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At this time, after the middle-aged man handed over the notebook, a look of watching a good show appeared on the faces of the people around him.

Wang Jingcheng also noticed that there was no longer anyone queuing behind the middle-aged man, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed to queue up. Coupled with the age of the middle-aged man, Wang Jingcheng looked at him and asked, "Are you the professor here?" ”

"You're not a student here, are you?" The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "I'm Chris Boone, and I'm teaching bioengineering at Loyola. ”

After Chris introduced himself, he slightly raised the notebook in his hand and said with a smile: "I see that you seem to be very interested in bioengineering, this is a record of all my research on bioengineering over the years, how long do you plan to rent it?" ”

The notebook in his hand was not at the same level as the other students, like an encyclopedia.

Wang Jingcheng looked at the other party calmly, if this person didn't lie, the value of this notebook was probably very great, and the notes of those students around him were far away.

Although I don't know the purpose of this Chris to join in the fun, Wang Jingcheng will certainly not let go of this kind of very valuable note.

Reaching out to take the note, Wang Jingcheng took out $2O and handed it to Chris.

Chris didn't shirk, simply put away the $2o, and then looked at Wang Jingcheng with interest.

Wang Jingcheng flipped through his notes and looked at them as if no one else had them.

Because the notes are too thick, at least hundreds of pages, when Wang Jingcheng looked at the notes of those students before, he pretended to turn a page and stay for seven or eight seconds, in fact, he only needed to record it with his eyes, and he didn't need to understand it at all to turn it into a memory and store it in his mind.

And now, this notebook of hundreds of pages is current, Wang Jingcheng no longer cares about the eyes of the people around him, and quickly flips it!

Bang ......

The notebook is about to turn the pages, just like an ordinary person visiting a bookstore, holding the pages in one hand and turning the book at will like counting money in the other, Wang Jingcheng can turn a few pages in one second.

But Rao was so fast, it took Wang Jingcheng five or six minutes to finish the book, which was a few hundred pages.

When he finished flipping through the notebook, a piece of information suddenly generated in Wang Jingcheng's mind:

[The biology database has been replenished.] 】

Every science is like a language, and the general basic knowledge is those alphabet phonetic transcriptions. After learning, the next step is how to use it, and different methods of use can form different sentences and vocabulary.

It's the same with biology, there are so many general basic knowledge, and if you learn it, you can conduct research, and as for whether you can research what results can be achieved, it will take countless times to use various organisms to accumulate the number of jù obtained.

After reading Chris's notebook, Wang Jingcheng can be regarded as having mastered the basic knowledge of biology and is qualified to start research.

However, in order to analyze the characteristics of the monster baby gene and find a way to solve the problem of being swallowed and assimilated, it is also necessary to find out a large number of biological real genes, and use the number jù of these research reports as the basis to find out the animal genes that are similar to the characteristics of the monster baby genes, and finally carry out various realizations to find out the weaknesses of this gene.

After doing this, you can try it on Wang Jingcheng.

Wang Jingcheng is looking for his parents in this life, just to get some biological real number jù, a big country like the United States, there must be a special biological research base, which probably has the gene number of most organisms in the world.

As long as he has these gene numbers, Wang Jingcheng believes that with the strength of his brain, he will definitely be able to quickly find the number of genes similar to the genetic characteristics of the strange baby, so as to find a way to solve his problem.

However, this path has clearly failed.

"Done?"

A magnetic voice sounded, and Wang Jingcheng looked up and saw Chris, who was a head taller than him, frowning slightly and looking at the notebook in his hand that had flipped to the end.

"I'm done."

Wang Jingcheng replied and handed the notebook back to Chris.

Still frowning slightly, Chris took the notebook and said, "What's the point of you doing this?" ”

Chris obviously didn't believe that Wang Jingcheng, who was so casually flipping through it, could read this notebook. Before, he was still curious about Wang Jingcheng's behavior, although it was a little faster to look through the notebooks of those students, but it could be seen that he knew all this knowledge, so he was so fast.

As a result, Chris suddenly came up with the idea of taking his notes to the queue.

But now, seeing Wang Jingcheng flipping through his notes so casually and quickly, and then he actually said that he had read it!

This made Chris a little upset.

This guy is obviously putting on a show, just trying to get noticed by people with his weird behavior and uploading it to the Internet as a video.

Thinking of this, Chris turned his head to look at the people around him who were taking videos with mobile phones and other things, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart, I actually followed the nonsense.

After a moment of frustration in his heart, Chris smiled again: "It's also quite interesting." ”

Wang Jingcheng naturally understood Chris's thoughts, and he was not prepared to explain anything.

Now that the biology database had been replenished, there was no need for him to stay in Loyola any longer.

Putting the paper away, Wang Jingcheng turned around and prepared to leave.

But before he could turn around, a fresh scent suddenly filled the air, and a shadow passed past him and came to Chris. Affectionately holding Chris's arm, he shouted with a smile:

"Daddy."

