Chapter Twenty-Four: Not Ordinary People

The two guards escorted Frankmir back to his cell, claiming that it was for the warden's sake that they warned Frankimir not to try to provoke Yulia.

Yulia is a quintessential feminist, a true dominatrix, and more importantly, a doctor of biology who is well-versed in various physiology.

No one will question that Yulia is not an out-and-out beauty, and no one does not believe that she is the kind of femme fatale that is in the legend.

At any time, it is a terrible mistake to provoke a bioengineer, let alone such a female bioengineer. They can make people vomit and diarrhea without being noticed, and they can also unknowingly put a lot of disgusting bugs into other people's stomachs. All in all, it's better to offend the devil than to offend a bioengineer.

Frank Mire's face was stiff, not paying any attention to the guard's advice. In Frankimir's opinion, his father and wife are outstanding bioengineers, and his father is the leading biochemical scientist in the Soviet Union, an engineer and a scientist, there is still a world of difference, he is not worried about what Yulia can do to him, Frankimir even thinks that he has seen far more of the world in the biochemical industry than this young female doctor with a brain and no brain.

But thinking of the outstanding figure of the young female biological doctor just now, although it looked a little weird at first, it is quite provocative in retrospect, and it can be regarded as a rare stunner.

When Frankimir returned to his cell, he immediately came over. It's boring to be alone in a cell, and curiosity drives him to ask Franky Mill why the warden wants to see him.

Franky Mill had not intended to tell Lao He about this kind of thing, and past experience had told him that this could only cause unnecessary panic. However, the long night was too difficult, and Frankimir couldn't help it, and told everything to pass the boring time.

This made Lao He, who had been alone for many years, excited and excited, he finally had a companion who could talk, and he was no longer so lonely and unbearable. Franky Mill was tired and drowsy, but Lao He continued to ask questions.

After the prison guards left with Frankimir, Yulia did not stay in the morgue either. She re-covered the body with a shroud, cleaned up the workbench, sorted out the materials to be taken away, changed into a white coat, turned off the morgue light, and walked into the corridor of the black hole.

The lights in the corridor are all broken, pitch black, and you can't see your fingers, which makes people feel palpitations. The corridor was quiet, and the nighttime breeze blowing through the corridor could be heard clearly.

In the silent darkness, the sound of footsteps, heartbeats, and breathing seemed to be amplified a hundredfold in an instant. Yulia could even hear the sound of blood flowing in her veins.

In the deepest part of the darkness, Yulia felt like she was being watched, as if a pair of eyes were staring at her unblinkingly, making her feel uncomfortable from her heels to the ends of her hair, as if she were walking naked in front of the demon's eyes.

Yulia quickened her pace, and the sound of her shoes hitting the ground became louder and louder, as if something, attracted by the sound of her shoes, was approaching Yulia step by step. Yulia had to keep speeding up, she didn't dare to look back at the dark corridor she had just walked through, and the intense uneasiness made Yulia breathless. She always had the terrible thought that if she stopped, she would immediately be caught by that terrible thing, what it would be, Yulia didn't know and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Finally, Yulia rushed through an iron door, and a faint orange light came from the corridor of the iron door. The light brought peace and calm, and her tense nerves were soothed. Yulia took a long sip and slowed her pace on. She tried to soothe her heart, which was beating violently from overtension. She didn't want to make herself look a little embarrassed when she met the warden.

However, it didn't end there as she thought. From one of the apothecaries on the right side of the hallway, a disturbing voice suddenly sounded. Yulia slowly walked towards the apothecary, the only way she could get out of the hallway. Yulia got closer and closer to the apothecary, and the unsettling sound of rapid gasps and buzz became more and more distinct.

Yulia held her breath and slowed down, not that she didn't want to leave immediately, but she was worried that her whereabouts would be detected by the unknown fear in the apothecary.

