaps seeing the other person packing away the tea sets gave Muhammad a sudden idea. A few seconds later, Muhammad said on the spur of the moment: What’s your name? ?”

Huh? When he asked, the middle-aged man was stunned. He obviously didn’t expect that a big shot like Mohammed Saler would ask him the name of such a small character, Uh… ha. He gave an awkward smile first, and then replied, My name is Jimmy Lane, and I am the second chef in the kitchen.

Second chef? Muhammad asked, Why are you here to clean up? Shouldn’t it be a helper?

Oh, sir, you may not know that the kitchen in this building is actually not used very much, so it does not require too many people. During the day, there are only a few of us chefs and two tea sommeliers. Jimmy said with a smile, Hehe, in addition… To be honest, everyone thought that the meeting here was probably over an hour ago, so they all went back, leaving me waiting in the kitchen to collect the tea sets before getting off work.

Oh… Muhammad groaned and said, It sounds like…you are being bullied by your colleagues?

Before he finished speaking, Jimin’s hand that was collecting the tea set shook and almost broke a tea cup. Fortunately, Muhammad had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed the other person’s wrist to stabilize the tea set in his hand.

Ah! I’m sorry! Sir. Jimmy quickly put down the tea set and nodded to apologize.

It’s a small matter. Muhammad didn’t care, and just continued what he just said, Judging from your reaction, I guessed it right?

Hearing this, Jimmy hesitated for two seconds and showed a wry smile: Ha… I can’t help it, just make a living.

Listening to his words and looking at his bitter expression, Muhammad’s eyes could not help but slowly move to the man’s left hand; Muhammad soon saw a cheap-looking and very old Wedding ring.

Isn’t it easy to raise a family? Muhammad asked as he was still very confident in his reasoning ability.

Jimmy was stunned by these words, and a slightly sad look could not be concealed on his face.

I understand, every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite… Muhammad said, casually taking out a checkbook from his arms, signed his name on it, and tore off a piece and put it on the On a plate in front of Jimmy, It is fate that you and I met tonight. This check will be my meeting gift. You can fill in any amount you want, but I personally recommend that you exchange it all into cash. It depends on the amount… It’s just enough to fill a big bag; while the federal banking and monetary systems are still functioning normally, you can quickly exchange the money and leave here with your family.”

As soon as he said the words meeting gift, Jimmy shook his head and waved his hands, seemingly wanting to refuse, but Muhammad used a downward gesture to signal the other party to let him finish.

After he finished speaking, Jimmy fell silent.

After a long time, Jimmy spoke again: Let me do something for you, otherwise I won’t take the money.

His tone and the way he looked at Muhammad showed that he had already felt something from Muhammad’s words and deeds…

Heh… Muhammad smiled. This smile was more of a self-deprecation, because he did not expect that he would be sympathized with by such a little person. Then… make me a pot of tea. He paused for a moment. Seconds, he added, Want the best West Lake Longjing.

Okay! Jimmy straightened his body and said seriously, Although I am not a tea sommelier, I will try my best to do a good job!

He quickly turned around and went out.

And Muhammad just sat there quietly waiting for him, waiting to drink the last cup of tea in his life.

In less than ten minutes, Jimmy came back from the kitchen and served a pot of freshly brewed Longjing.

Sir, please take your time. Jimmy put several tea sets on the table one by one and made a respectful gesture.

Muhammad took his time washing the cups, pouring tea, ordering tea, looking at the tea… smelling its fragrance and tasting its taste.

When the sip of tea entered his throat, he couldn’t help but feel… This was the best cup of Longjing he had ever drunk in his life, and it even made him a little intoxicated and enlightened…

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When he regained consciousness, Muhammad found himself in a strange room and was fixed on a metal chair that was probably made of pure alloy and was specially used to restrain people with abilities.

After his vision cleared, the first thing that caught his eye were several brick walls, cement floors, and some unsealed pipes exposed in the corners of the ceiling. Through these things and the cold and humid air around him, he could basically infer that this was a basement. .

Haha… Dad! Dad! A few seconds later, a childish voice came into his ears.

Muhammad turned his head following the sound and saw another person on the other side of the room.

