MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 174

Near the ruins of the cultivation base in Hongli City.

A blue Ferrari was parked beside the living trash can at the corner near the ruins, the door slowly opened, and a snow-white calf on blue python leather lace-edged high heels stretched out.

Qi Shenggu lifted his skirt and got out of the car, raised his lace parasol, and walked slowly to the dirty trash can. He accidentally stepped on the nasty dirt on his heels.

A pair of legs hung from the edge of the trash can, and his trousers were tattered, as if a homeless person was lying in it.

Qi Shenggu covered his mouth and nose with a small plush fan, coughed twice, and glanced into the trash can: "Poor child, the puppet master asked you when you will be home."

Eris lay rigidly in the trash can, his right eye socket was empty, his ear was punctured, his clothes were ragged, and the spherical joints of his hands and feet were exposed, just like a rag doll thrown in the trash can. .

"I, I don't know, you tell him that I will perish on my own." Eris buried his face with garbage and said sullenly: "Also, you peacock girl, you are not allowed to call others a puppet master, he It's the artist, the artist Odan Nix. Although the biggest failure of his life is to put his hopes on me, the unfortunate one. I hope I will never see the angel again in my life. And his sashimi wife."

"Okay little shit, Knicks said, he fired a new pair of eyeballs and got his name engraved."

Eris suddenly got up from the trash can and sat up: "What? Was it for me?"

Qi Shenggu used a lace umbrella to block the splashing garbage: "It's for you. If you can't go back to the doll shop within a day, he will press the eyeballs on the newly fired doll."

"I'm going back!" Eris jumped up from the trash can and launched it to the Ferrari on the side of the road, full of rubbish.

Qi Shenggu coughed a few more times, feeling that his condition was getting worse again.

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Medical Society Ward Area, IOA Headquarters Building, Aphid City.

Seeing Xiao Tun staring at the hem of his clothes, Han Xingqian smiled: "The newly bought laundry detergent is too fragrant and not suitable for washing work clothes."

"Yes, yes." Xiao Tun leaned in and sniffed, as if it was just the smell of ordinary disinfectant, but he still habitually followed Dr. Han and said, "I'll take it back at noon and wash it."

"Smell seriously." Han Xingqian raised his hand with a light smile, put it behind Xiao Tun's head, and quickly pressed it down. Xiao Tung fell into Han Xingqian's arms unprepared, and seemed to be touched by the root of his tail in a panic, but Xiao Tung had no evidence.

A head suddenly appeared between the two.

Xiao Tun was startled suddenly, took two steps back and separated from Dr. Han, only to see clearly that it was Bai Chunian who had squeezed in.

"The working hours are so close, the salary will be deducted." Bai Chunian looked at them with his chin.

"The Investigation Division has never paid me a salary, and you have never paid me a medical fee." Han Xingqian pushed on the frames of his glasses, rolled up his cuffs, put his hands in his pockets, and motioned to Bai Chunian, who was at a loss for Xiao Tun: "He likes the smell of disinfectant."

When Xiao Tun was about to squeeze into the crack of the sewer ashamed, Bai Chunian waved to him: "You are here watching the experimental subjects and pay attention to your own safety. I have something to do with Brother Han."

Bai Chunian pulled Han Xingqian to find an empty ward, closed the door, turned around and said softly, "Do you remember Du Mo?"

"Remember, the guards at International Prisons."

"Well, after the former warden stepped down, the crow took the name of a released prisoner and made the identity of the bell bird who killed the pastry chef as his stand-in, and it disappeared for a long time."

"But yesterday he suddenly appeared in the coffee shop outside the headquarters building. He reported something to me." Bai Chunian opened a wrinkled document in his pocket to Han Xingqian to see, "he said Ai Lian Abandoned the order to negotiate transportation with the red-throated bird, and switched to a more reliable company although the pay was high."

"Which one?"

"The Greyhound Family."

"..." Han Xingqian thought about it, "How did he know."

"He was going to smuggle out of the country and board the cargo ship of the Greyhound family. It happened that the sailor and the manager mentioned this when they handed over."

"So, I have a plan now, and I need to borrow Xiao Tun's help, but his relationship with the Lingti family is so tense, if I say it straight, he may be very resistant, why don't you say it?"

Han Xingqian: "What else do you do besides borrowing other people's omegas?"

Bai Chunian: Borrow someone else's alpha. I also have arrangements for Bi Lanxing.

"Is this reliable, Du Mo... He must be able to figure out a way for Jin Chan to escape from the International Prison. He must be very thoughtful and cannot be trusted."

"What he did is nothing more than the collapse of the tree he was relying on. Instead of trying his luck by smuggling out of the country, it is better to try his luck directly at the IOA. He is an omega, and the alliance has always been very tolerant towards omegas. You are right, so I found a good job for Du Mo... Uncle Jin has a new brand that is lacking operational planning, and I introduced him... In short, think of a valid reason to detain him before detaining him."

"It's okay, even fake news won't work against us."

"By the way, he also gave me a good thing." Bai Chunian took out a capsule-shaped thing from his pocket, but there was something about the size of a fist.

This thing Han Xingqian looked very familiar, and it was quite heavy in his hand, and he could hear the sound of water when he shook it.

"Liquid nitrogen." Han Xingqian raised his eyebrows slightly, "The experimental body liquid nitrogen capture net."

"That's right, you can study it." Bai Chunian said proudly.

