Pretend to be crazy

Shen Yan was speechless, but in Falson’s eyes, it was a genuine compliment.

He lightly pressed the back of his cool hand to his cheek and shyly smiled, saying, “Mom… cough, Shen Yan, you’re really kind to me.”

After Shen Yan shot him a warning look that made him swallow the strange term, he closed his eyes again and urged, “Continue, how much longer until it’s over?”

“Almost done, about ten minutes.”

Falson opened his arms, revealing a storage compartment inside with makeup products for disguise. He dipped a soft brush in light brown eyeshadow and gently swept it over Shen Yan’s eyelid.

He greedily took in the sight of him at this moment. Ever since he had affectionately called him “mom,” Falson had been blunt in his emotions. Now, seeing Shen Yan in a relaxed state with his eyes closed, it was a look he hadn’t seen in a long time.

He secretly softened his sharp, angular features, making a slight change to turn him from a sunny, mischievous young man into a gentle, graceful “motherly” figure.

Still undeterred, he continued, “Shen Yan, you’re a man, but if you want to avoid being tracked, it’s actually safer to disguise yourself as a woman. That way, you won’t attract attention.”

Shen Yan replied, “I don’t need to.”

Falson persisted, “Really not going to try? I can already imagine what you’d look like.”

Shen Yan sneered, “Falson, do you want to die?”

Falson was pleased, obediently falling silent.

Finally, it came to the most exciting step.

He dipped a bit of lipstick on his finger, excited, causing his hand to tremble.

He carefully applied the small amount of red on Shen Yan’s lips, slowly smoothing it out.

Shen Yan’s lips were quite dark, so the lipstick couldn’t cover his natural color, instead making the situation worse.

As expected, Falson sighed in frustration:

“Well, nothing to be done, I’ll just have to wipe it off.”

He rubbed the tissue over Shen Yan’s lips, pressing harder each time.

Shen Yan frowned, tolerating the pressure for a few seconds. When Falson attempted to move his hand toward his mouth, he forcefully shoved him away.

Ignoring Falson, who had fallen to the ground, Shen Yan pretended not to see his feigned distress. He opened his terminal and checked his reflection in the camera. The anger in his heart began to dissipate.

Falson’s fondness for touching people was indeed irritating, but his skills in disguise were impressive.

Thanks to these skills, Falson had been able to change his identity and infiltrate major events, gather information, and carry out scams, surviving until the day Ruan Zhixian went mad.

The sound of mechanical friction echoed clearly through the empty underground pipes.

Shen Yan closed the terminal and looked at him.

Falson cautiously got up, and the makeup products scattered all over the floor.

Perhaps afraid of making more noise and further angering Shen Yan, he moved slowly, his expression full of pitifulness, from his hair to his toes.

Shen Yan was silent for a few seconds, then pulled him up and quickly packed the makeup into the storage compartment in his mechanical arm.

Falson, his white hair dyed black, looked obedient as he nervously fiddled with his fingers, speaking in a small, weak voice, “Sorry, brother.”

“I won’t do anything you don’t like again.”

He tentatively reached for Shen Yan’s sleeve, giving him a look of abandonment, and gently shook it.

“Please don’t be mad, okay?”

Shen Yan calmly looked at him.

He’s so good at pretending.

He saw through him clearly in his mind—Falson was best at using this kind of act to gain people’s sympathy.

But it was still hard to tolerate.

When Falson smiled at him with pursed lips, he sighed.

The atmosphere in the Shen family was good, and the relatives were close. As the idle younger uncle, Shen Yan often took the kids from the family out to play.

There was one child who lacked self-confidence and didn’t fit in, often hiding in corners, only occasionally casting envious glances at the noisy group of kids.

Shen Yan would sometimes take him out alone.

When he sent the child home, the boy would stand outside the car with an expression similar to Falson’s now, asking if he would come back to play again.

Without thinking, Shen Yan placed his hand on Falson’s head and gently ruffled his hair.

Falson’s nails dug into his flesh, biting down on the soft tissue in his mouth, holding his breath, desperately restraining the noises he wanted to make.

“Alright, let’s leave it at that,” Shen Yan said, unaware of his unusual behavior, casually brushing the matter aside. “Are you hungry? The small cakes at the restaurant taste pretty good.”

