It's a pity that things didn't go in the direction people thought they would, and it didn't go smoothly at all. Sarasmith never stopped rebelling and acting selfishly. Her bad qualities are evident in her training and daily life. She has no resistance to the training itself, and is even one of the hardest working students in the world. However, both with his peers and with his mentors, Sarasmith and the others were extremely bad. At the age of nineteen, Sarasmith was eventually identified by the Temple of the Sisters as a failure unfit for further training. As is customary, the temple will give her the poison of a quiet and swift death. Despite the fact that in every training of the Assassin's skills, Sarasmis was impeccable, and had even begun training in the use of Transfiguration Potion. It is a special agent for different environments, which can change the distribution of the user's bones and muscles for a certain period of time, causing hunchback, limb misalignment, and even more terrible deformities.

Sarasmith sees transfiguration training as an extension of her talent for imitation, and she's even fascinated by it, and her dedication and hard work combine to be the best trainee ever in the program. However, the Temple Mentor was also apprehensive at the thought of her dubious motives for such eagerness to request this training, and decided to do his best to terminate Sarasmis's death.

In this way, Sarasmith's evil story is over, and at most it is a classic textbook in the history of crime in the empire, and it is introduced into the relevant curriculum of the police academy. However, the intervention of the top prosecutor changed this qiē. The procurator was a figure who was immensely loyal to His Majesty the Emperor. He wanted the power he could influence to help the sleeping emperor. During the rebellion, the Emperor himself was so badly injured that he had to rely on the Golden Throne's survival system to survive. His condition was so bad that he couldn't speak, and his mental consciousness was very slow. The Supreme Prosecutor's plan was simple: he wanted to create a biocontainer comparable to the Emperor's original physical body, so that he could welcome the most powerful soul of mankind to the world again.

This kind of thinking is not unfounded, and it is not uncommon for thinking shifts, or soul possessions, to be called. As long as the body becomes healthy and perfect again, the emperor's own mind will only move from the original body to the new vessel. He is still alive and can carry out more systematic restoration work on his original body without any scruples.

The Supreme Prosecutor has been "putting into practice" his theories among many temple trainees. Before that, there had been sixty-three failures. He completely ignored the price paid for one failure after another, and appeared particularly fanatical and persistent. Sarasmith herself realized that this would be her last and only chance. Otherwise, you will have to face death as a failed product of training and reform. Sarasmith wrote a "voluntary petition" of tens of thousands of words asking to join the Supreme Attorney's Office. In that text, Sarasmis expressed his fervent faith, and the Grand Master of the Temple was moved to hand him over to the Supreme Prosecutor.

Sarasmis eventually survived the real yàn. With her iron will, she controlled the side effects of being a "container". However, even she didn't expect the opportunity to get out of the predicament so quickly. The Supreme Prosecutor's position was very complex, involving many requirements for specific powers and the use of special substances, which required the cooperation of other important departments of the Empire. In particular, the Holy See, as well as the Sisters of Battle, wanted to be an important part of the list of those who saved the Emperor. Sarasmis's table is so prominent that it gives everyone hope of success. Some of the practical collaborators began to make trouble at this time. Headed by a papal blackcard, he refused to share the glory of the real with the Supreme Prosecutor. Quarrels, name-calling, reprimanding...... Confusion arises from this. Enraged, the cardinal sent a large number of armed clergy to attack the chamber, and the prosecutor's guard in charge of guarding it was unwilling to back down, and the two sides fought a lot.

For Sarasmis, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She realized that the reality she had been waiting for had finally arrived. The harsh training he had previously received at the temple bore fruit, as Sarasmis transformed into the appearance of a Grand Mentor and successfully deceived all of the Supreme Procurator's retinue, and after overcoming many obstacles, Sarasmis finally escaped from the Temple of the Sisters of Combat and disappeared into the vast crowd.

The transformation of the real yàn gave Sarasmis unparalleled power. Disguised as a disguise, she infiltrated the Imperial Space Department, which was responsible for the coordinate management of the space domain at the time, and transformed into the form of a high-ranking official, covered in burns and other horrific scars. This high-intensity combat appearance received the desired effect. Combined with his seditious eloquence, Sarasmith succeeded in convincing everyone present that a new rebellion was spreading and that armed rebels had taken over the communications units under the Space Division. Now the armed forces of the Reich are rushing towards themselves. In the absence of a specific culprit, everyone must take up arms against those who rebel outside.

