It was DuPont who came to greet Hopkins and Bissandi.

Brian. DuPont took several months off school because of the "water heater explosion" accident, which is why we can still see him in Manchester in the new year.

He seemed pleased to be able to see Sasha and Beelzebub, and Sasha noticed that behind him stood Lore (Mr.) with Douglas, Bo'er. Douglas. He glanced at Beelzebub, and Beelzebub flew Chiz. Carson's half-skull thing, based on their relationship with Cade. The partnership between Carson and Chiz. Carson's tense and irascible relationship with his mother, Cade. Carson had no intention of pursuing the matter - he hadn't even confided in Mrs. Carson, and Miss Douglas, who was three months pregnant and was planning to become Mrs. Carson again within the week, only knew that her daughter had unfortunately been one of the victims of many robberies and murders, and that her personal doctor had told her not to have too many mood swings, so she did not even attend her daughter's funeral.

The other funeral she was unable to attend belonged to her father, Mr. Douglas Sr., who had accidentally fallen into the water while fishing in the river and had his feet entangled in the weeds at the bottom of the river, and had been found only after he had been soaking for nearly forty-eight hours—a little complicated, but nothing surprising to put it bluntly—Chiz. Carson had described more than once in front of Sasha and Catherine that old Mr. Douglas loved and valued her, Sasha could not take risks, old Mr. Douglas was not inferior to the Carson family, had a wide range of connections, and Beelzebub's actions were likely to be regarded as a provocation by him, so he contacted Catherine, and Catherine summoned Boa's puppy, Boa. Douglass murdered his relatives with ease—not without his benefit. The heirs named in Mr. Douglas Sr.'s will were buried before him, so his vast fortune was distributed sensibly (thanks to Mr. Douglas Sr., who never thought of linking his estate to any charitable organization), and Boa's father was given a piece of fat meat, and he may not have known his son's role in it, but he was very generous enough to give Boaa a small apartment on the edge of the rose forest.

It's a good idea to let Boa, when she really can't stand it (and he's addicted), she can roll around in a closed room alone and curse Catherine and her abilities without worrying about being questioned by her roommate's strange gaze.

Mr. Lohr was a little overdone with joy. Not only did he shake hands with two brand-new second-graders. Trying to hug Sasha, Sasha had to take the large canvas bag on his right shoulder and hand it to Beelzebub to complete the passionate physical contact ritual, "I haven't thanked you for helping my sister in the hospital bombing." "When you're settled," explained Mr. Lorre, "you'll have to allow me to give you a small gift." He winked at Sasha, indicating that the gift wasn't as small as it sounded.

"What do you think that would be?" On the way to their shared room (the second-graders were finally able to choose their own room), Beelzebub asked.

"Lions." Sasha replied briefly, cautiously keeping quiet when confronted by fellow dorm students.

Their rooms are specially arranged. It was the one furthest away from the other students, probably taking Beelzebub into account. Bisandi's new identity.

"I thought they would let me in by the way. Given that we have always been anxious about Meng. Beelzebub said, closing the door to the room.

"It should have been fine." "But now—anyway, the Lions are ostensibly just a student club, and having an heir to 'Don' in it doesn't mean much," Sasha said. But if it's a 'Don', it's a pretty nasty joke that can cause a lot of problems. He reached out and pressed the unlarge-looking canvas bag, which squirmed a little.

Sasha unfastens the buckle of the canvas bag. Lift the cloth and take out the bulging ball of flesh from inside.

Beelzebub almost wrote three words of disapproval on the back of his head.

A word was projected into Sasha's mind. *excretion* (all subsequent conversations with * are consciousness projections)

Sasha carried it to the bathroom.

"Where did it learn to speak so softly?" Beelzebub said. There is no doubt that he also received it.

*You have to learn how to project only one person* Sasha said to the bug that after months of a normal and nutritious diet, the little one weighed a lot, and the smell and color of the feces and urine were not very strange, that is, they needed to be cleaned after each excretion, so Sasha bought a few packs of baby hand towels to wipe the excrement mouth, which was softer than anywhere else, and then to Beelzebub: "Probably the days when I followed my father." He replied.

* Hmm, try. *

Sasha has never taken care of children, but it is not difficult to learn this, the difficult thing is that it requires a lot of patience and care, fortunately the little bug is not an ordinary baby, it is very smart, very strong, obedient, and can do dozens of hours without making a sound.

* Juice or milk? *

*Cranberry juice*

*We don't have cranberries, only apples*

*Cranberry*

Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and a dazed sophomore stood in the doorway with a bottle of cranberry juice in his hand.

"Oh, thank you," said Beelzebub, who went to open the door, "Hello, I am Beelzebub. Bissandi, he is Sasha. Hopkins, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Tom. Jones, uh...... Yes, I'm glad to meet you too. The young man with freckles on both sides of his nose handed over the cranberry juice in his hand, apparently not knowing why he was standing in front of his new roommate's door with a bottle of juice.

In five minutes, the door closed for the second time, and Sasha pulled back the blanket from her bed, slapping the plump pink buttocks as she annoyed her consciousness into some overdeveloped little head.

*You could do it again,*Sasha" said, "I'll throw you out of my dorm room and leave you with the frozen salmon in the kitchen fridge, you're similar enough anyway." *

*Whispered sobs* and then *No, no, no......

"Sasha, I hear you." Beelzebub said.