Falson replied in a voice barely louder than a mosquito’s, “Okay.”

There was no large-scale chaos on the ship. The atmosphere among the security team was tense, but it didn’t affect the normal activities of the passengers.

It was only the second day, and Ruan Zhixian hadn’t yet started stirring up trouble with his human nature game. The managers had responded quickly and controlled the information, so Shen Yan only heard some gossip and rumors, but the truth remained unknown.

This meant his plan could proceed much more smoothly.

The tourists on the ship didn’t recognize Warren, the researchers were busy in the lower decks, and Warren had gone to deal with the obstacles posed by Ruan Zhixian. Only the security team members and bodyguards were left.

Dealing with them was well within his ability.

Originally, Ruan Zhixian and Warren had a cooperative relationship. At the end of the cruise arc, Ruan Zhixian had helped him get revenge, and Warren naturally became a member of his team. He was one of the first to join, followed by Falson and Blaze.

However, under his intervention, Warren and Ruan Zhixian became enemies. Enraged, Warren’s combat ability had increased by at least three times.

Ruan Zhixian was very likely to be killed by him.

Even if he didn’t die, things to come would be enough to disgust him for a while.

Shen Yan ate a small cake, its soft texture melting in his mouth with a refreshing lemon flavor.

He squinted his eyes in pleasure.

Delicious.

Good things must be shared, so he casually placed a piece on Falson’s plate, who was standing next to him, looking lost in thought.

Falson watched the food piled on his plate, eating it absentmindedly while his gaze kept flickering toward Shen Yan.

Unable to hold back anymore, he leaned over and whispered, “Shen Yan, what are you thinking?”

“What’s the matter?”

He didn’t avoid looking directly at Shen Yan’s face, “Do you have anyone you want to kill?”

Shen Yan: …

His malice toward Ruan Zhixian was so obvious.

He mentally knocked on a wooden fish twice before looking at Falson, “Don’t worry about those things, just eat your food properly.”

Falson, with a tone of grievance, said, “I don’t like eating these.”

Shen Yan was momentarily stunned.

He had a habit of sharing food, so he had casually treated Falson like a child he was taking care of. Without much thought, he had fed him and assumed that he had accepted it, not considering what he actually liked.

He felt a bit awkward as he took the plate back and switched it for a new one.

Falson still shook his head, moving closer to him again, his voice quieter: “I don’t like eating these.”

Shen Yan: “Then go to the kitchen. I remember you can order whatever you want here.”

“Anything?”

“Yes.”

Falson then revealed his true intentions: “Mom, I want to drink milk.”

Shen Yan: “Milk? Sure, it’s over there.”

Falson interrupted him, his gaze full of desire: “I want to drink mom’s milk.”

Time seemed to freeze.

Shen Yan didn’t react immediately, chewing mechanically, his mind repeating those words over and over again.

Falson’s voice grew higher and sharper, inexplicably turning into a celebratory tune.

— “Mom, I’m hungry, okay, mom, give me milk.”

The strange, exaggerated voice echoed.

After swallowing the steak, Shen Yan finally looked at him, “Say that again.”

Falson timidly replied, “I want to drink mom’s—”

Slap!

A heavy slap. Everyone around them turned to look.

Falson’s face was turned to the side from the slap. He covered the immediately swelling spot, but in the place Shen Yan couldn’t see, he squinted his eyes in pleasure.

Mom hitting him really hurt.

How scary.

How much he liked it.

Shen Yan only slapped him once, then nonchalantly withdrew his hand as if he hadn’t noticed the curious gazes around them.

He forked a piece of meat, calmly reminding himself that these people were all perverts, so he shouldn’t soften his heart.

If possible, Falson should not be spared either.

The ordinary people on the ship were sheltered under large umbrellas, unaware of the danger lurking in the heavy rain.

At the heart of the storm, the main initiators of the ship’s activities couldn’t deliberately ignore everything happening on board.

In a low-key decorated conference room, eleven people were either standing or sitting, cigarette butts piled into small mountains. The room’s air purification system couldn’t keep up with the speed at which they were smoking, and the room was hazy and pungent.

