Mysterious creature sightings

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at her head. Her gaze turned away from the barrel and met Lin Zheng's cold eyes.

At this time, she was still a little distracted, remembering the scene where they held a gun and shot Kyle with their backs against their chests. Unexpectedly, Lin Zheng's gun turned around and pointed at her.

After being distracted for only two seconds, Ling Jiangyue came back to his senses and didn't listen to his words of "don't move". He still picked up the blanket and threw it on Zhong Qiliang, but his movements were slower.

The muzzle of the gun was always pointed at her, and the floor tile line between the living room and dining room was like the clear dividing line between the good and the bad guys in the movie.

It's just that movie directors usually follow the principle of bright and bright villains and gloomy and gloomy ones, using light and shadow to distinguish their respective positions. Among them, Ling Jiangyue stood in the warm firelight of the fireplace, while Lin Zheng's figure was almost swallowed up by the darkness.

"You want to kill me?" she asked, tilting her head.

Lin Zheng didn't know why she could be so calm and innocent, as if all the betrayals had never happened.

He didn't express resentment, just like Ling Jiangyue didn't express panic. Even a few hours ago, they were kissing in front of the house and saying they would go home early to have dinner together.

They tacitly omitted the showdown and questioning.

Lin Zheng just did what a police officer should do, treating her as an ordinary murder suspect, and said coldly: "Put your hands up and leave that position."

What a terrible attitude.

Ling Jiangyue was distracted for a few seconds, remembering the first two times they met.

On a rainy night in Ning'an County, she was so pitiful. The people in the police station helped to find blankets and pour hot water. Even if they were not all enthusiastic, they still had a smiling face. Only he had a cold face, focusing only on the fabricated one. On the savages.

The second time they met, she was being interrogated while sitting behind a police car. He looked over at her across the police cordon by the Lake of Love, his face expressionless with condescending suspicion, and his questioning seemed like he was questioning a murderer.

Like now.

It's strange that even though it has only been a few months, there is so much to recall.

She obediently raised her hands, but her eyes were like the muzzle of a gun. She kept her gaze on Lin Zheng and said, "Since you have come here, you should know that just raising your hands has no restriction on me."

Lin Zheng didn't respond to this mistake. He shifted his gaze to glance at Zhong's situation and asked in a deep voice, "What did you do to him?"

"It's nothing, just satisfying his request. Oh, do you still want to ask how he is doing now? He's not doing well. He's panting like the cow we met on the way to the Grand Canyon last time."

Lin Zheng had no reaction to her mentioning the previous incident, and stared at the subtle changes on her face: "Stop, don't make things worse."

His lack of response made Ling Jiangyue's smile disappear and his expression become expressionless: "Why should I listen to you? Didn't you read the information in Lu Gezhi's laboratory? Even if you didn't, how did Hua Chunyao and Gong Yintao do it? You should know that it’s just a gun, but you want to order me?”

She stopped raising her hands and leaned on the armrest of Zhong Qiliang's recliner.

The clear eyes followed his tiny movements, and with the expressionless look on her face, Lin Zheng felt a sense of horror from her for the first time, as if she was an unknown creature that had just become a human, imitating his movements. Use your demeanor and tone to make yourself more "gregarious".

It was so unfamiliar that Lin Zheng tightened his grip on the gun.

"Hormone visualization and control, No. 7, right? But Hua Chunyao died of an ironworm parasitic hallucination under neurotoxin. You should still have the ability to mentally suggest. Kyle and the others also died very strangely. There was no internal strife in the DM Research Institute at all. , you were captured on purpose and controlled their hormone secretion before we arrived."

"You guessed it right, do you need a reward? I'm very good at rewarding others." She laughed again.

Lin Zheng: "So Ling Jiangyu also knows about it."

Ling Jiangyue's smile slowly faded: "What does it have to do with him?"

"He's your brother."

"You know, we don't have a good relationship."

"Can you still control people's thoughts and behaviors?"

"Why not? I was modified to control living organisms. Aren't humans the most vulnerable creatures to be manipulated by hormones?"

She was a little tired from standing, so at the end of her speech she took a few steps to the left, and Lin Zheng's muzzle immediately moved with her.

