"What is HIVC?"

Anthony. Hopkins put down the newspaper and raised his eyebrows, he was a little surprised, before that, he had never thought that his wife's twin sister, Sasha's aunt, would take the initiative to talk to him, and it was not insulting or cursing: "The full name of HIVC is growth hormone inhibitor, and it was invented seventy years ago, only three years after the birth of HIV, an artificial growth hormone catalyst, so there have always been people who think that they are twin brothers or sisters produced in a laboratory, and it is true. Their components are amazingly similar - but their effect is just the opposite, HGH can promote the growth and development of living things, while HIVC can control and suppress it, very interesting, they all work in the same way, they are both deceptive, the former can wake up the pituitary cells that secrete growth hormone and urge them to resume production, while the latter will 'tell' the pituitary cells that their work is over and they can go to sleep comfortably......" He smiled and made a gesture: "Okay, it went to sleep, The development and growth of the organism was naturally interrupted – some people used it on animals that had not yet grown up, artificially creating teacup cats, saucer dogs, and pygmy horses – and their value would be doubled by hundreds or thousands, and the animal protectionists were indignant at this, and tried to stop the epidemic of this "medicine", and they thought of many ways, and finally biologists proved that it had the same effect not only on animals, but also on humans - the court upheld their assertion, HIVC is considered an illegal 'drug' in three-fifths of the western continent, and its sale and use are punishable by three to five years in prison, oh I mean, on animals. Use the reader,! ”

He blinked curiously: "What, did you receive any special little gifts?" ”

"Is it possible to make a reversal?"

Hopkins turned his head to look left and right, and he caught a glimpse of a cluster of shiny grapes on the plate, which he picked cautiously, plucking one from it to hide behind the others. The small, bruised fruit is held up in front of the gray eyes: "Do you think it can go back to the vine and continue to grow?" If we could, the tragedy caused by HIVC could be reversed. ”

“…… Thank you. Catherine said.

"Please answer a few questions from me." Dr. Hopkins stopped her, "Now that I've answered your question, Catherine, I want to know what you're thinking, how you're feeling—I mean, little Sasha, and you're surprised and angry when you see him, though only for a moment. It's good that you're in control now, Catherine, but it's amazing that you haven't said or done anything since. ”

"What do you think I should do?" Catherine asked rhetorically, "Kidnap him, threaten him, spank him?" Mr. Hopkins, the wood is done. Sasha is fourteen years old, and I already know that what I did before was wrong," she hesitated for a moment: "...... I know what to do now. ”

"Well, the second question," Anthony. Hopkins said, "Who are you asking me this question for?" Xiren. Yes or no? ”

Catherine was silent for a few seconds: "Yes." ”

"Oh." "One last question, but you don't necessarily need to answer, it's just a reminder, what did she say to you other than HIVC?" "As a ghoul, he would have liked to see his rivals have such a dragging one, but now that they're in the same boat, he'll have to think a little more about it, especially when his cute hungry little Sasha is in the middle of it.

Catherine was more troublesome than her sister, Hopkins's wife—she was always swaying back and forth on that thread. Hesitating, her sense of justice is not enough to counter her selfishness, but when she should be selfish, she will look forward and backward because of undue pity and sympathy, sometimes she is vulnerable and vulnerable, and sometimes she is impulsive and irritating.

“…… She said something to me," Catherine swallowed, "...... But I don't think that matters. ”

So she lied, she lied to Siren.

She promised Xiren to let her run away at a suitable opportunity, but in fact she wouldn't. She was in the same league as those bodyguards and Glegri, and they wouldn't allow Xiren to slip out of their palms: "What do you think Xiren will do in the future?" She asked hesitantly, "This is her last show." ”

"Her record income has accumulated to rival the amount of foreign exchange reserves of a small country," Hopkins said slowly, "and the gifts that her admirers gave her, which Gregory could not take away." Villas, yachts, private jets and even land, she can live the rest of her life comfortably. If interested, she can also write memoirs, publish books and make films with herself as the main character; She can marry a man after Glegri withdraws her insurance, she can't have children herself, but she can adopt an entire group of children, she can afford to raise them - she has a lot more to live than you do, Catherine. "She should be glad, Catherine, that she will be able to live every day of the next fifty years on her own terms—something that seven billion people in the world dream of." ”

"Is that you, too?"

Hopkins glanced at her, indifferent and calm, and there was not even the slightest hint of fear in it, but Catherine took a step back almost at the same time, and she took her hand.