After saying this, Sarasmith took control of her body and disguised herself as unconscious. The people present were panicked and could not imagine how severe the punishment from the upper echelons of the empire would be. They left the central control room as fast as they could, and went in search of what Sarasmith called "rebels."

Not all of them left at that time, but the few who remained could not pose a threat to Sarasmith at all. She killed all the remaining personnel in the central control room, stepped on a pool of blood, and opened the space domain teleporter. Before that, Sarasmith had erased the coordinates he wanted to go to, erasing all traces and information.

Regaining her freedom, Sarasmith formed a small group of her own. At its core, of course, is murder. She has become a true bounty killer and never cares who her clients are. Whether it is an imperial governor full of political ambitions, or his equally ambitious rivals, even terrorists who have been judged evil heretics by the Holy See, or even aliens from the dark world, as long as they spend money, they can get the effectiveness of Sarasmis.

Sarasmis needs a lot of money. The supreme prosecutor's real yàn, brought a strict zhòng side effect to her body. Sarasmis relied heavily on deforming, the only thing that could relieve the pain of the skeletal muscles being displaced for a fixed period of time. Sarasmis was constantly hired to endure and launch attacks on the Empire's advanced research and medical departments so that she could sneak in and get enough deformant potions to last her life. This practice is undoubtedly for survival, but it also exposes traces in the process of frequent operations. The Supreme Prosecutor never gave up the search for his prey, and in doing so, he approached Sarasmith's lurking location step by step.

In response to Sarasmis's needs, the Supreme Prosecutor set a trap at an independent institute and awaited her arrival with a direct Storm Commando and armed clergy from the Holy See. Before entering the institute, Sarasmith's sharp instincts worked again. Sensing the danger, she immediately chose to flee. The combat forces lying in ambush on the periphery of the institute immediately attacked, and Sarasmis's escape route became a veritable bloody route. Many people were killed in the battle, and Sarasmis himself was seriously wounded. However, the Supreme Prosecutor has fallen short.

Although Sarasmith once again escaped the prosecution, she could no longer obtain a life-sustaining deformation stabilizer. Sensing that death was near, Sarasmith became even more insane. She fought back against the Holy See and the Empire, killing hundreds of clergy, including the Doge himself. In the end, the body deformation completely lost control, and although Sarasmith threw off her pursuers, she didn't have much time left. The difference is simply to die in your own bed, or to be burned at the stake by the Holy See.

Pamela quickly recalled all the information about the legendary bounty killer in her head. The old woman looked at Dai Xiaolou with a leisurely expression suspiciously, and asked, "Why did you suddenly mention this?" Is there any connection between Sarasmis and Su Hao? ”

"If you've read about Sarasmis, you should know that the pursuit led by the Supreme Prosecutor went on for many years."

Dai Xiaolou took a sip of the multi-milk coffee he had exchanged, and said lightly: "For the prosecutor, what he cares about is not only the bloody crimes committed by Sarasmis, but also other potential dangers to consider. Even after death, Sarasmis is still a valuable biological specimen of considerable research value. The killer skills of the Temple of the Sisters of Combat can be reversed through the guò gene, and the secrets of Transfiguration must be strictly guarded. Once these technologies are made public, the disruption will be incredible. Therefore, the Supreme Prosecutor did indeed do everything in the search for Sarasmis. His luck also arose after Sarasmis's death. ”

"I remember that there was a detailed record of this in the text."

Pamela nodded, "Sarasmis didn't manage to escape to the spatial realm where she was hiding, and her body was found in a valley on the border of the Empire. There were no traces of dissection at the scene, and there were no signs of fighting. Sarasmis exhausted his last strength there, and although it ended tragically, he died peacefully. ”

Dai Xiaolou asked with a smile: "Do you have any special opinions on this?" ”

This statement is clearly a pun. Pamela glanced at him, quickly recalling all the details she had seen in her mind's eye. However, I still didn't find any noteworthy parts.

"You should pay more attention to the autopsy report."

Dai Xiaolou sighed and flicked the white and smooth outer wall of the coffee cup with his fingers: "As mentioned above, Sarasmith has multiple scars on the surface of his body. The fierce fighting, coupled with the long walks in the wilderness, caused her to bleed a lot and also lost some skin and muscles. Of course, these body breakdowns are normal. It's like when we sometimes accidentally cut our fingers with a knife, we rush to find a band-aid, but we never notice the blood on it, and we don't care about the gauze, cotton, and bandages that are thrown away. ”

Pamela thought of another possibility, but she wasn't sure if it would come true. The old woman frowned, sat in her chair and thought for a long time before casting her questioning eyes on the other side.

