Wu Xingzhi hung up the phone.

"Bondarev?" Wu Xingzhi narrowed his eyes.

Yuan Zhisheng did not hide it from Wu Xingzhi, after Wu Xingzhi reminded him before, he carefully investigated everything about Tachibana Masamune, and found that before Tachibana Masamune's death, the other party had deleted most of the research materials about Eri Yi, and all that was left was the body data stored in the medical equipment.

In other words, the death of the other party was premeditated.

So Gen Zhisheng sent someone to analyze the corpse left by Tachibana Masamune, and found that the bloodline was not at all the same as the backup left by the other party in Kaguyahime.

Fake death, self-destruct, destroy data.

Even though Gen Zhisheng has great trust in Tachibana Masamune, he can't help but be suspicious in the face of the iron-clad reality.

When dealing with Sadako, even if he needs the blood of the dragon clan, the other party does not need to commit suicide at all, at that time, Gen Zhisheng was shrouded in great sadness and did not think about it, and later remembered that this series of actions was not logical at all, and it was more like using this as an excuse to completely push himself and the person who did it to the opposite side.

If it weren't for Wu Xingzhi and later coming to Genji Heavy Industries, I'm afraid that he would never have realized the secret of Tachibana Masamune's death.

Wu Xingzhi opened his life and looked for a person named Bondarev, but his life spirit clearly told himself that this person was no longer in this world.

"Is it another pseudonym?" Wu Xingzhi carefully pondered the clues that Yuan Zhisheng said.

According to Tachibana Masamune, his original name was Bondarev, he was an agent, and later seized the research results of a man named Herzog and brought it to Neon, Gen Zhisheng was one of the research results, and Eri was his daughter, who could become Deadpool at any time because of the dragon's blood, and in order to save his daughter, he had to continue his research to suppress Eri's illness.

Now that I think about it, this remark is full of loopholes, Eri Yi was not infected by dragon blood at all, she was born with extremely high dragon blood, and besides, the other party continued Herzog's research, and it was impossible for Eri to save Eri -

How could a man who killed Herzog for the sake of ambition give up his ambition because of this?

Combined with the fact that Bondarev is not alive at all, and the so-called research results actually exist, that is, this person named Herzog is either fictional or-

Wu Xingzhi's heart moved.

Telepathy opened, searching for the man named Herzog, and a distant line in the void led to it.

"Sure enough!"

Wu Xingzhi's eyes lit up, so that the clues were connected.

"A hundred secrets, Wang Jiang."

Wu Xingzhi felt the other party's position, and it seemed to coincide with the White King's recovery place to a certain extent.

"It looks like the stage has been set up."

There was a siren sounding, and the people from the Metropolitan Police Department were finally late, Wu Xingzhi glanced at the vehicles rushing from the street, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

......

In the record store, the boy and the girl sat on the wooden cabinet, Lu Mingfei tilted his head slightly, looking at the black stockings that the girl extended from under the skirt, there was a feeling that it was not very real.

I don't know how the big guy is now, whether he is still fighting with the strange man in the mask, and he is nesting here, talking about interesting things about the past with a beautiful girl.

"When I was in high school, I was a taciturn person." Yan Yuan Yuan leaned his head slightly on Lu Mingfei's shoulder, and said softly: "At that time, I was fostered at my aunt's house, my aunt was very good to me, but not rich, although the high school I studied in was not an aristocratic school like Shilan High School, but there was still a big gap between me and my classmates, they all had good-looking skirts, and they went to the mall in groups every day, talking about fashionable topics, and I was not good-looking, and I couldn't speak, so I didn't fit in with them." ”

Lu Mingfei moved her gaze to the other party's delicate face, her hair rubbing against the side of her face, tickling.

"Shilan High School? That's where I graduated! Lu Mingfei actually wanted to say that you were good-looking, but he was not embarrassed, so he said: "What a coincidence, we actually lived in a city." ”

"Don't interrupt." Yan Yuan Yuan patted Lu Mingfei and continued: "At that time, I had a tablemate, she had a cheerful personality, she was the only one who was willing to make friends with me, and we agreed to study in college together and be good friends for life. ”

"And then?" Lu Mingfei still couldn't help but interject.

"Then, when I was graduating from high school, my parents reached out to me and took me to Neon." She smiled wryly: "It was the first time I saw them in my memory, they told me everything about the half-bloods, told me that I belonged to a large half-blood family, that my bloodline was excellent, and that I might be the patriarch of the next family, so I was forced to transfer to the University of Tokyo to study the skills of the dragon family." ”

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, the girl's experience was very similar to his, but he hadn't met his parents yet.

"Later, I received an order from the family to clean up the out-of-control members of the family, in that city, I thought I could be reunited with my only friend, but I didn't expect that because of one of my mistakes, my friend died at the hands of Deadpool."

The girl's face was expressionless when she said this.

"I've slashed that Deadpool with a thousand knives, but it's irreparable."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Lu Mingfei didn't know how to comfort the other party, this was completely his knowledge blind spot.

"It's fine." Yan Yuan Yuan smiled and said, "My story is very simple, it's not interesting, let's talk about yourself." ”

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and removed the part about the little devil, and his story was even more lackluster.

He twitched his head and said, "When I was in high school, I also had a tablemate. ”

"She is very quiet, I often touch her when I am in class, I always feel that her skin is cooler than mine in the summer, I often lean on her body for class, and she never says anything."

Yan Yuan Yuan raised his head.

Lu Mingfei tried his best to show a serious expression: "Thank you, my tablemate, cement wall." ”

"Poof—"

"What a pathetic joke this is."

Lu Mingfei felt that Yan Yuan Yuan's smile was like a cherry blossom in the first bloom, and his white rotten words could make the other party laugh, which could be regarded as the most valuable accumulation of his years of declining experience.

"Coincidentally, our table mates may be the same person."

A voice came from outside the door, and then the door creaked open, revealing the figure of Wu Xingzhi, who was holding Eri Yi horizontally, looking at Lu Mingfei condescendingly.

"At that time, I not only liked to lean on her, but also liked to write orthography on her."

"......" Lu Mingfei's face froze, and he tried to smirk: "Heh, hehe, the big guy is so humorous." ”

"Sorry to bother you about your romance, but we're running out of time." Wu Xingzhi didn't have the slightest apology in his tone, he just said lightly:

"It's time to slay the dragon, Lu Mingfei."

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