Being the Wife of a Fluffy Creature [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: The First World (28)

The man didn’t make a sound, merely staring at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Wu Yao vigorously scrubbed the gaps under his fingernails, trying to wash away the bloodstains trapped inside. “You want to condemn me for being inhuman, for even killing pregnant women and children?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wu Yao regretted them.

The man behind him was very likely the Mayor in disguise. Currently, he and Wu Shiyi were arch-enemies on the surface; his tone shouldn’t be so familiar.

The real Wu Shiyi had no reason to come over now.

What was he here for?

To specifically risk the failure of the plan just to run over and pass judgment on his crimes?

If Wu Yao were an uninformed bystander, he would also feel that the man on the stage was a madman.

Wu Shiyi didn’t know that Paradise Island was a fake world; in his eyes, Wu Yao was a murderer.

He couldn’t let this matter interfere with his work. He had to find a way to smooth it over, to make Wu Shiyi continue listening to him and treating him as a friend.

Under the premise of not knowing the true identity of the person behind him, what kind of attitude should he adopt?

Calm down, calm down, think carefully.

Wu Yao wanted to find a solution, but his brain was like dough with too much water added—completely mushy.

Disordered images flashed by rapidly, and noisy voices kept ringing in his ears.

“Don’t kill me, I beg you. Aren’t you a good person? I beg you!!!”

“How can you not learn such a simple thing as killing? Come, let me teach you. Just like this, one stab, two stabs. See? Isn’t it very simple?”

“I thought you were a good person, Wu Yao. You’re such a good liar. You really disappointed me!”

Humans cannot control their own brains; memories always surge out at the most inappropriate times.

It’s like trying to recall key points during an exam while your brain starts looping a song that won’t stop no matter what.

Cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and Wu Yao’s body gave a slight shudder.

Excessive emotions would affect his thinking; he couldn’t let old memories influence him anymore.

Two minutes had passed, and Wu Shiyi hadn’t said a single word, just standing at the door looking at him scrutinizingly.

With an expressionless face and a cold gaze, his upper body leaned forward slightly, as if he might rush up and punch him at any moment.

The system looked at the two of them blankly, “Why are you standing still? Playing Red Light, Green Light?”

Wu Yao looked at the small ball of light, “You don’t hate me?”

“Why would I hate you?”

“I killed people.”

The system waved a hand at him, “You just think too much. The little girl said ‘thank you’ to you before she died, and the little cop actively stretched out his neck to wait for death. What do you have to feel bad about? Take a break tonight and come to the space to sleep; big brother will treat you to a barbecue.”

Thank you?

The environment was too noisy at the time; Wu Yao couldn’t hear anything.

The system’s reaction enlightened him; Wu Shiyi’s brain logic was different from all the people he had encountered before.

Wu Yao took a deep breath, and a line of thought gradually formed.

He wiped the water off his hands and walked up to the man, reaching out to grab his collar and hooking his finger through the iron ring with a forceful pull. The man let out a long breath like a ball that had its plug pulled, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Before Wu Yao could say anything, the man pulled him into a hug. “Your expression just now was so strange, I’d never seen it before. Noah is also at the circus. You told me he’s good at disguising and told me to be careful. I followed you all the way here wanting to talk to you, but I was afraid you were Noah in disguise, so I didn’t dare speak for fear of hurting you.”

He spoke very quickly, his voice carrying an apologetic tone, as if he felt that explaining even slightly too slowly would hurt his friend’s heart.

Wu Yao was silent for a moment. “So you looked at me with a stiff face because you wanted to judge my authenticity based on my reaction?”

“Yes. I haven’t kept the memories of every cycle, so I can’t clearly remember our previous way of interacting. Because of that, I’m actually not quite sure which version of you is the real you.”

Wu Shiyi held his hand and tapped the iron ring on his neck with his fingertip. “You said that in the last cycle, I was a dog most of the time—at least, I was a dog in your eyes. You basically didn’t put a collar on me, so naturally, you wouldn’t have the habit of pulling on one.”

“Last time we met behind Noah’s back, you pulled my collar. That’s a small movement Noah hasn’t seen. You pulled it again this time, which proves you really are you.”

Wu Yao subconsciously moved his fingers, and Wu Shiyi leaned down close to his face. “Is this our exclusive friendship signal? Am I your most special friend? I’m honored.”

