Mysterious creature sightings

What could be so difficult about looking up at each other? It is the simplest thing for her. She has controlled at least thirty or forty people with her eyes.

But she still didn't look up, as if she knew what would happen if they looked into each other's eyes.

Lin Zheng asked: "Why don't you look at me?"

"I said this."

The night before they faced each other with the gun drawn, she was held down until tears and sweat flowed from her eyes. Even though she had exhausted all methods of coercion and inducement, she could not see his face.

Doubt and indiscernible love and hate did not prevent their skin from touching, but they stopped their heartbeats from synchronizing.

Wanting to love again is like trying to get closer to the other person with a rubber band tied on it. You need to use more strength, but you can't use all your strength to avoid breaking and hurting others and yourself. It's too difficult to grasp, so it's better not to get close.

She only said this sentence, without mentioning what happened that night, and Lin Zheng did not tell her the difference between the past and the present. They just stopped after this sentence, letting their throats rise and fall, and letting their fingers pinch the corners of the bathrobe. .

After a long time, Lin Zheng raised his hand and gently combed her hair with his fingers, and said, "In two years, Lin Jia should be promoted to captain of the Special Adjustment Division."

"Huh? Why?" Although she had thought more than once before that it would be better for Lin Jia to be the captain, she also knew that Lin Zheng was not finished and it would be difficult for Lin Jia to be promoted.

Is he going to die?

"I'm not suitable to be the captain anymore." Lin Zheng said calmly.

"For... forget it, that's your internal matter."

"Why don't you ask further?"

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Lin Zheng gathered her hair together and moved closer so that she could touch him while sitting normally. As long as she relaxed a little, she could lean on him.

"You know the reason, Jiang Yue." He pressed her tight shoulders and slowly leaned towards him.

If you still want a result when you can't even distinguish between love and hate, then he will be the one who breaks the rubber band.

Ling Jiangyue wanted to say "I don't know." What could she know? No one had taught her, and there were no ready-made examples for her to refer to.

She could only think of other examples: "A female black widow spider crawls towards a male spider, perhaps agreeing to mate, or perhaps preparing to eat it as food. Can you tell the difference?"

"Why do you have to distinguish? If you have to distinguish everything before making a decision, you will never seize the best opportunity."

She sneered: "Nonsense, would you believe that a suspect is innocent without getting real evidence?"

“But when I’m not sure whether it will rain, I prepare an umbrella on the assumption that it will rain.”

The relationship between them is not that of a policeman and a suspect, but an encounter between rain and pedestrians. When the rain falls, no pedestrian can avoid it.

Ling Jiangyue was silent for a moment.

"I don't like rainy days." Rainy days in the underground laboratory are difficult. Her five senses are higher than those of ordinary people. At first, her nasal cavity is always painful due to the irritation of the humid and stuffy air.

"Then it will be sunny." Lin Zheng said.

"Your waist is so painful."

"You bought the belt last year." Lin Zheng took the belt away with one hand and threw it on the bedside.

She still didn't look back at him, but she leaned against him, her body not quite relaxed.

The stretched plastic bag in her hand was loosened. She stared at it for a long time and then looked outside.

It's early in the morning, and the light outside the window has been eroded by the darkness of the night, leaving only the moths gathering under the street lights.

The light that passes through the glass window becomes blurry and blurred, and the line of sight is like an auto-focusing lens, re-locking on the indoor scene projected on the reflection.

She avoided the overlapping figures and looked deliberately at the Miao skirts hung up to dry.

"I shouldn't have come to save you tonight. I should have let the blood-sucking blanket suck you all dry." She said viciously. "It can't be sucked dry. It sucked the blood of the giant beast first, and its whole body swelled so much that the hair on its back couldn't collapse."

Lin Zheng was also looking at the skirt, then at the moth she had been playing with, and asked her, "You don't seem to be interested in the blood-sucking blanket at all."

"It's just a few suckers that suck blood and looks like a blanket. Is it worth studying?" It's not as valuable as her research.

Lin Zheng: "It wraps around its prey and peels off its skin. It is an unrecorded species. Aren't you curious?"

"There's nothing to be curious about." She raised the plastic bag and shook it, shaking the dead ghost butterflies inside.

"Look at this. It's been said that hundreds of thousands of years have passed before something was worthy of my special trip. Do you see that layer of gray powder? It's the down of a ghost butterfly. Take it out and I'll introduce it to you. Touch its mouthparts and eyes."

Of course Lin Zheng was not fooled, he knew about Ghost Butterfly.

"In the 1999s and s, Deng Qiyao, who was a professor of anthropology at Sun Yat-sen University, was only a teenager at the time. He was sent to a Dai village in DH Prefecture to work as an educated youth and was exposed to Miao witchcraft. In , he published a book "Investigation of Chinese Witches and Gus" mentioned wild Gus like ghost butterflies."

"He believes that the reason why the ghost butterfly is harmful is that, firstly, the fine hairs on its body can cause neurological allergies when falling on people, and secondly, the long mouthparts that look like straws grow into the pair of bright eyes. In the middle, just the visuals alone can easily induce fear.”

"To put it simply, neurotic sensitivity and emotions interact with each other to cause insanity."

Ling Jiangyue nodded pertinently: "Sure enough, there are many people like Xin Wen and Xin Zhi."

Folk interest in legendary creatures and paranormal phenomena cannot be underestimated, and there are plenty of people willing to spend decades studying them.

But that's not what Lin Zheng wants to say.

"Have you read the information about the Xin Wen Xin Zhi case? That telepathy research manuscript from decades ago said that the research focused on various toxins targeting the nerves. In addition to mutated toad toxins that can cause psychosomatic diseases, they also Study the secrets of Gu insects.”

He paused here and then added: "You, like them, are looking for creatures that can help evolve the ability to control your mind."

The smile on Ling Jiangyue's lips disappeared, she straightened up and left his arms, looking back at him.

They finally looked at each other, but Ling Jiangyue's eyes were full of caution.

After a while, she raised her lips sarcastically: "What, Captain Lin is planning to settle an old score?"

"If we really want to settle old scores, I won't be able to finish it even if I die."

"..." Has she done so many bad things? Didn't he just kill a few people, lie to him, and say some heart-wrenching words?

Okay, that seems like a bit much.

"It's not about settling old scores, but what do you want to say when you suddenly bring this up? Are you just trying to ruin the atmosphere?"

Lin Zheng asked: "What kind of atmosphere do we have?"

Her voice was cold: "I want to kill you."

Lin Zheng laughed inexplicably.

His upper body was uncovered, only the area from his right collarbone to his shoulder and chest was covered with a white bandage. When he laughed, he could clearly see the rise and fall of his chest.

Ling Jiangyue stared at it for half a minute, turned around as if nothing had happened, and glanced out of the corner of his eye.

Lin Zheng caught her gaze: "What are you looking at?"

"What can I see?" She sneered, "I've seen a lot of human male corpses, and I'm not missing out on you."

"You can blink when you say this." Don't be so direct.

"Why? I can control my eyelids without blinking. Are you envious of me?"

"... "

(End of this chapter)