"You've thought of it, haven't you? Hehe! I should be thankful for winning a game from the best secretary in the history of the Legion. Hell, I should have set up a bet to make some loss money from you. ”

Dai Xiaolou laughed loudly: "Sarasmis itself is an extremely valuable biological sample, and the flesh and skin of the blood lost from her body have the same value. You know, at that time, it wasn't just the top prosecutor who was interested in her, but also others. ”

The old woman asked, "You mean the rebels?" ”

Dai Xiaolou raised his right index finger and shook it back and forth in the air: "Ants, flies, and mosquitoes are all possible." They love human blood and flesh, and they like something that they can use as food. ”

Pamela's calm face changed slightly. It can be seen that her curiosity was misled by Dai Xiaolou's extremely absurd explanation, which generated extremely strong anger. The wrinkles on the old woman's forehead suddenly became dense, and the light in her eyes became extremely cold.

"I don't like your attitude of joking around on this issue. When I'm serious, you'd better be serious too. ”

"I'm not kidding you."

Dai Xiaolou's sleek appearance has not changed at all. "That's the point of what I'm going to talk about next," he said, puffing down his cigarette and saying, "I'm afraid no one has ever noticed this crucial detail." The reason why mosquitoes are such an unsavory insect is that they carry and transmit dreaded infectious germs while sucking blood. It is entirely possible for a healthy person to contract AIDS from a mosquito bite. The same is true of what happened to Sarasmis. According to my understanding, on her way to the border of the Empire, there must have been many small insects that sucked the blood and even devoured part of the flesh. These bugs have become food for other animals. Like a bird, or a mouse, or something. The mosquito has just inhaled the blood from its body and thus becomes an integral part of the body of the second-order predator. Of course, on top of the rats, there are other large animals, or corpses roaming the gray area. ”

"Are you talking about legends?"

The chill in Pamela's eyes became more and more obvious: "I admit that there is some basis for your argument. But what exactly do you want to sue me? Could it be that Su Hao is the carrier of Sarasmis's gene? He ate a mouse? Or swallowed a fly? And they, the insects, had eaten Sarasmis's blood at that time? What are you kidding, Sarasmith was a figure tens of thousands of years ago. What about Su Hao? His normal biological age will never exceed forty years old. ”

Dai Xiaolou leaned forward, supported his cheek with his left hand, squeezed his face and deformed, the whole person looked lazy, and even the tone of his speech was boring.

"Dear Pamela, your imagination is too poor. You should find common ground in different events. There are many things in this world that are connected. For example, if a man marries a woman, and they give birth to a son, the boy grows up and marries another girl, and the two families have never crossed paths, so they become relatives. Don't you think it's a wonderful thing? They don't even know each other at all. Even I do. When you see three beautiful women on the street, you will never take the initiative to go up and say hello. Because they might take off their high heels and smash your head in public. But in the officer's bar, accosting strangers became a normal behavior. Three women who wanted to hit me with high heels are now lying in bed and letting me do whatever I want. Life is so wonderful, and so is the nature of the problem. ”

After a pause, Dai Xiaolou continued: "Of course, Su Hao definitely does not carry Sarasmis's genes. The genes of that super-female killer came from another person. ”

Pamela's eyes flashed: "Who?" ”

Dai Xiaolou smiled faintly: "If the words come out of my mouth, you will definitely think that I am deliberately making it up." All right! You should find out for yourself. I'm willing to be your question index for free. Open the holographic screen, and below the A dense directory, there is a text numbered A S1102. ”

The old woman glanced at him, and after making sure that Dai Xiaolou would not pose a threat to herself, she quickly turned on the computer and found what the other party said.

That's the Imperial Research Institute's test return report on biological samples. The names and objects involved are all familiar to Pamela. This is actually a replay of what happened before: Su Hao was still a mercenary fighting in Konoha Town, and they captured the whole process of the dark female knight Rasmesses, plus the Imperial Research Institute's relevant testing of Sarasmis's biological samples, etc.

"I've never believed in the existence of such a thing as a coincidence. ”

Dai Xiaolou's voice sounded again: "However, I have to trust my eyes. They are the same, and no one can deny it. Tens of thousands of years ago and tens of thousands of years later, some very subtle factors broke through the time barrier and made the impossible possible. Now, dear Pamela, you should believe that I didn't lie and didn't deliberately deceive you, right? ”