Wu Yao stared at him blankly, then suddenly laughed with a sense of relief.

He had thought too much. He shouldn’t have treated “Fifty Billion” as a human; a silly dog wouldn’t think that far.

Wu Shiyi looked down at him, the smile on his face gradually fading.

He tentatively cupped Wu Yao’s cheeks. Seeing no resistance, his fingertips slowly moved to the corner of his eye. “It’s not your fault that you couldn’t save them. You already did your best.”

Wu Yao looked up slightly. “Save them?”

“The police station in District C is controlled by Noah and couldn’t possibly come to support. The circus has many staff members, and Noah’s bodyguards are carrying guns. You witnessed the tragic state of the victims in the previous performance and knew they were destined to be tortured to death, yet you couldn’t save anyone. You took the opportunity to accept Noah’s request because you wanted to give them a easier, more dignified death, right?”

He wasn’t using an interrogative sentence; it was a declarative one.

“Personally sending the victims into the next cycle was the only solution at the time. They didn’t view you as a murderer; otherwise, that policeman wouldn’t have actively raised his head to cooperate with you before he died.”

Wu Yao curled his lips, wanting to laugh but failing to do so. “So you came all this way just to say these meaningless words?”

Wu Shiyi gazed down at him, his look exceptionally gentle. “If it can make you feel better, then these words have meaning. In my heart, you are very important.”

It didn’t work.

Wu Yao felt his whole body heating up, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He wanted to ask clearly but was inexplicably afraid, so he simply skipped the topic. “Killing is killing. You don’t need to find excuses for me.”

“I saw it clearly from the audience; you wanted to help them. If Paradise Island didn’t have cycles and those people were really going to die, could you have done it?”

Wu Yao pursed his lips and said nothing.

No matter how many worlds he experienced, he still felt this was an unsolvable problem. He didn’t know how to handle it when he first started his job, and he still couldn’t come up with an answer now.

The system clapped its hands, “Ouch, handsome, you usually look pretty smart. Why do you insist on holding a pot of sh!t over your own head now? Regardless of whether it’s right or wrong, hurry up and go along with his words!”

The thoughts hidden deep in his heart were all being spoken aloud by the other person. The feeling of being suddenly exposed to the sunlight was truly too uncomfortable.

No one had ever said such things to him. They all told him, “Killing is killing. No matter how much hardship or how many excuses you have, the person was killed by you. Explaining only makes you look hypocritical.”

Wu Yao took a deep breath, his tone gradually returning to calm. “You’re right, that’s exactly what I was thinking. I’m really happy and touched that you could catch up to comfort me. Noah is still waiting for me; I can’t be away for too long. You go first. Don’t worry about me; everything is fine.”

He pushed Wu Shiyi, and the man stepped back two paces following his force.

He felt his pocket as if wanting to say something, but in the end, he just smiled and nodded to Wu Yao. Leaving behind the phrase “Don’t be hard on yourself,” he turned and left the restroom.

Wu Yao subconsciously raised his hand but didn’t understand what he was trying to do.

The wooden door closed again. Wu Yao went back to the sink and vigorously washed his face a few times.

The system was sprinkling cumin on a small skewer, “Why are you being so awkward? Don’t be dejected; big brother will share a honey-glazed grilled human hoof with you!”

Wu Yao: …

The frequency of it eating skewers had clearly increased. It seemed the props weren’t selling again, so it had started consuming them itself.

Wu Yao knew he hadn’t handled things well this time; he wasn’t calm enough and had said many things he shouldn’t have.

This wasn’t a mistake a qualified worker should make. He would definitely control his emotions better next time.

Just then, the wooden door opened again. Wu Shiyi had returned. “I suddenly remembered something I forgot to tell you.”

“You’re smarter than me. I might not understand the things you do, but no matter what happens, I will always believe in you.”

He patted Wu Yao’s head, then turned and ran out again. Wu Yao froze in place, not recovering his senses for a long time.

Wu Shiyi hid behind a tree near the public toilet to peek. The middle-aged fat man looked where he was gazing; a long-haired man pushed open the door and walked out, heading toward the circus with an expressionless face.

His first reaction was that this person was truly beautiful, like a celebrity, and looked completely out of place in this filthy park.