Liu Dan extinguished her cigarette and took a sip of water. “The minister has contacted the rescue team. If those two people aren’t found by three days, we’ll abandon this ship.”

An elderly man snorted coldly. “What nonsense are you talking? The Pearl No. 8 has never had an accident since it started running. How can you just say we abandon it? What about our reputation?”

Another man, wearing glasses and looking quite refined, spoke up, “If the situation becomes uncontrollable, then maybe abandoning the ship is the best option. But who will bear the losses?”

The ship was expensive, and the people on board were wealthy, but from an economic standpoint, the most valuable thing was what lay beneath the ship—military goods.

Liu Dan irritably pulled out another cigarette. The attendant beside her extended a hand to light it.

The elderly man looked at the two of them with a mocking tone. “Liu Dan, you’re really something. Such a young person, yet playful.” After a pause, he added, “You should know the priorities, right?”

Liu Dan ignored the old man and had Ruan Zhixian sit in a corner.

Ruan Zhixian found a corner to sit in and opened a terminal to play the old game “Tetris,” casually playing with a relaxed posture.

The room was equipped with a blocking system, so all electronic devices would lose communication functions once inside. They weren’t worried about an outsider revealing their conversation.

He couldn’t leave this room.

In their eyes, he was already a dead man.

Liu Dan wasn’t unclear about the situation, and there was no need for them to make trouble with her.

The conversation soon shifted back to the issue of the ship, and several people argued heatedly, almost coming to blows.

Liu Dan, frustrated, clicked her tongue and called out a few times. The others ignored her and continued arguing.

She didn’t indulge them. She slammed the ashtray on the ground, and the sound of the glass shattering brought the whole room to a sudden silence.

The two men who had been pulling each other’s collars, ready to tear each other apart, sat down reluctantly.

She quickly gave instructions. “Destroying the ship is the last resort. We must increase manpower to find the test subjects. The branch of the Perfect Human project has research value and must not be leaked. If those gutter rats get their hands on it…”

“District One won’t let it go.”

When the words “District One” were mentioned, the politicians and businessmen who ruled their own domains suddenly became like ducks with their necks gripped.

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence of the room.

The knocking started slow but gradually became louder and more intense, eventually sounding like someone was trying to smash the door.

These upper-class people preferred biotechnology; even the most expensive mechanical prosthetics were no match for their original, natural bodies. Faced with the sudden attack, they had no ability to resist.

So, they always had a large number of bodyguards around them, elite forces armed to the teeth, ensuring their safety.

Their bodyguards would never just stand by and watch as the attackers smashed the door.

So there was only one possibility.

— They were all dead.

In the next second after drawing that conclusion, the five-centimeter-thick password door suddenly collapsed!

Along with the dust, a heavy smell of blood and gunpowder filled the air.

A two-meter-tall attacker, dressed in an ill-fitting suit, his tight fabric barely containing his explosive physique, scanned the room with an impassive face. His gaze finally landed on the young man with black hair in the corner.

The young man looked back at him.

It wasn’t clear who screamed first, but the scene instantly descended into chaos.

Someone raised a gun and began shooting at him. The shots missed their target and hit him in less vital areas. He casually picked the bullets out, and the wounds visibly healed at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

They immediately realized the terrifying power of the “Perfect Biological” branch of the Perfect Human project. Panicked, their eyes moved past his beastly body to the bodies stacked behind him.

Some people, in a desperate attempt to escape, ran toward the door. One of them, like a chick, had his arm grabbed, and with a snap, his spine was twisted and broken, the life draining from him instantly.

Warren had killed so many people on his way here that even his barely intact rational mind was starting to blur. In the end, he could only remember one thing—

“Give him back to me.”

With an air of hellish rage, he slowly advanced toward Ruan Zhixian. Seeing that his target had been locked in, the others quickly fled to find reinforcements.

Only Ruan Zhixian and Warren remained in the room.

The air was thick with a deathly silence.

Ruan Zhixian looked up at him and suddenly smiled.

“Did your brother send you?”

With one hand behind his back, he casually dusted off the gray on Warren’s chest with his free hand.

“With what identity are you here to take him from me?”

“Are you the third party?”