At this moment, Jimmy was sitting on a chair, with his back to Muhammad, watching TV. What was playing on the TV should be a home video. In the picture, a little girl who looked to be only two or three years old was breastfeeding. She shouted Dad in a sweet voice, and a woman who looked like the girl’s mother sat next to the little girl and smiled at the camera.

You finally woke up. After a few seconds, Jimmy undoubtedly heard the sound of Muhammad waking up, and he said this without looking back.

You… how dare you put medicine in my tea! Mohammed almost immediately recalled what happened before he lost consciousness and surmised what happened to him.

Yeah. Jimmy was not overwhelmed by the opponent’s momentum at all. He just responded calmly and stood up.

As Jimmy turned around, Muhammad saw clearly: Jimmy at this time was wearing a white vest and jeans, a plastic apron around his body, plastic gloves on his hands, a mask hanging on his left ear, and a mask on his forehead. There is also a frog mirror.

There’s nothing I dare not do. Jimmy continued as he walked towards Muhammad, In fact, what I really want to do… hasn’t started yet.

You… Muhammad wanted to guess something, but he quickly realized that there was no need to waste his imagination at this time and just asked, …why?

Why? Jimmy repeated these three words, then looked at the ground expressionlessly, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, Because the ‘Iron Curtain’ you directed killed my wife and My daughter… made me lose my family, friends, job, residence… everything overnight.

Having said this, he moved a few steps further and pulled a tool cart from the corner of the room. Several metal trays were placed on the cart. In addition to some surgical tools, there were also several bottles of injections of unknown composition, and A few tools that looked like they were needed for carpentry work.

I originally wanted to commit suicide, just like you wanted to do in the conference room not long ago… Jimmy said, taking out a piece of paper from his pants pocket, But just when I was about to commit suicide, someone A stranger gave me such a piece of paper…

As he spoke, he unfolded the crumpled paper in his hand and showed it in front of Muhammad’s eyes.

At this second, this piece of paper showed Muhammad’s thoughts at this moment: What’s going on?

Actually, I used to be a relatively famous chef… After seeing the change in the other person’s expression, Jimmy put the paper back and continued, My wife and I run a French restaurant together, although I am not He comes from a formal academic background, but his craftsmanship has also been recognized by many gourmets. The business of the restaurant has always been very good, and my daughter Lucy is also very healthy… At this point, he seemed to have fallen into memories, coldly His eyes suddenly became gentle, and he was so choked up that he couldn’t speak for a while.

Huh… A few seconds later, after swallowing a mouthful of salty saliva, Jimmy took a breath and continued, In short, I spent a lot of effort to get into this Christo City, and I have achieved what I am now. This job.

From your ‘voice’, I learned a lot of useful knowledge, such as how to subdue an ‘ability person’ like you, how to make a person suffer the maximum amount of pain while ensuring his immortality, etc.; some knowledge It is indeed difficult and requires considerable cost to implement, but for a person who spends all his time and energy on revenge, it is not too difficult to achieve…

“Just like that, in that kitchen, I was bullied every day, had my wages maliciously deducted, did dirty and tiring work that even a helper wouldn’t do, and worked overtime for free… All these efforts were just to wait for an opportunity.

At this point, he paused. At this moment, a beast-like killing intent seeped out of his eyes, as if swallowing up his last trace of humanity at this moment: …an opportunity like this today.

Don’t be like this… Muhammad broke out in cold sweat. He could accept a painless self-commitment, but he couldn’t accept what he was seeing, so he felt unprecedented fear. With the money I gave you, you can You can have a new life…a better life than before!

Hehehe…hahahahahaha… When Jimmy heard this, he immediately laughed morbidly.

I don’t know whether the laughter behind it is ridicule, madness, or sadness…

Jimmy smiled as he walked over to the TV, turned off the family video, and started playing music.

It was a melody that Muhammad was very familiar with – Bach Suite No. 1 in G major for unaccompanied cello.

No…no! I won’t…not be here! It won’t be in the hands of someone like you…impossible! Muhammad also began to become hysterical due to fear. His voice roared, but this did not change his ending.

Tonight, in a basement in Christo City, a piece of melodious classical music played repeatedly.

But even the nearest neighbor didn’t know that beneath the sound of music, there were bursts of shrill screams and sickly laughter.