After recognizing the man’s face, he gasped. “Holy sh!t, isn’t that the perverted maniac who was just killing people on stage? You’ve been squatting here half the day just for him? Boss, I know you can’t stand these things, but I beg you, even if you want to kill him, don’t do it now!”

Wu Shiyi turned his head with a darkened face, several times wanting to curse, and several times stopping himself.

“You don’t know the situation on Paradise Island. Many things shouldn’t be judged just by the surface. I think he is very good.”

The fat man nodded earnestly.

Whatever the leader says goes; no talking back.

Wu Shiyi touched his collar. “There’s no need to visit other places. Go find the fighting dogs you mentioned. We don’t have much time left.”

The circus didn’t have private rooms; Noah had taken over the backstage dressing room. When Wu Yao arrived, he was sitting on the sofa in a daze, his eyes dull and lifeless.

Hearing the footsteps, he slowly turned his head. “Washed clean?”

Wu Yao gave a perfunctory “Mhm.”

Noah laughed. “Some things cannot be washed away, Yao. The Creator gave humanity the evil of human nature, but also buried goodness deep within that nature. And the thing that triggers goodness is conscience. The first punishment one faces after killing is not the law, but one’s own conscience.”

“You think you can feel easier by washing away the bloodstains, but your conscience has been condemning you, even though you clearly know they will be resurrected in the next cycle.”

Noah walked behind Wu Yao and pressed down on his shoulders. “I can eliminate the evil in human nature, and naturally, I can also eliminate the good. I can let you cast off the shackles of morality and obtain true freedom.”

Wu Yao looked at him scrutinizingly, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest of the sofa. A few seconds later, he withdrew his gaze, suddenly feeling a bit bored.

Noah’s goal was far too easy to guess. Although he was crazy and perverted enough, he didn’t count as a qualified villain.

If the positions of the two sides were swapped—Noah and Wu Shiyi were in the righteous camp and Wu Yao were the villain—he would absolutely never let anyone see that he was a bad person.

He would build himself into a publicly recognized great philanthropist, then appropriately add some small flaws. A kind yet imperfect person is much more realistic.

He would make the twelve candidates trust him implicitly, then pick the most innocent candidate to brainwash, training them into his own puppet.

Electric shock brainwashing was too low-level. Wu Yao would only need to give him a few tiny hints.

He would make him treat guarding Paradise Island as his life’s goal, condemning and suppressing him with soft words, making him extreme and sensitive until he was alienated from everyone and could only treat Wu Yao as his sole reliance.

Before long, he would have an obedient little muddlehead. Regardless of whether the plan succeeded, he could retreat safely.

Becoming the Mayor was the worst move Noah could have made; he completely lost the chance to hide behind the scenes.

And what he needed most was precisely a hidden identity.

Noah began to show Wu Yao his results.

He clapped his hands, and several naked young people pushed open the door and walked in.

They hummed and spun in circles, like tireless flesh-colored spinning tops rotating on the floor.

Soon, someone couldn’t hold on anymore, spinning slower and slower as their body wobbled.

A girl couldn’t stand steadily and fell to the ground with a “thud.” She struggled a couple of times but couldn’t get up, so she just rolled back and forth on the floor.

The other victims seemed not to see her, continuing to spin on their own, stepping on the girl one foot after another.

The sound of bones breaking rang out, and one of the girl’s palms was soon crushed and deformed.

While spinning, her eyes met Wu Yao’s. Her hollow eyes suddenly gained a flicker of spirit, as if a doll had been injected with a soul.

The light flashed and vanished, and the girl continued to roll.

From those tear-filled eyes, Wu Yao saw her crying out.

She had seen the footage of his performance backstage. She was begging Wu Yao to save her, to kill her.

Wu Yao casually snatched a bodyguard’s pistol and fired several consecutive shots, sending away all the victims present.

The human tops finally stopped spinning, falling to the ground one after another and closing their eyes in relief.

The bodyguard had killed plenty of people while following Adam, yet he was so scared by Wu Yao’s gaze that he didn’t dare make a sound.

Wu Yao tossed the gun back, and the bodyguard hurriedly reached out to catch it.

Beside him came the sound of Adam clapping. “Beautiful, so beautiful! You were in such pain on the stage earlier, why have you become so contemptuous of life now?”

