Chapter 492 Ignorance Is Bliss

Perturabo finally came to his senses after staring blankly at the broken blanket. He had no control over the strength of his hands because he didn't know the maximum bearing capacity of the object.

Novelty, ignorant novelty!

Perturabo was so excited that he touched every object in the room with his hands. Stools, tables, bed boards, walls, light bulbs, buttons. Just touching with his hands was not enough, Perturabo sniffed with his nose and tasted with his tongue. He was immersed in the joy of exploration and couldn't extricate himself, just like a newborn baby exploring the world.

The door opened again, and Lin Fan pushed a cart in, with a huge steak on it, and chopped fruits in another bowl.

Two bowls of mashed potatoes and green vegetables were placed at the bottom of the cart, and the tableware was a large size specifically for Perturabo, which was not much different from a dagger and pitchfork.

"If you're hungry, eat something. If you really don't want to stay, there's a boat outside, and everything is ready for you."

"Ha!" Perturabo jumped up. He felt that he had seen through Lin Fan's trick. "Are you retreating to advance? You want me to serve you with such a despicable means? Hahaha! You're dreaming!"

".Psycho." Lin Fan glanced at Perturabo unhappily, closed the door and left with disgust.

Perturabo was a little bit confused when he saw this. He maintained an awkward posture, and finally came to the dining car and carefully picked up the knife and fork with his hands.

The cold texture of the metal made Perturabo feel familiar and strange. He used the knife and fork to cut the huge steak a little clumsily. His fork was wearing a delicious and juicy piece of meat, and his eyes were fixed on the beautiful juice on the meat.

What would this taste like?

Perturabo's hands were shaking a little. His hands could suppress the most violent artillery fire, but now they were shaking under a piece of unknown meat.

When it entered the mouth, a light burnt aroma was first tasted by the tongue, and then the oil in the meat was squeezed out by the teeth. The fragrance of the fruit covered the greasy taste very well, leaving only a wonderful taste with endless aftertaste.

Perturabo ate happily. He cut the steak in three or five minutes, just like dividing the war zone on the map. Mashed potatoes and chopped fruit were his soldiers and supplies, distributed in the war zone.

This meal was eaten as if the diner was as comfortable as a general.

Swallowing this complex dish in big mouthfuls, Perturabo felt unprecedented satisfaction and calmness.

When he reacted, there was only a clean bowl in front of him, and the food had been filled in his stomach long ago.

This is too out of control. Maybe he was watching me in the dark and recording these embarrassing scenes! It must be like this. The room is full of surveillance cameras he set up!

Haha!

Perturabo chuckled. No one knew better than him how to set up various traps and traps in the room. It was like setting up clever minefields, barbed wire and bunkers in a war zone, but the scope was smaller.

Here!

Perturabo lifted the table and looked for possible monitors in the gap.

Here!

Perturabo lay under the bed again, looking for despicable things in the darkness with the intuition of war. No matter what, he was busy now.

But what Perturabo didn't expect was that Lin Fan and Odemayer used the oldest monitoring method. They pressed their ears against the wall and felt the various movements coming from the room.

"I say, can this big fool do it?" Odemayer was tired of the noise in the room, and she yawned.

These days, she has been busy laying controllable Geller positions for various production lines and adjusting the production line blueprints. She has been so busy that she doesn't even have time to drink a few sips of coffee.

Even with the strong body of a golden man, her face now looks extremely haggard, with deep dark circles and eye bags, which is consistent with the appearance of any person who works too late.

"Hey, I have a good grasp of his personality, just wait and see." Lin Fan laughed, "Perturabo has been used all his life, being asked to do this and that, and we just don't give him any tasks, just whetting his appetite here. Moreover, he is a twisted person with a tangled personality, stubborn and paranoid, and the more he is not allowed to do something, the less he will do it."

"What's next?"

"Next? Just leave him alone, he will convince himself, he loves to fantasize, and he is always autistic."

"Well, I'll go to sleep first, and ask Dilia to take over my job."

Lin Fan watched Odemeier yawn and leave, and he went to find Dilia.

Perturabo searched everywhere in the room, making the room messy. He sat in the middle of the blanket that was broken into two pieces and found that he found nothing.

There is no surveillance. What on earth is he going to do?

Perturabo set his sights on the gate, which looked so light and fragile. But this is probably a scam. Once he tries to push the gate, he will feel as heavy and solid as a fine gold explosion-proof door.

This is a prison. No matter how good it looks, it is tailor-made for him!

Haha! I will show you how the Lord of Steel smashes this door that you think is solid!

Perturabo glanced around and did not find any materials that can be used for processing. These things made of wood are still strong, but they are far from being called solid.

As a last resort, Perturabo could only put his hand on the door first and exert a little force to feel the weight of the door.

The door was pushed open, and Perturabo didn't even feel that he had exerted any effort.

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A very complicated expression was covered by Perturabo's tightly closed lips. He lowered his head and was silent for a while, then thought that there must be a fortress outside, a solid death fortress, used to imprison him, a dangerous traitor.

He figured it all out.

Perturabo looked around, he walked through the corridor, and then he was called.

"Sir?"

Perturabo quickly turned around and stared at the newcomer with a fierce look. I saw four people pulling a car towards him.

These people had no weapons. The person who was suspected to be the leader of the four said to Perturabo, "Sir, if you want to leave, you still have something to take." Standing aside, exposing the vehicle, Perturabo could see a simple hammer on the car.

A subtle feeling made Perturabo recognize that this was the furnace breaker. The four pushed the car in front of him, bowed to him and left. Perturabo picked up the hammer from the car thoughtfully.

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