"Speaking of which, on the day you went to the Hongli City Cultivation Base to stir things up, there should have been a lot of chances to get a liquid nitrogen capture net."

"Well..." Bai Chunian looked at the toe of his shoe, "I thought the president would definitely not be able to tolerate me, so I didn't take it."

Han Xingqian: "Hey."

"Sorry... not in the future, I promise."

"This is for you." Han Xingqian handed him a half-used notepad, "I haven't shown it to others, it's fine to burn it or eat it."

Bai Chunian accidentally took the notebook that was the size of a palm. Doctor Han would bring such a small notebook anytime and anywhere to conveniently record his observations.

He turned it over and wrote the date on the last page of the notepad, along with a sentence: "Bai Chunian lost control because he witnessed the death of a large number of white lion cubs. Know the person's name."

Bai Chunian raised his eyelids and said nothing.

His M2 ability is annihilated, as long as the person is compressed into a glass ball and then crushed, the memory of this person will disappear in this world, and the only weakness of this mechanism is that once it is written down, the person who sees the note will Remember what happened.

Han Xingqian moved the stethoscope on his neck: "Since you came to the IOA, I have been your observation doctor. I know you well enough and know your nature."

"My nature..." Bai Chunian grabbed the front of his clothes and pulled it up hard, making it difficult to breathe, "I'm an extremely dangerous experimental subject, right?"

"No, you have the most obvious empathy tendency among the mature experimental subjects, which means sensitivity and humanity." Han Xingqian patted him on the shoulder, "You have indeed caused a tragedy, but for the medical society, the experimental experience produces' You may not understand the difference, but it is very important to us.”

Before Han Xingqian finished speaking, Bai Chunian rushed over and gave him a big hug.

"Go away." Han Xingqian tore him off his body, rubbing his nose on the white coat.

Bai Chunian suddenly pricked up one ear and heard movement outside the door. A pair of eyes protruded from the door glass and peeked at them.

Bai Chunian opened the door, and outside was a little dwarf leaning on the door frame and standing on tiptoe. He was wearing an ill-fitting hospital gown with long sleeves and trousers. It seemed that he was only ten to thirteen years old. within the age range.

He held a book in his hand, which was actually a blank dictionary.

"Who are you." Bai Chunian picked up the blank dictionary in his hand, but found that the back cover of the book and his left hand grew together.

"I'm Experiment 6117 Turing Museum." The dwarf looked at them calmly with drooping corners of his eyes, "Mr. Bai Chunian, Mr. Han Xingqian, I need to talk to you."

Bai Chunian bowed down: "What do you want to eat, little guy."

He pushed Bai Chunian's face away, turned to close the door, and said calmly, "Don't look at me like a human cub, divine envoy. I'm already mature, and you look like a big cat that has just been weaned. ."

Han Xingqian poured him a glass of water, and the kid politely took it, nodded his thanks, and then said, "I have discussed with my friends, we don't want to go back to the cultivation base, I know that I will stay here for you to bring There is a lot of trouble, but I need some way to get out of the institute, do you have any suggestions."

Bai Chunian thought for a while: "We don't have that much money, and IOA is not a charity organization. You are still the property of the research institute, and it is a commodity."

Han Xingqian said: "Try to find a lawyer to defend and show that you have an independent personality, clear goals and cognition."

The Turing Museum nodded: "Are you sure it will work?"

Han Xingqian shook his head: "But it's worth a try. But you must first prove to the society that you are completely harmless. In the future, Witch Hazel will take you to different places to do volunteer work every week, but the number of volunteers is limited, and you can only bring one mature experimental subject or Two experimental subjects in the incubation period."

The Turing Museum thought for a moment: "Okay, I will pass it on to other experimental subjects. I hope to get your help. If we can leave the institute, we will try our best to repay IOA."

Volunteer activities went well.

The witch hazel carries a mummy on its back every day, and leads one or two experimental subjects to check in at the place arranged by the headquarters. Sometimes it helps the dock workers to clean the warehouse, sometimes sweeps the road, paints the walls of the church and paints murals, and assists the police to deal with the residents. Disputes, responsible for traffic safety protection when kindergarten teachers and students travel, repairing fishing nets, and maintaining seaside cleanliness.

Han Xingqian also used his personal connections to help them contact several lawyers who were willing to try to defend.

Bai Chunian didn't hold out much hope, sitting in Han Xingqian's consulting room and listening to him call lawyers he knew one by one.

"To be honest, the law doesn't recognize the independent personality of the experimental subject now. This lawsuit will be lost. Brother Han, these lawyers are willing to accept you because of your face. I'm afraid it will be difficult for your friends in the future." Bai Chunian Lie down on the back of the chair and sighed.

"You have to try it." Han Xingqian put down the phone, rubbed his hands lightly, and lowered the phone to send a message to Xiao Tun: "It's been hard work recently, come to my house for dinner at night, what movie do you want to watch."

Under the note, it always shows that the other party is typing, but it takes a while to receive a reply.

My little dog/love/: "I'm going to buy fish and make soup for you [emoji]"

Bai Chunian leaned over and looked, "What are you doing?"

Before he could see the content, his cell phone vibrated, and it was Rimbaud's call.

"I saw that rag doll. It was my negligence that I didn't kill him at that time. I only cared about you." Rimbaud sat sideways on the window sill of his apartment, looking lazily at the Ballet Theater not far from the window.

A striking bomb was glued to the bronze ballet statue at the top of the theater, and there were five seconds left in the countdown.

boom.