Wu Yao kicked the corpse at his feet. “A person always has to leave themselves a way out.”

“A way out…”

Noah nodded thoughtfully.

“These people are kind, submissive, harmless, and will never start a war. They are the first work I created after becoming a God—the most perfect humans.”

Wu Yao sneered and didn’t respond.

The system was gnawing on a skewer fiercely, “You bastard, can these people even be considered human! Xiao Yao, when we catch this grandson later, I’m going to beat him up severely!”

Wu Yao propped up his cheek, listening to Noah brainwash him.

“No need to wait for later. At the latest, tomorrow night, I’ll let you beat him to your heart’s content.”

The rotting corpse of the policeman swayed in the night wind. Wu Shiyi crouched in the grass, staring blankly into the distance.

A man walked out from a nearby tent and gave a familiar greeting, “Brother, taking a shit?”

Wu Shiyi was in a bad mood and found everyone in the park an eyesore.

Since there wasn’t a single good person here anyway, he looked around and directly kicked the man in the chest, knocking him unconscious.

The middle-aged fat man walked out from the shadows to help him drag the person away. Wu Shiyi changed positions and continued his contemplation.

Wu Yao was truly smart; every single thing he said was right.

“Only by finding Adam can we have a chance to turn the tables. Noah can neither kill Adam nor dare to let him maintain a human form. He definitely won’t let him be a stray dog either; the risk of exposure would be far too high.”

“In his cognition, as long as he controls me, the only one who can pose a threat to him is you. He will hide Adam, who has been turned into a fighting dog, in a very special place. Remember these characteristics.”

“A large number of fighting dogs are gathered there. No one will lend a helping hand to Adam; he can never escape. As long as you go there once, you will actively expose your whereabouts.”

Wu Shiyi gazed at the corpses in the distance.

The Hell Park perfectly fit Wu Yao’s description.

A fighting dog competition was held every night. When Adam needed to die, they would push him up to compete. The park was vast and filled with scumbags; even if Adam escaped the cage, he would be caught back.

If he hadn’t met Wu Yao in advance and known that the police station was already controlled by Noah, with his personality, he definitely would have gone to the police station in District C to report it.

“I will distract Noah, but that’s not enough. Have your friends cause some trouble for Noah.”

“The people you find must be one hundred percent trustworthy. I’ll describe their characteristics; you take note.”

Wu Yao had listed several types of friends for him, all of which could be matched one-to-one with the people around Wu Shiyi.

No. 3 and several friends had successfully distracted Noah’s attention. Just now, when both of them were inside the circus, Noah hadn’t discovered Wu Shiyi.

Wu Shiyi always felt that in Wu Yao’s eyes, he wasn’t a human, but a small pet that needed careful tending.

He chewed up the plan and fed it to him, fearing he wouldn’t understand or remember.

Recalling Adam’s words, a trace of confusion rose in Wu Shiyi’s eyes.

A few minutes ago, he and his friend had found the dog-fighting arena hidden in the park. It was full of dogs, and it was impossible to tell if Adam was among them.

The park’s dog-fighting competitions were very ordinary. The scumbags didn’t know the fighting dogs were actually human, and the True Knowledge Society didn’t sell apples here.

His friend was pacing in circles anxiously, not knowing where to look. Wu Shiyi, however, felt a small piece of apple wrapped in a napkin in his pocket.

When Wu Shiyi escaped from the True Knowledge Society, he swiped one to give to Wu Yao.

Wu Yao had pushed him in the toilet and stuffed a piece of apple back into his pocket.

Wu Shiyi ate the apple, and the world before his eyes changed accordingly.

He saw a crimson sky, ruined buildings, charred corpses, and Adam—curled up in a cage, his face burned beyond recognition, his tongue cut out, and his eyes gouged out, making him almost unrecognizable as human.

Wu Shiyi lightly touched his scarred face, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Adam seemed to feel his sadness and sympathy. He let out ten intermittent whimpers, and his fingers slid across Wu Shiyi’s palm, telling him everything.

Paradise Island didn’t exist at all. This place was just a virtual world woven from the memories of thirty thousand people—a great dream.

Even though it was the first time Wu Shiyi had heard of such a thing, he didn’t find it absurd at all.

A wave of uncontrollable sadness rose from the depths of his heart, as if he had known everything all along.