"Huh! I understand your struggle. I didn't say I had to take him away from you, did I? I mean, we should take on the task of teaching him in the next two years. After all, at that time, according to the agreement, Kasan would come and take him away. We can't keep it if we want to. It is better to take this opportunity to quickly teach him all our things. ”

The tavernkeeper's building yì is obviously and has an appetite for the black-robed man. However, he quickly thought of another question: "So, should you also bear the cost of Elmond's child support?" You know, I've been ...... all these years."

"Hey! It's not like I can help you. You only have two children, Dong Guoping and Bill, but what about me? Have you thought about it for me? I have five children! There are also dozens of years old wife, 80-year-old mother-in-law, 90-year-old father-in-law, and 95-year-old father-in-law. ”

"Gotcha! Get! Get! You come less. The black-robed man impatiently interrupted the tavernkeeper's complaints, and said, "Seriously, Kansen, you used to be a warrior. I don't want you to teach Dong Guoping that messy stuff. ”

"What? My stuff is a mess? How dare you look down on me? Sue sù Scoppe, after all, you are just a thief, what's the big deal? "The tavernkeeper is angry.

"Wrong! I'm not a thief. Rather, a stealer! The black-robed man corrected his friend's mistake.

"Stealing a fart, it's obviously a thief!"

"How many times have I told you? That's a crude saying, a thief is not a thief. There is a fundamental difference between the two. The black-robed man retorted indignantly.

"Say a thousand words and ten thousand, it's still one word - thief!"

"Stealer!"

"Thief!"

"Nima ......"

The argument between the two lasted for a long time, and after half a day, the black-robed man sat down with a red face, depressedly drinking the little wine left in his cup. The tavernkeeper, on the other hand, was like a fighting in heat, staring at the black-robed man with red eyes and anger, which seemed to be a very pleasant move.

"The dispute between us has never come to any conclusion," after sitting upright for a long time, the black-robed man said lightly: "Since we were young, none of us are convinced. Let Dong Guoping evaluate it himself! From tomorrow onwards, I will be his first teacher and teach him all my things and skills. And you, Broken Mountain Sword Kansen, will continue your education of him in a week's time. We rotate like this one week at a time, what do you think? ”

The angry tavern owner pondered for a long time, until he felt that this was the best way at the moment, and then nodded solemnly.

……

Gender transition is a wonderful thing. On this issue, I am afraid that many people cannot choose freely, and can only let the arrangement of fate.

Like Xinyan, Jiang Wanqi found that she had also become a man.

This is the earth, the country of rice.

Walking on the bustling street, Jiang Wanqi only felt an indescribable doubt in her heart.

Lawrence's watch tonight is really weird.

It's been four years since I arrived in Boston. As a rule, as long as there is nothing too important, every weekend, Jiang Wanqi will always be invited by this tall middle-aged white man to give his lovely little daughter Jessica a Chinese lesson. And, of course, by the way, taste the beauty of the little girl's mother, the hospitable Bonnie's cooking.

As Lawrence picked up the glass jar of jam from the table and poured the reddish clear sauce onto the plate in front of him. Jiang Wanqi only felt subconsciously stunned. Even the arm that pinched the knife was firmly fixed in place as if it were rigid.

Lawrence is an officer under NASA. He doesn't like sweets. Even American snacks and desserts, such as ice cream and popcorn, never get on the table. He has always believed that a soldier must maintain a good physique. High-calorie foods such as sweets and chocolate are just a necessary means to maintain physical fitness during war and training. If you want not to gain weight, it is best to eat less or no sugar.

This made Jiang Wanqi feel very strange. If it weren't for the sandalwood Buddha beads that he gave him on his wrist, he would definitely feel that the tall middle-aged white man in front of him with a kind smile on his face was definitely not the Lawrence he knew. It's another stand-in that is vividly imitated.

At Harvard, Jiang Wanqi majored in human psychology and genetics. He knows very well that habit is an outward manifestation of human mental activity. It is also the most difficult to reverse of all human physiological activities.

A soldier who never eats sugar, even refuses even desserts after meals, and strictly abides by the work and rest system. In one night, he chewed jam like a greedy child...... Judging the huge difference between the two before and after, Jiang Wanqi couldn't help frowning faintly.

He noticed that Bonnie and Jessica, who were dining together, didn't show too much surprise on their faces. To them, the actions of a man who has the dual duties of father and husband at the same time seems to be commonplace.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanqi, who wanted to ask something, could only press the question that was about to come back to the bottom of her heart.

He thought: Lawrence may be sick.

Patients who are infected by the initial stage of the parasite do not look any different from ordinary people in appearance. However, according to their own physiological needs, they unconsciously change their inherent habits. Unconsciously, large amounts of food are ingested to feed outsiders who live inside the body.