She cautiously passed by the door of the apothery, trying not to be discovered by something unknown inside. The moment she passed by the apothecary, she stumbled upon what was going on inside. What she saw in front of her made her shocked and ashamed. Kafka, the physician, was naked and mixed with two female prisoners, and what they did was unsightly, but they were all oblivious to each other, completely unaware of the existence of the things around them.

Yulia shook her head in frustration and walked out of the dimly lit hallway unsuspectingly. None of the men were good, they were all mean and filthy guys, and she began to be convinced that she had chosen to be alone, and that there was nothing wrong with it. At least it keeps her away from those shameless men, she can't even think of anything in this world, uglier and dirtier than men, she thinks that even her own sanitary belt is cleaner than men.

Yulia arrives at the warden's office, which is not the room in which the warden met with Frankimir before. It is larger and brighter, with a tall baroque desk and plain wooden chairs in the center of the room. On the innermost wall are two long axes crossed, a huge rotating bookcase on the left, and an adjustable Swedish combo on the right.

The warden was lying on a Swedish gym combo and doing his bedtime workout. He held more than 100 kilograms of barbells in both hands, but on a cold winter night, his body was sweating, and bean-sized sweat droplets kept rolling down his forehead. His life can simply be boiled down to three things, eating, sleeping, and exercising.

Seeing Yulia walk into the office, the warden put down the barbell in his hand, he put on a coat to prevent a stroke after strenuous exercise, he picked up a long towel and wiped the sweat beads all over his body. Sweat soaked through the warden's white tight sweatshirt, and once the white clothes were wet, it would become very transparent, so the tight sweatshirt perfectly outlined the warden's burly silhouette.

In this situation, Yulia couldn't help but think back to Franky Mir, thinking of his perfect physique, and what he said about the murderer, could it really be that the warden was the murderer? Such a thought flashed through Yulia's mind, but soon she forced herself not to think like this, it was just the irresponsible words of Franky Mill's boy.

"How? That kid, do you see any clues? The warden asked as he looked at Yulia while wiping the sweat from his head with a towel.

"I suspect he's probably not as miraculous as you might expect." Yulia shook her head expressionlessly.

"Doubt me? Or are you suspicious of him? The warden looked at Yulia curiously.

"Doubt your judgment, maybe this time, you were wrong, I don't think Frankimir is as good as you think." Yulia elongated her face, which not only did not damage her elegant temperament, but made her look even more charming.

"He's no ordinary man, his father is Ivan Andreevich Brin. The greatest bioengineering and medicinal chemistry scientist in the history of the Soviet Union and the greatest bioengineering and medicinal chemistry scientist in all mankind. The warden's tone was appreciative.

"The aura of the father cannot make the son a genius, the father is famous all over the world, but the son is an example of an old straw bale, which can be seen everywhere and countless." Yulia seemed unmoved, and such reasons did not convince her.

"There's a lot of things you don't know yet, you don't know his past." The warden had a mysterious expression on his face.

"There is no shortage of people in this world who are vain." Yulia's eyes widened, making her look even more charming.

"I think it won't be long before you'll believe I'm right. Do you know what the man who sent him said to me? ”

"I'm not interested."

"But I think you need to know."

"Really? Why? ”

"The guy said to me, 'If you off this guy, he's going to kill all the people in '2371.'" I told him, 'No matter how good this guy is, he can't handle so many of us alone.' Then the guy said to me, 'This guy doesn't feel cold at -70 degrees Celsius.' Able to hold your breath underwater for more than an hour. Even if you lose four-fifths of your blood, you can continue to survive. As long as he ensures adequate food and rest, all the injuries on his body can be completely healed within thirty days. At the same time, he can go ten days without eating or drinking, and he will not feel hungry. He can see clearly in the dark of night, things that ordinary people can't see. His skin is neither burned nor scratched. He was able to lift with ease, more than ten times the weight of his body. He has an amazing memory, and as long as he sees something with his heart once, he will never forget it. He can even do AI for three days and three nights in a row without getting tired. ”