[It hurts, it hurts! 】

The pain of being pierced through the body by the skateboard was transmitted to every cell of Witt, and the weakness of tinnitus and nausea quickly penetrated through the body, finally pulling consciousness into a blank and then darkness. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Until, with an annoying "beep, beep" sound in his ears, Witt frowned, flickered his eyelids twice, and opened his eyes.

The right hand slapped on the thermostat frame made of titanium and light gold, and the balance control system of the whole room immediately operated silently, mobilizing the sleepable environment, changing from a dark room color to a warm light that woke up early, the temperature increased by 3.5, the humidity decreased by 10.4, and the intelligent system of the washbasin was immediately turned on, and the toiletries were immediately in place.

[Damn! Again......] Witt rubbed his messy hair and fell to the ground impatiently, starting to walk back and forth anxiously.

[No, everyone here will attack me, and there is no solution to this situation. Witt bit his index knuckle irritably, a small action he used to do when he began to go berserk, the last time he was in such a state was when he was a teenager.

Time passed unconsciously, and the voice of the housekeeper Russell sounded through the internal communication system on the wall as promised, instructing: "Master Witt, Mrs. and Master stayed in the East Pavilion last night, and the two of them have been waiting for you to have breakfast in the restaurant on the first floor. ”

As soon as he heard this, Witt couldn't help but raise his leg and kick the mattress hard, clenching his fists.

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Now that he knew what was going to happen next, Witt couldn't sit still. He searched around the house and finally found a Swiss Army knife in the drawer of his desk, which he had bought for self-defense when he had gone skiing in Europe a few years earlier, although it was not dangerous at all in those days.

Opting for a casual outfit and tucking the knife in his hoodie pocket, Witt began to walk downstairs.

Walking down the spiral staircase, to the dining area on the first floor, two parents are sitting at opposite ends of the dining table, and the food on the table is gorgeous, everything is the same as before.

Witt sat down in the center of the table expressionlessly, waiting for Russell to meticulously lay out the cloth for himself, but without the slightest appetite or urge to pick up a knife and fork. His ears only "buzzed" with the repetitive monotonous dialogues of his parents.

"I heard that your research institute has made a breakthrough in the project of gene grafting and evolution?"

"Yes, the human genetic grafting we worked on a white monkey had an effect, and the monkey began to learn the language and is now able to communicate with us in English very simply."

"When will this project be commercially available? It has been ten years, and my family's investment in this has exceeded 10 billion, you have to know how to stop in moderation. ”

"Of course I know, otherwise how would I be working without night or night, today's breakthrough is unprecedented, you just wait and see."

Hearing this, Witt unconsciously felt a wave of nausea, this repetitive plot had pulled him to the bloody that was about to develop, so that not only could he not eat anything, but after a period of fever and dizziness, he actually retched and vomited a burst of sour water......

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"Wit, are you alright?" The mother turned her gaze completely to him and stood up with the knife and fork in her hand.

"yes, Wit, are you alright?" As he spoke, his father clutched the utensils and straightened up.

Witt wanted to say "I'm fine", but he couldn't stop retching. When he looked up slightly, his mother was already standing diagonally behind him, still holding the knife.

"Witt...... "Mother's voice completely pulled Witt's attention back.

His head only felt buzzing, and almost reflexively grasped the cleaver on the table, stabbing it at his mother's throat......