The neon lights of the street shops and storefronts flash with colorful and mysterious patterns. Maybe it's to avoid this dazzling dazzling brilliance! Jiang Wanqi walked quickly to a telephone pole and took out a box of exquisitely packaged "Hongtashan" cigarettes from the inner pocket of her clothes. As the flames flickered in the night breeze scorched, the reflection of his slender and ghostly standing statue was reflected on the wall across the street.

Lawrence was the first friend Fang Jie met on the strange continent of the American Federation.

At that time, he had just gotten off the plane to study in the United States from the Asian Federation. It was robbed by two street thugs who were wandering near the airport. I just screwed one of them to the ground. I saw Lawrence, who was wearing the uniform of a US military officer, full of anger and burly body, and lifted the neck of the fleeing gangsters like a chicken. Walked slowly through the exit of the airport.

Since then, two people with completely different bloods, skin colors, and languages have completely become friends who don't talk about anything.

"Find a chance to call this guy tomorrow. Ask him out for a check-up. If you are sick, you need to treat it early. I just don't know, this stubborn guy will believe what I say? ”

Looking at the almost stagnant dark clouds in the night, Jiang Wanqi, who was leaning on the electric pole, smiled bitterly and spewed out a faint white smoke from his mouth. He nodded to himself.

"Jingle bells--"

Suddenly, the mobile phone that was diagonally inserted in the pocket of his jacket suddenly erupted with a rapid and piercing ringtone. Unscrewed the phone flip cover, and what caught your eye was the familiar number of Lawrence's family at the top of the phone book.

"Ginger...... Where are you? Quick, come and help me. Lawrence He ...... Woohoo......"

Before he could bring the phone close to his ear, he could hear Bonnie's trembling, incoherent cry. Jiang Wanqi, whose face changed color slightly, hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt that had just been lit in her hand. Turn around as fast as you can and run towards the road you came from. He shouted into the phone: "Don't worry, speak slowly." Lawrence: What happened to him? ”

"I, I don't know. He, he fainted all at once...... Yes! No, help, help--"

The poignant and desperate sound came to an abrupt halt with the interruption of the transmission signal. The only thing that echoed in my ears was the rhythmic electronic blind sound coming from my mobile phone. And the female screams that were gone, but still reverberated in his eardrums.

Jiang Wanqi, whose face was slightly discolored, pursed her lips tightly and leaned her body forward slightly. Like a crazy cheetah, it scurries past the edge of the street at an extremely fast speed. Only passers-by who were surprised to look at his distant figure were left, and there was a series of fleeting invisible cyclones behind him.

The doors of Lawrence's house were open. Bright lights, cast through the frosted glass embedded in the door wall, cast an eerie haze.

Bonnie, pale, huddled in the corner of the living room. Her body trembled desperately in a very abnormal rhythm. The hair that had been tied tightly at the back of the head was scattered from the forehead. Soaked in sweat, it adheres tightly to the skin. On the two violently trembling lips, there was even more bloodless dead ash. Six-year-old Jessica was held in her arms. The two big eyes that were at a loss for what to do were flashing with fear and horror as the mother's arm swayed.

The tall Lawrence covered his face and fell to the ground. On the surface, it looks no different from when I left just ten minutes ago. It's just that the orange blanket that he pressed under him has been leached out of a sticky and slippery dark red blood.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanqi didn't care about saying anything, and hurriedly stepped forward. Hold Lawrence's broad shoulders and carefully roll him over on his side. However, just at the moment when the body left the ground and came into contact with the light. Fang Jie only felt as if his heart was being grabbed by an invisible giant hand, and he couldn't breathe anymore.

The pale green military shirt on Lawrence's chest had been stained purple and black with bruised blood. Judging by the direction of flow, the blood should have overflowed from his mouth, and the splatter spread throughout his body. And in his eyes as blue as jewels, a frighteningly thick white eyelid had already been raised.

Jiang Wanqi only felt that her hands were shaking. Of course, as a medical doctor, he knew that such a situation like this, with his eyes rolling and swollen and tingling a pale yellow, could only occur on a corpse a few hours after death. However, it would never take more than half an hour from the time I left the room after dinner.

What has happened in the past few years?

"Bonnie, Bonnie--" Jiang Wanqi quickly pinched Lawrence's pulse, testing the other party's snort. Without looking back, he shouted at the mother and daughter behind him, "What's wrong with him? Tell me a--"

"I, I don't know."

Bonnie's sobbing voice was clearly marked by the "Dede" sound of the teeth colliding with each other due to fear: "...... Jessica, Jessica wants ice cream. Me, I just opened the fridge. And they saw him, and saw him fall to the ground. And then, and then it's ...... Whining...... It became what it is now. ”

Shaking her head, Jiang Wanqi turned her attention back. He folded his palms and squeezed hard against Lawrence's chest. However, the first aid did not have the desired effect. On the contrary, with the pressure of his palm, clumps of sauce-colored minced flesh mixed with blood also gushed out from his slightly open lips.