Wang Jingcheng was slightly stunned, and the person who came here was actually Tina who accompanied him to the infirmary after Splita was cut down yesterday.

However, although they met here by chance, Wang Jingcheng did not plan to say hello.

Turning to leave, Wang Jingcheng headed towards the outside of Loyola University.

"Huh?"

Tina, who was holding Chris's arm, suddenly sighed softly, her eyes were in front of Wang Jingcheng's back, looking at Wang Jingcheng's departing back, she was slightly puzzled: "This person ......"

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his daughter looking at the young man in front of him, Chris asked aloud, he didn't want his daughter to have anything to do with this potential "performance art" family.

"He seems to be from our school."

After all, it was only a day later, and Tina quickly remembered Wang Jingcheng.

So he told his father about Wang Jingcheng's slashing in Split.

"He's actually a student of Split?"

After Chris listened, his eyes that looked at Wang Jingcheng's gradually distant back suddenly had an inexplicable light.

……

Night falls, Harahan district.

In a leather goods store on an unnamed street.

Surrounded by leather coats, Mr. Wang sat on a shabby stretch of sand and watched a small TV playing a comedy drama with a fat aunt on the counter with her chin in her hand.

The fat aunt was amused by the plot from time to time and laughed, and occasionally glanced back at Wang Jingcheng.

At this time, the wall clock on the wall showed the time at more than 8:50.

“Look_inside，Look_inside_your_tiny_mind……”

A piece of upbeat music sounded again.

Wang Jingcheng took out his mobile phone and looked at Wang Zhiwei's call above, this is the sixteenth time.

Soon after he came out of Loyola University, Wang Zhiwei began to call, and after he answered the first one, Wang Zhiwei on the other side asked him if he really wanted to continue to put on a face and lose his temper, Wang Jingcheng hung up the phone without replying, and then Wang Zhiwei called again, but he didn't answer.

So, it evolved into Wang Zhiwei making a phone call after a while.

From Wang Jingcheng's bus from Loyola University in New Orleans to the Harrahan district next door, Wang Zhiwei's phone call would come every once in a while.

Looking at the phone, Wang Jingcheng hung up the phone again and turned off the phone.

He didn't want to be playing black boxing for a while, and suddenly his phone rang, and it was still this kind of ringtone.

A few minutes after the shutdown, an old man wearing reading glasses walked out of a room at the back of the store.

The old man was white-haired, wearing a cobbler's apron, and came out with a leather mask in his hand.

"Guest, what you wanted." The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Jingcheng immediately got up and took the mask from the old man's hand.

The mask is black, leather, revealing the eyes, the nose is reticulated, breathable, and the mouth has a zipper, which can be opened or not. At the same time, the toughness of the mask is very good, Wang Jingcheng took it in his hand and tried to pull it, it was very strong. It's just that the workmanship is a little rough and sloppy.

Wang Jingcheng tried to put on the full-length mirror that came to the store, and the mask did meet his requirements very well, covering his face and making it unrecognizable.

This is the purpose of Wang Jingcheng's visit to this store, to make masks.

He wanted to maintain his semblance of identity, and not let Nando, the boss of Marrero, suspect that his son's death was related to him, so that no one could see him when he was fighting black boxing.

In addition, he killed three people in the Pulton neighborhood last night, and it was Nando's territory, so Wang Jingcheng was not going to go to Marrero to fight black boxing, but was preparing to fight in Harahan.

When Wang Jingcheng tried on the mask, the old man on the side seemed to think that the workmanship of this mask was indeed too rough, and he said a little embarrassedly: "Because the time you asked for by the guest is too urgent, and it will be made in two hours, so the workmanship is indeed a little rough." I think that if you are not in a hurry to use it, you can come back tomorrow to pick it up, and I promise to do it to your satisfaction. ”

"No need."

Wang Jingcheng said lightly, took out the two hundred dollars he had said in advance and handed it to the old man, and then walked out of the leather goods store wearing a mask.

……

Dim lighting, dilapidated cramped rooms.

A simple single bed, a broken sand, and a small TV are the only ones in the room.

On the sand, a burly white man lay on it, drinking beer and watching a boxing match on television with a blank face.

On the left hand side of the big man is a walking stick, which means that he needs this thing.

Suddenly, in a boxing match on TV, one fighter was knocked to the ground by another fighter with a left hook.

"Shit!"

A scolding suddenly came out of the mouth of the white man, and then the expressionlessness on the big man's face turned into unwillingness! He stared at his left leg, grabbed the thigh of his left leg with both hands, and roared angrily: "You move and move for me!" ”

Unfortunately, no matter how much he shouted, that left leg couldn't move.

After a long time, the big man was discouraged, and he lay down in the sand again with a dejected face.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door.

The big man frowned, picked up the crutches on his left hand, slowly got up, and walked towards the door with a limp, while scolding: "Damn! Such a big night, who! ”

With a click, the door opened.

Seeing the people outside, the big man was stunned.

An Asian man wearing a black mask stands in front of his door. After he opened the door, he asked faintly, "Are you George Johnson?" ”