"You don't have to keep an eye on me so closely," she said. "The gun won't do much for me. You should have brought a sonic device." Lin Zheng had his own judgment: "There is no thermal weapon resistance project among Lu Gezhi's research results. Current science and technology cannot do this. You can only control living organisms, and it takes time for hormones and neurotransmitters to work. In this small amount of time, I can fire five bullets in a row."

Ling Jiangyue: "Really? Then you'd better shoot through my brain with one shot, otherwise the remaining four bullets will definitely appear on you."

Lin Zheng looked at her, and the two of them stared at each other without interruption. After staring for a long time, it was hard to tell whether it was because they were wary or because neither of them wanted to bow their heads first.

The atmosphere condensed for a while, and Lin Zheng said: "The relationship between Professor Zhong and Lu Gezhi is limited to a brief encounter eleven years ago. If you are not looking for Qi Hai, Lu Yu and Chen Yushu, why are you looking for him?"

"He asked me to do it. He wanted euthanasia but didn't want to spend money."

She promised that she was telling the truth, but unfortunately Lin Zheng didn't believe it, especially after seeing Zhong Qiliang's poor state.

But he didn't correct her, he just said: "Whatever you are doing, stop now and come back with me."

"Go back with you? As a magical experimental subject who escaped, go back to be dissected and studied? When did you become so naive?" She mocked.

Lin Zheng could face such an unfamiliar reaction from her without changing his expression: "You are not the only successful experimental subject, and the result is not as bad as you thought. The Special Adjustment Department will ensure your safety."

"Only you can guarantee your safety."

"How can you guarantee it?" He had not wavered after what he had just said, but when he said this, his voice became deeper, "Your identity information has been locked and you can't go anywhere. Do you have to keep hiding and never live a stable life?"

"Who made it impossible for me to live a stable life? No one can blame me."

Lin Zheng repeated the same sentence: "Go back with me."

"What if I don't? You want to take me back?"

After saying this, Ling Jiangyue twitched his brows subtly, finally looked away and scanned the surroundings.

"Oh, I can't catch you. You're the only one here."

When a person comes to the door, it's hard to tell whether he's here to arrest or let him go.

She had some guesses, and her eyes returned to the black muzzle.

"You want to take me back alone, and I'm not afraid that you and Zhong Qiliang will die together."

She bent down to pick up the half-burned piece of wood in the fireplace, ignored him, and turned to approach Zhong Qiliang. She said regretfully: "It's a pity that I didn't bring some mescaline and neurotoxin, otherwise I would let you try it too." It feels like being burned by red-hot coals and giving you frostbite. It should be a happy and happy death because of the research results you are proud of."

The charcoal was obviously aimed at Zhong Qiliang's eyeballs. Lin Zheng took a few steps closer and screamed at her to stop. When she didn't listen, he raised his gun and shot her wrist.

Ling Jiangyue's wrist was knocked open by the impact, and the wood fell on Zhong Qiliang's leg, staining the blanket with sparks.

She ignored it and unaffectedly took out the thing stuck in her wrist and held it up for observation under the light.

"Powerful anesthesia needle." Sure enough, there were no bullets.

Ling Jiangyue proved her suspicion, but her expression did not change from gloomy to clear. She threw the anesthesia needle on the ground and looked into Lin Zheng's eyes.

Lin Zheng soon felt unwell, like symptoms of hypoglycemia. Her hands and feet were weak. The hand holding the gun was easily pulled, and the anesthesia gun fell into her hand.

Without any hesitation, she shot Lin Zheng in the thigh and said:

"I always wear such thin clothes when I go out, so I'm not afraid of catching a cold. Just in time, I'll give you something to warm your hands——"

Lin Zheng followed her gaze and saw that the blanket on Zhong Qiliang was on fire.

His pupils were constricted, and he wanted to put out the fire, but the effect of the powerful anesthetic made him fall down heavily after taking only a few steps. He was breathing rapidly and his eyes were black. Only the blurry bottom of his eyes reflected the growing firelight.

There was also the indifferent figure of Ling Jiangyue pushing the door open and leaving.

She seemed to look back, then walked into the night wind, completely out of sight.

I can't stand it anymore. See you in the next chapter during the day.