A few minutes later, when the police who received the call and heard the news came into the living room. I was surprised to find that in the huge room, there were only mother and daughter huddled in the corner of the room and shivering. and a young man with a cold face, who was squatting on the ground and looking at the corpse of the deceased in a silent daze.

……

Sitting on the cold aluminum alloy chair of the Boston South District Police Department, Jiang Wanqi only felt as if her mind was stuffed with countless messy twine. They are so intertwined that there is no way to find any clue from them.

You can be sure that when you arrive. Lawrence is dead.

However, he had never seen a corpse in such a strange state.

Lawrence could not find a single scar on the surface of his body. Not even the tiniest cut. In other words, he did not die at all because of trauma.

If that's the case. So, how to explain the minced meat that squirts out of its mouth when pressed?

In the small pieces of meat, there are definitely no food scraps or other waste. Rather, it is completely crushed, and the internal organs overflow out of the body under the blood wash.

Every time she thought of this, Jiang Wanqi couldn't help but tremble.

When Lawrence was given respiratory first aid, he had already felt the intact bone in front of the other man's chest. However, the entire organ in the chest cavity was shattered, but the ribs that protected the rib cage were intact. This, this is simply incredible.

As a doctor, Jiang Wanqi knows very well that if the human organs want to be shattered to such a stage, the damage will be equivalent to being violently hit by a train passing at full speed. However, Lawrence's chest and back did not even have the most ordinary bruise.

And the blood gushing out of its mouth...... There are just too many. Even if a person's aorta is cut alive, there will probably be no more blood flowing from it than his.

Jiang Wanqi's ten fingers were deeply inserted into the dense hair, clutching her scalp tightly. There was a helpless wry smile on his face. This series of questions has long subverted all my cognition in the medical field.

Half an hour later, when the lawyer took all the documents and took him out of the prison cell, who had left the record. A middle-aged white man in a light gray suit with a medium and slightly chubby stature also walked briskly from the end of the aisle of the police station. stopped directly in front of Fang Jie.

"Good evening, Dr. Jiang." The visitor smiled and owed, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over: "My name is Claude, an FBI agent." Nice to meet you. ”

Glancing at the business card in her hand, Jiang Wanqi refocused her gaze on the person in front of her. Subconsciously frowned: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"I am also saddened by the death of Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence. As one of the lieutenant colonel's best friends, I'm sure you, like me, are looking forward to the early arrest of the murderer. Isn't it? ”

looked at Claude, who was smiling in front of him, and his face was so sincere that he couldn't see a trace of concealment. Jiang Wanqi nodded lightly.

"Great. If I can get your help, I believe that the detection of this case should not take too long. The FBI agent rubbed his hands excitedly and said seriously: "If you find any clues about the case, please notify me as soon as possible." Thank you for your cooperation. ”

Coming out of the police station, Jiang Wanqi did not return to her apartment. Instead, he went directly to his own exclusive room, Harvard Medical School Building 74.

Even though it was late at night, the security guards in charge of the building's security did not raise any objections to his actions. First, Jiang Wanqi does have a legal certificate to enter the building. Second, in this hellish place, Frankenstein who came in the middle of the night like him, and even stayed in the building for weeks on end, was nothing new.

Take out the ID card and swipe through the brush slot on the electronic door. Once inside the room, close the two hard alloy keys. Set a new access code again. After doing this, Jiang Wanqi took a long breath. Slowly walked to the workbench that was brightly whitened by the blazing light. An inexplicably shaped mass of objects was taken out of the pocket of his jacket and gently placed in the smooth and shiny glassware.

It was a palm-sized rectangular medical plastic bag. Through the layer of transparency, which was not very dim in the light, it was clearly visible that the bag contained a cotton handkerchief soaked with a dark red liquid and a little solidified purple and black in the corner.

Lawrence's death was so strange. Jiang Wanqi, who couldn't hold back her curiosity, took advantage of the fact that Bonnie's mother and daughter were not paying attention, and before the police arrived, she stained part of the blood stains on the carpet with her handkerchief. It was skillfully brought back to the research room.

Put on thin, creamy gloves and slowly remove the half-wet handkerchief with delicate steel tweezers. A drop of blood that had not yet coagulated was picked up from the center of the crumpled cloth and carefully placed on the glass slide that had been prepared next to it. Add another drop of diluted flora culture medium. Suddenly, the black blood spots the size of sesame seeds on the slide quickly dissolved into a pale red crystal liquid as clear as a jewel.

Jiang Wanqi didn't even delay for a second. He put the freshly made blood sample under the electron microscope and couldn't wait to get in front of the lens. The black pupils contained in the deep gaze also seemed to be violently stimulated, and suddenly shrank as small as the tip of a needle, almost imperceptible.

"Why, how could this be? This, this can't be—"