*Oh. God, shut up*

Beelzebub rolled her eyes at the ceiling, which is why Sasha failed to fulfill her preface. Chiz. Carson's body was infected by a virus that carried the Psychic gene, and the baby (who forced himself not to use the "monster") absorbed her blood and venom through the umbilical cord for eight months, just as the children born to a woman with AIDS were invariably sick with AIDS, which was unhealthy from the embryonic stage. A strange and exotic genetic virus that is more ferocious than HIV has distorted its body. This has led to a mutation of its abilities - Chiz's ability can be traced all the way back to the "head" of the institution and Catherine, who can enter the consciousness of others and leave what she wants and needs to leave behind, while Sasha's ability reads, strengthens, and weakens the memories, thoughts, and emotions of others. And in doing so, they amplify their abilities (which is a bit adrenaline-pumping, only much stronger) - their abilities combine and mutate to create such a powerful monster.

It had no limbs and was blind. It's deaf, and any person or animal can easily kill it. But it has been able to read the emotions and thoughts of others, determine whether they are harmful to itself, and control them to do what it asks them to do.

At first Sasha left it to Anthony. Hopkins, as a result, half a dozen people were controlled by it. Dr. Hopkins has to confuse the memories one by one after recovering it - not everyone can tenaciately ignore a deformed child who can manipulate themselves - and since Sasha doesn't want to kill it, then his problems are left to him.

After a short but necessary discussion, Sasha decided to take it back to the dormitory. Luckily, it doesn't cry like a normal baby, and it doesn't die because of a lack of quilts or milk.

*No requests* Sasha "said". * I'll give it to you, but don't ask for anything, any! *

The little monster lifted its body, its face and ass flushed, and if it hadn't been for its eyes, its tears would have been able to wet the entire sheet.

"Chirp." It says. Aggrievedly agreed.

"It can't speak?" Beelzebub asked curiously.

"Yes," Sasha gave it apple juice, *only apple juice*, and he said sternly in his consciousness, "The mouthpiece has developed like a normal one-year-old, but we don't need him to speak for the time being." ”

***

"It looks perfect," Glegri said, surveying the baby, who was snow-white, with pale eyebrows that looked like they had never grown, eyes that were light reddish-brown, and hair that was fluffy like marshmallows, and who had been given sixteen years and a siren again.

"Is she like Siren enough?" Xiren's former homo economicus asked, "I mean, that wonderful sound?" ”

"There is no guarantee," said the technician, "that the genes of the clones are exactly the same as the originals, and only for ordinary people—the clones of the aliens have a high rate of mutation, and the abilities of the ontology are not well preserved like normal reproductive inheritance, and it is normal for them to change, weaken, or even disappear—I can only say that this is by far the best one." ”

Glegri looked at his old friend.

The baby babbled, waving her little fists, her feet, and listening carefully, her voice was indeed more tender and crisp than the other babies - there were about a hundred embryos before her, but unfortunately the rate of distortion in the later development reached 97 percent, and two were normal, but both died before the full moon.

"The best one." His old friend said, "Trust me. ”

So, it will take at least ten years, no, eight years, six years, as long as six years, Grigeri calculated, Xiren wasted too much of his time, and besides, people are tired of seeing the Ice Queen, how about this he has to find another way, how about a little devil bastard with a dissolute nature? also has albinism, but also has a fan, a doll-like flat body, a immature little face, a pure and immaculate voice, but has the lewd eyes and wild demeanor of a prostitute who has been in the skin business for more than ten years, inside and outside, this will be a strong contrast, there will be people interested, of course, you have to try to bypass the law and public opinion, but Grigley always has a way.

In case, yes, there must be in case, if something goes wrong in the past six years, then Gregory may not be unable to recover the loss, the witch doctor by the big lake offered 1.75 million yuan for a complete body of an albino patient, and with the attention of the outside world to the body chain of the albino patient, this price will rise, at least this fee alone can still earn back.

"And another?" That's the big deal, Glegri.

"That?" His old friend shook his head: "That's not going to work. ”

"I know somebody got Sasha. Hopkins' sperm has made a child," Gregory said disappointed, "I thought it wouldn't be difficult for you to clone a Hopkins." ”

"The time has not yet come, my dear Glegri," said his old friend, "the time has not yet come. ”

(To be continued)

Upcoming Episode:

"Take off your clothes," said a young man's voice, "and don't have a single one left." ”

***

The stone manger was filled with ice water and ice cubes, and the new entrant was mercilessly pushed down by a dozen pairs of hands, who made sure to submerge him completely. The black silk blindfold pressed against his eyes.

***

"The last step," said the man, "eats it." ”

It was an unusually fresh piece of meat, unprocessed and cooked, with a strong smell of blood.

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Author's note: Because I saw someone asking about the little lich - that, the lamb will end during the Spring Festival holiday, then the next is the story of the little lich, to be exact, the story of the little lich's half-lich mentor, because it is necessary to determine the relationship between the outline and the manuscript, it will probably need to be delayed for about a month, that is to say, the beginning of the new article will probably be in early April, and the first ten days will be put every day, and then the daily update will be maintained.

Hey, I really want to write that article, the lamb is too dark, and the person who wrote it finds it unbearable, and next time I won't find myself guilty......

Bow and thank you all for your support, please continue to support me ha!

ps: There will be a voting campaign launched during the Spring Festival, well, it's probably the name of the half-lich mentor story, it will still be a very simple name, four, please choose one, thank you again, I wish you a happy New Year, and a happy family! (To be continued)