Anthony. Hopkins suddenly pouted slightly, then "revealed" a vague smile, "You always make me feel good, Catherine," he waved softly with an expression that looked like he had seen a glass of expired milk, "and the conversation ended. My dear, please turn back and leave my room. ”

Catherine left the room, and as she walked through the hallway she met Sasha and Beelzebub, her nephew who was already very tall, "Beelzebub, this is Catherine, my mother's sister. He tilted his head to introduce the dark-skinned boys beside him, and Catherine smiled at them, and Beelzebub returned with a rather sweet smile.

"Where have you been?" Catherine tried to make her voice sound less harsh, she had read the book and knew that boys of this age were the most averse to restraint and surveillance: "I want to ask you to go fishing...... And crabs. She pretended to reach out and lightly touched Sasha's face, which was cold and wet. He didn't dodge, and Catherine breathed a sigh of relief.

"Still no," Sasha said, "we don't have much time." After dinner, there is also a dress rehearsal. ”

"That's a shame." Catherine said, "I'm sorry," and replied too quickly—she had discovered the question herself, so she took a deep breath and added salvagely, "I don't think I had ever been to a rehearsal—I thought ......." ”

"Well, she doesn't need to," Sasha smiled, and for the past few days Glegri had used Siren as a model for a wonderful life to proclaim the ultimate of human beings—she was like a goddess, and everyone had to accommodate her ideas and arguments. She was free to do whatever she wanted—even the recording depended on her mood, her assistant and nanny were waiting outside the studio with all sorts of things, soda and couch were brought into the studio, she screamed at the microphone, nearly ruined the sound engineer's ear, and threw an ashtray in the makeup artist's face. Nearly broke the bridge of her nose. She didn't want to go to the rehearsal, so Glegri found her a stand-in, and he asked the stand-in to act as Siren on stage, and then recorded the whole rehearsal and showed it to Siren - she just had to attend the last rehearsal. When it comes to the concert, the director, the band and other staff will do their best to cooperate with her.

"Do you feel a little envious?" Beelzebub said. He had been soaking in the sun-soaked waters for the past few days, and his skin had darkened again.

"That's not a good treat...... Sasha said, putting a small piece of crumpled but delicious baked apple in his mouth, "that would be a good reason." ”

"What?"

"Gregory might prove that she is still mentally ill," Hopkins said thoughtfully, "but that might be a good thing...... Glegri would find her a sanatorium with the most beautiful scenery, where it would be better to live peacefully for decades than to die now. ”

Beelzebub's fork was inserted into the small strawberry cake, "Is it because of money?" He puffed out his cheeks and tried to swallow the small three-inch square cake directly into his stomach - Xiren had been judged to be incapacitated for civil conduct, and the law of the Western Continent stipulated that such a person should be protected by her guardian for his person, property and other legitimate rights and interests, but the guardian was not allowed to dispose of the ward's property except for the benefit of the ward. Oh. Note that, in other words, he has at his disposal the property if what he does will not harm the ward's interests.

"Yes," said Dr. Hopkins, "and Gregory is good at avoiding danger and how to take just the right amount of risk." He took down the newspaper that covered his entire face, let it stop at the chin and made a little grimace. That's a lot of money. ”

"What stupid thing did she do?"

"Siren managed to find a well-known psychiatrist and psychoanalytic theorist to prove that she was cured," Sasha said, "and she almost succeeded, and if she did, she would have been able to get back nearly 1.5 billion yuan in real estate, investments, shares, and the rights to the songs from Gregory." ”

"There's really nothing left of that Glegri." "It took a lot of effort for him to get this thing right," Hopkins said. ”

"What you want me to say. He is ashamed of his name," said Beelzebub. He heard Sasha say about Xiren, and that stupid agent should have done it a long time ago - I'm really curious about how he got over the past few years, none of the strangers are easy to deal with, and Xiren's ability is pervasive, as long as she can still speak.

"It's no wonder that Glegri, six years ago Xiren was on the rise, a shining star, with countless wealth and glory behind him, at that time he had been cultivating her for four whole years, and he was about to win a big victory, but he was reluctant to destroy her like this."

"And now?"

"Saturation," Hopkins said, "everything is going to be saturated, and in the past two years, the number of records sold by Xiren has been declining, and while new believers are constantly joining, the old believers are losing faster - think about it, children, Xiren has been singing for a whole decade, ten years, enough for a teenager or girl to start a family and have children, they have become other people's parents, their way of life and entertainment is inevitably changed, and some of them may be able to support Xiren, Some are out of their minds, and their children," Dr. Hopkins shook his head, "Very few kids will appreciate the music and video of their parents' generation, it's so outdated, they'll be laughed at, and it's going to take at least twenty years until they're old enough to start playing nostalgia, so ......"

"That's why this will be the last concert."

"Well, yes, it's a farewell party." Hopkins said.

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)